September 15, 2009
I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year
'Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.'
And he replied "go into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God
That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.'
So I went forth and I asked of the man before putting my hand into the hand of God
'Are you sure you don't have a light? Maybe a torch or something?
I'd just feel more comfortable if I could see where I was going.'
The man at the gate of the year just shook his head.
So I continued. 'What if God doesn't have a torch?
Isn't that the blind leading the blind?'
And when the man didn't answer I became a little shirty.
'Look "man at the gate of the year" I pass through your gate every dozen months or so.
Every time you tell me to put my hand into the hand of God and he doesn't even show.
I'm sick of it!'
That year I found my own light. Not only can I see my own way,
But it's much easier for me to search for God.
Posted by Danjanon. Posted In : Poetry
August 30, 2009
He stands alone because no one will come near.
He stands alone, unloved, unfriended and silent.
He stands alone, looking and searching for anyone who may want to talk to him.
He stands alone, patiently waiting for the opporunity to arise for a game to start.
Before anyone can come to his aid, he is replaced.
Just like he knew he would be when the time reared its ugly head and told him he had failed.
He will have to do it all again.
Over and over again. Continue reading...
Posted by Danjanon. Posted In : Poetry
July 21, 2009
Dear Everyone,
How are you? I saw you today and you seemed all over the shop. Just thought I'd write you a letter as there were a few things on my mind. Firstly, thanks very much for all your help and support. There is no way I could be where I am today without you. It's not only the money of course, but the emotional support you've given me. It has been invaluable.
Also, I enjoy your company. I particularly love our conversations and your sense of humour. I know you're having a hard time at ... Continue reading...
Posted by Danjanon. Posted In : Letter
July 8, 2009
My stab at Shakespearean language from a few years back. I was quite proud of this poem at the time I wrote it and wish I still felt the same.Love, why dost thou mock me so?
Thou art a fickle friend indeed.
Running hot and cold within the same day, nay hour.
Is it thy jovial plan to torment me so?
Or shall I just sit upon my shelf until thou art ready to love me once more?
Thine tongue singeth one note, yet my ear heareth another.
Why dost thou thus?
What say you?
Thou speake, yet speake in circles ... Continue reading...
Posted by Daniel Cook. Posted In : Poetry
June 29, 2009
This is a poem from a poetry rampage I did with a friend of mine a number of years ago. It seems like I've never given titles for things. I think everything I've put on here so far I've had to think of a title for it. Having said that, this poem gets no title!
Nothing is forever.
no-one is immortal.
Impermanence in everything.
Sometimes it's just hard to remember.
There's no getting off this kind of ride.
Is it for pleasure or is it for pain?
I don't know. I don't think I can.
The end...
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Posted by Danjanon. Posted In : Poetry
June 18, 2009
Here's another story that I wrote in school a few years back. I remember it was inspired by either a dream I had or a feeling I had when waking up in the middle of the night. It's not that I don't remember which it was, more that I was never sure.
Awaken I woke up in the deepest, darkest part of the night and realised the most important thing of my life. Everything so far in my life had been a dream. Waking from my dream I found that my senses were heightened ten-fold. My head had never felt ...
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Posted by Danjanon. Posted In : Prose
June 11, 2009
Found this story last night while going through a box o' memories that usually stays under my bed. I believe it was done some time in Senior school. It didn't come titled, so I've decided on: Just rest 'til MondayI'd never felt this way before and it most definitely wasn't fun. Sitting on the loo, again. NOTHING! What I thought was constipation turned out to be much more serious. When Mum asked me what I wanted for tea, she knew something was wrong. What kind of teenage boy in his right mind ... Continue reading...
Posted by Danjanon. Posted In : Prose
June 11, 2009
This isn't strictly a blog, but I think that the blog format will be the easiest way to maintain this part of the site. As you have more than probably worked out, this part of the site is for creative writing. I'll put up short stories, plays and other things I write when i either a) write something I like enought to share or b) find something I've written in the past that I like enough to share. Come to think of it, c) Things other people have written that I like enough to share. Happy readi...
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