compassion
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…The stone wall and the canon Met them with a fearful ROAR! They blew a kiss and whispered Love – The canon was no more. The stone wall raised its thorns As they silently approached – To them it was a gateway And blossoming vines encroached… Impostors are these archons? I have no…
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The latest draft of my first poetry book is complete! I am slowly going through a list of possible agents and publishing options. Over the next several weeks, I’ll be revising T.W.N. a little more. Older content will be removed and new excerpts will debut! For now, I’ll use the artwork that has been…
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Prayers of those who fight from the trenches Rescued on wings invisible And propelled forward with blinding speed Infinite creation bands together in a single voice Songs sung since ancient times Enemy of the darkness which seeks to claim our souls Poetry Copyright © 2021 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved. Image: found online photographer…
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A moving picture postcard, animated scenery, and dramas taken from the pages of a scripted comedy. What is it you see? Just what you expect: Material from Vaudeville and conveniences that lack All purpose, life, and passion – Set designs so cold and wooden. Who is there behind it? Who has fed the Beast? Who…
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Magical journeys through worlds unknown Hidden crevices and caverns Majestic peaks and shadowy depths All the wonders of Heaven and Earth Histories told only to a chosen few And dances taught by the stars Races of boundless creativity Peaceful streams and pleasant hills Spirits large and small Some innocent, some wise Some are treacherous and…
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No blind infatuation nor momentary thrill Can touch the steadfast heart, The loyal truth that pulses To a starry drumming of infinite rhythm. Nothing can restrain it! Human words are meaningless, Falling on deaf ears that only seek the guidance of Heaven. A group of souls united In the exploration of worlds, They are the…
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I passed by the open door, head shaking in awe At the petty grievances held, the loftiness of the up-turned nose, At the minds closed to all but grandeur. For some, it’s bathed in silk and velvet, For others, gashing wounds are a Divine right. Life without the love of Heaven is the truest state…
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