M. Daniel Smith (mdanielsmith.com)
mdanielsmith.bsky.social
M. Daniel Smith (mdanielsmith.com)
@mdanielsmith.bsky.social
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Author of novels in multiple genres (mdanielsmith.com) Retired, married, living close to nature New-Englander, Mid-Coast Maine Socially active Poetry, my true writer's passion, and novels.
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Receive this gift of myself to future seedlings made from probe of insects final dance 'fore Winter's icy grasp. Til Sping's sweet call I'll bide my time, then rise and bloom anew.
I graze on dew-moistened grass, beneath a rising sun, framed by a fence to keep me in while keeping others out.
To moments when I'm given rein to rush and roam about, I find my way to horizon's edge and let my soul sing out.....
Or.... a grain of sand depicts a more naturally harvested and healthily processed grains of wheat, containing abundant energy for you and your soul. The price one pays to partake of nature's boundless gifts....
Fie.... fie on thee! Daring to interrupt my masculine diatribe with utterance of such vile and foul words!
Leave a candle in the window, though I'm a thousand miles away.
Send a thought to me of hope we'll be together again some day....
Let the light burn bright in the dark of night to guide my spirit there.
When I'll hold you close and whisper my thanks for opening the door.
Ignorant is as ignorance does.... and some people (with red hats) think a pile of doo-doo is chocolate. And can convince themselves it really is.
My wife, who I met five years ago, had a best friend, who was a true brother to her, who I met and immediately fell in love with as a brother to me, too. He passed two years ago, and I was privileged to write and perform his eulogy for all his love people. Miss him every day.
You created, then climbed the stairway to an anowledgement of truth over ignorance. Faith over finding fault. Love over fear-based hate. Since over superstition. An honorable mission driven by a caring, sharing.... and daring mind.
Truly a gift from your heart to all with open minds....
We have lived since putting up walls with square corners, isolated from our hearth mates in circles around the fire pit. Communication with elders stymied, young minds left with questions unanswered, leading to a decrease of female-centric knowledge shared. Left to choose one way over another. Sad..
If I'm a baby, in the United States, I should have access to the best medical and nutritional sources.
Right? Hello.... is anyone there? I said, right! Can anyone with a backbone, conscience, heart, spine, will, brain, soul, please stand up and give me an effing answer???
Gotta love the New York vibe. When it becomes the world against one of your own, it's the city who ends up uniting in support.
New Yorkers know how to deal with rats....
This is a time when imagination pales in reality, in consideration of just how revealing reality could and should be, if it comes to pass....
I forgot that I lived in a house of the people, for the people, by the people.... and tore it down. Now I am in a hole where all may pass by and spit on my marker. Covered in weeds. On the edge of a fairway. As was deserved.
This first post exhibits the unqualified proof of an open minded, genuine person who understands and encourages free thought.
This second post, exhibit B, proves they should be kept away from other open-minded people lest the contagion of free association and independent thoughts might spread.
Raise both hands if you're approached by the thugs from ICE. THEN EXTEND BOTH MIDDLE FINGERS AND RUN AWAY! They won't catch you. Too fat. Too slow.
It's easy to assume that position.... when uou don't have a spine.
Trapped within a web of words, stirred by emotions, tossed and turned.... through chapters read and lessons learned, I dream of stories yet to read. Each one an answer to my need to step outside myself and live past lives anew.
In golden glow, tinged with late summer tears, Autumn arrives in pastel flow. Each dawn, an embrace of cooling air. Each dusk, a release to lengthening night. We gird ourselves for Winter's approach, heads bowed to seasons poke and prod, thankful for these days until....
A reminder of how loved you are for all the things you've given to the people in your life who've gained from times you simply listened, as hearts were bared and truths were shared without fear of being misunderstood. This is your moment of reflection in wonder of the gift returned, well-earned....