poetry
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Once upon a time, a dream began in a place of water and air. And into this dream, they placed a thought – And the thought was that love was there. There was life up above and life down beneath, And the winds churned ‘round and ‘round – But into this space they put…
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So many shows – I hear the audience applaud Magic mirror, tell me what to do! You can never satisfy it. It only shows you the reflection The image is reversed Why have I stayed so long? I thought I was healing – so self-righteous! I thought I was a savior, But all I did…
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By light of moon, by light of day May evil never come this way By coldest north and warmest south May words of peace fall from the mouth By distant east and breezy west Joy abundant, richly blessed By heaven above and hell below Greatest wisdom Source bestows By ties so great and strong around…
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Fill your days with joy and caring Wisdom, love, and laughter. And always know, without a doubt, There is a sweet Hereafter. It is what you make of it. The images of mind. It is the limits of your soul In boundless space and time. It is the darkness or the light. The…
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I come before You humbly As the candle flickers low With all my imperfections In this land of frozen snow. Insanity arising As we play the ageless war – I come before You humbly As the ancients did before. You Whose heart is endless, You of stained glass crystal mind Who pens the…
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If Heaven’s greatest love to offer Proved a fateful chance You’d turn away Without delay To seek the Great Romance. And if you saw a house of sadness Made of skin and bone From warmth you’d flee To set them free And face the world alone. To sit and think in silence And, as no…
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Placed in lands of dangerous ways Once-open hearts now turned away Veritas silenced by diamond ears Every demon devouring fears Rest denied, the bill comes due Trust abandoned, a sickly hue Young and old, strong and weak Hope and Anger both will seek. Poetry Copyright © 2018 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All rights…
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The child of the temple with her head all in curls Danced before the altar of nefarious words The heartthrob of the masses taken so long ago A shame no one thought to check the deep shadows I wonder what would happen if I called out their game? But make no mistake – I wasn’t…
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Birth – meant for convenience and enslavement Life – valueless, pitiable Death – merely hours away Sunlight – a strange word in a foreign language Torture – a way of life Bone – what you hear scrape against the floor Blade – to puncture and prod Smiles – to mock and degrade Festival…
Ena Whiteraven 