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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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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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Heritage replaced with agendas Unvarnished truth replaced with convenience Warmth and joy replaced with icy stares Growth replaced with competitive stagnation The proof, it screams! The eyes unveiled. Such a burden they often bear Minds filled with endless queries Scavenger hunts that last an eternity Ridiculed and cut down, yet they still persevere Their questions…
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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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Weighted and shackled, I struggle on Knowing the cost of surrender is high Endless worlds spiraling outward As Divinity’s quill passes by I beg a little of that inspiration A chance to recapture that childhood dream Then carried on a distant breeze, a whisper “Take heart. Things are not what they seem.” From here, I…
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To plan an adventure, a sojourn in a distant land Mesmerized by frequencies, kaleidoscope of bizarre new sights Hallucinations of other’s dreams, yet so convincing Then I collide with the blatant irony, so elusive yet so clear That all is the same everywhere, encryptions that never vary Repetitive trends and teachings, identical fantasies and thrills…
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Robed in various forms, Only the most overt is acknowledged. Hook and spike, lance and mace Dripping with perfume and incense. The simplest of addictions – What a destructive cocktail! Laced with sweet honey to mask The taste of death. Poetry Copyright © 2020 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved. Artwork: shutterstock.com – found…
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Hearken, children! Gather ’round! Circle’s cast on sacred ground As I speak this ancient tale Of the days of long farewell – Lean in closer, bend your ears! All may listen, few may hear Stories and predictions made Learned from cradle, passed to grave – Now we face them each in turn All because we…
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You treat Their Names with no respect And wonder why honor has left you You steal Their gifts given freely in love And wonder why famine destroys you You betray Their teachings, pervert Their signs And wonder why Tyranny rules you You mock Their images and grace And wonder why crime overwhelms you You burn…
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The ancient tune’s a’calling me Away to where so few have gone. I run to join that joyful dance With the knowledge that it’s where I belong – But how I long to share the light and love with you, To laugh and cry at all the beauty here, And to race you to the…
Ena Whiteraven 