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Nothing is for itself | niebla | fog
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Nothing is for itself. November 27, 2008. The rain does not fall for him, nor does the sun shine for her. And you as well were created not for yourself but to share. Translated from the German by Johannes Beilharz. I wish to remain clear of details. My words shall lift the veil. View all posts by niebla →. This entry was posted in Life. And tagged Angelus Silesius. Nothing is for itself. April 21, 2009 at 12:20 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Post was ...
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Saturday Scribes Has Moved! | Saturday Scribes
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Saturday Scribes Has Moved! January 8, 2010 at 12:49 am ( Announcements. The weekly writing prompts can now be found here. If you have a link to us (thank you! Please change it to:. Http:/ www.celticharper.com/blog/? Thanks, and hope to see you over on the new site! Saturday Scribes Has Moved! Saturday Scribes Writing Prompts: Jan. 1st. Saturday Scribes December Writing Prompts. In like a ferret. On Weekly Writing Quotes: Why we love it. On Saturday Scribes Writing Prompts: Jan. 1st. Being a Writer (14).
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July | 2009 | Angelica
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July 7, 2009. The peacock’s shriek always claims His vengeance. She called it,. Every letter light-pierced and partial. Stabbing back his every word. Unmarried, childless, homely, slow,. Stabbing back his every word. She still knew to nod at the passing litany of cities as she stared at their wronged faces. The big-rig long haulers bragged her past as the hunters laughed if she’d pray for the quails. They went laughing off to kill, and the sun seemed to tug to do exactly that. All stories stop: once more...
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You exist | niebla | fog
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You may not like some of the moves. The tip of the anthill →. May 31, 2015. Where eyes look at you. You come into being. Held by a call,. Always the same voice,. Everyone appears to be calling. You could fall,. Because eyes want you,. Look at you and say. Translated from the German by Johannes Beilharz. I wish to remain clear of details. My words shall lift the veil. View all posts by niebla →. This entry was posted in Hermeticism. You may not like some of the moves. The tip of the anthill →. Sorry, your...
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Autumn Trees | Angelica
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January 19, 2009. Beat against each fallen leaf. Fading with forgotten hues. Stellar dreams no longer effortless. Thrash in vindictive tears tearing. At the knot preventing sudden death,. But where have the trusted hopes gone:. Sunken into grey along with the sparks. Blackening skin to keep warm. All that’s left are the entwining. Broken branches of forfeited dreams. Waiting to be rooted once more. 12 Responses to “Autumn Trees”. January 19, 2009 at 2:53 pm. A nice poem. Well-crafted! Catchy alliteration...
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Hey | can fire burn me
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Can fire burn me. Can four walls hold me. Laquo; Previous Post. April 26, 2011. Anyone still interested in reading work? I’m considering posting poems for a very limited time then pulling them off, if someone is interested. This entry was posted on April 26, 2011 at 7:09 pm and is filed under Writing. One Response to “Hey”. April 27, 2011 at 11:05 am. I am very interested! I love your poetry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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niebla | fog | A hermetic weblog | Page 2
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Newer posts →. November 30, 2014. Life is a minefield of duties. November 8, 2014. Alba is so beautiful, sounds so beautiful and says it all. Alba in this case is not a beautiful woman (like Jessica Alba. But came about as a result of having to translate the Spanish word. In a poem by Octavio Paz. As in. Is not so bad, but the original clearly beats it. Frank Sinatra quotes from Sermon on the Mount. August 29, 2014. From a 1963 interview with Playboy magazine complete text of interview to be found here.
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Cornfedtrouble: Somewhere, Somehow
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Quote of the Day. Quote of the Day. Provided by The Free Library. Check here for the latest on the road adventures of the Caribou Projects Discovery Team. Volga, SD, United States. View my complete profile. The New Verse News. Latest poem published on New Verse News. More than meets the eye or ear. When bad maps point the direction. Maybe the hokey pokey is what its all about. Thinking Inside the Box. When Poets take on Precedents. Playing the bottom card too soon. Wednesday, June 04, 2008. Hence the com...
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Untitled | Angelica
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July 7, 2009. The peacock’s shriek always claims His vengeance. She called it,. Every letter light-pierced and partial. Stabbing back his every word. Unmarried, childless, homely, slow,. Stabbing back his every word. She still knew to nod at the passing litany of cities as she stared at their wronged faces. The big-rig long haulers bragged her past as the hunters laughed if she’d pray for the quails. They went laughing off to kill, and the sun seemed to tug to do exactly that. All stories stop: once more...
