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Different, in a world of my own half the time, a hard worker by design, combining a creative soul and an imaginative mind. My brain percolates and chases time, I live to free my thoughts one bird at a time, dreams must be meet come and see mine…………………… What made me Who am I? Born in England’s capital London, to two God fearing, working class parents I fast learned that life was no bed of roses. This was a cliché that drove me initially to mischievous, an over active imagination not engaged can often find peace in the wrong past times. Naughty by nature but well disciplined by nurture, I grew to understand that all actions had a consequence. This was a time consuming learning curve that persisted throughout my compulsory education. At the age of 16 I made what was at the time a well informed decision to continue in further educations which lead me to college and then University. Finishing in my early 20’s and ending up not really satisfied with the career path that laid ahead I began to formulate ways in which I could make money in business……. For more about me and my poem Visit my Website: http: //steeledaniel.com/)

The Best Poem Of Steele Daniel

Yolanda 2013

The calm before Yolanda
I Whisper prayers in preparation
Thoughts of the harm before it’s caused
Homes wrecked and Separation
The effects of a storm
Death, hurt and the suffering of a nation
These things keep me up
Seated.
Rocking.
Wrapped in my countries flag, the only thing that can keep me warm
Evacuated Far from harm but I die when calls to my parents are not received
I wait and listen.
Here the breeze blows a gentle beast
There the gusts roar as nature is unleashed
Miles away but my blood runs silent
I fear for the family I left
Is it right that you are out of my reach?
You stay in touch with my emotions
They run for you
Tears flow free as I receive news
An estimated 1000 lives taken
Devastation in village’s, towns and my city
Making Global news
I remain frozen as calls still don’t get through
But media continues to come
Up rooted trees, fathers without sons,
Houses taken in the wind
Ruins left by the floods
I choke on every breath
As I see faces of motionless mothers down in mud
My eyes close powerless
Still no news from my loved ones
Tell me where my home is now
Tell me where I go
Tell me how to be more than a frightened girl aged fourteen
Who fears to sleep alone and dream to wake to a nightmare:
The passing of Yolanda in the Philippians.
Days go by like years
And a gentle breeze blows through the aftermath
Our flag still stands we still have land
A base to build our hope from
Now life has a new meaning
Move forward as one
Salvage- What is lost, is never forgotten
Aid - What was destroyed, will be rebuilt together
Relief- News of rescues emerge
A wreck overturned
I have faith my family survived in God’s hands


~ Steele Daniel

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