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Oct 142010

grave by JennaMK Epitath

“Take, holy earth all that my soul holds dear

Take that best gift which heav’n so lately gave

To Bristol’s fount I bore with trembling care

Her faded form : She bow’d to taste the wave

And died. Does youth, does beauty, read the line?

Does sympathetic fear their breasts alarm?

Speak, dead Maria; breathe a strain divine:

Ev’n from the grave thou shall have power to charm

Bid them be chaste, be innocent like thee

Bid them in duties sphere as meekly move:

And if so fair, from vanity as free

As firm in friendship, and as fond in love

Tell them, tho’ tis an awful thing to die

(‘twas ev’n so to thee) yet, the dread path once trod

Heav’n lifts up its everlasting portals high

And bids “the pure in heart, behold their God”

18th Century

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The Women of Dan Dance with

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Sep 272010

African Women by bka ratte The Women of Dan Dance with

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The Women of Dan Dance with
Swords in their Hands to Mark the
Time When They Were Warriors
I did not fall from the sky
I
nor descend like a plague of locusts
to drink color and strength from the earth
and I do not come like rain
as a tribute or symbol for earth’s becoming
dark and open
some times I fall like night
softly
and terrible
only when I must die
in order to rise again.

I do not come like a secret warrior
with an unsheathed sword in my mouth
hidden behind my tongue
slicing my throat to ribbons
of service with a smile
while the blood runs
down and out
through holes in the two sacred mounds
on my chest.

I come like a woman
who I am
spreading out through nights
laughter and promise
and dark heat
warming whatever I touch
that is living
consuming
only
what is already dead.

-Audre Lorde

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A Pale Horse

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Sep 202010

Goodbye My Almost Lover by soheir A Pale Horse

A Pale Horse


In a dream I saw a rider on a pale horse
but still felt no remorse for the things I’ve done,
and the moonlight shone upon the graveyard
picking out black letters on a pale stone.
The sky grew lighter as the dawn drew near,
revealing the name of one I once held dear
who shared my pillow for a joyful year.
Slender as a willow, she had blue-black hair,
slender as a willow and as pale as death
and tender as a blossom on a green stem.
Her hips clung like ivy and her sweet breath
tasted of berries drenched in cool cream.
I knew my cold heart froze the spark within her,
the vital spark that wills life to persist.
My cold indifference tore the life within her
as sure as if my hand had held a cruel knife.
Indifference to a love that’s truly given
is cold as any blade, as cruel as any blow.
I found her cold and rigid in the morning,
hanging from a willow in the cold rain.
In my dream her lifeless eyes accuse me.
Beside her is a rider on a Pale Horse.
I want to cry and beg for absolution,
Retribution would grant a kind of justice
All my life those lifeless eyes will haunt me.
Each man kills the one he loves the poet said;
she filled my world though she came from another,
I tried to love her but she was a mystery.
Each day I try but can feel no remorse,
beside me steps a rider on a pale horse,
only through my death my love may live again.
I only see reality within a dream.

- Ian R Thorpe

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Whispers of the Night

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Sep 152010

Whispers by MorbidiaMorthel Whispers of the Night

Whispers Of The Night
 

Listen To The Winds Soft Cry
Of A Lady Singing Her Lullaby
Whispers Of The Night So Long
Wishing For That Famous Love Song

You Are My Light
When Darkness Falls
You Are My Sight
In My Darkened Halls

Hear The Joy Of An Angel’s Glee
When The People Around Her Now See
With Eyes So Clear And Pure
All Now Really Can Be Sure

- Collette Mansfield

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