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Dying Ember Poetry: July 2004
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And each seperate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon the floor. Friday, July 23, 2004. Where dips the rocky highland. Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,. There lies a leafy island. Where flapping herons wake. The drowsy water-rats;. There we've hid our faery vats,. And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild. With a faery, hand in hand,. For the world's more full of weepiing than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses. The dim grey sands with light,.
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Dying Ember Poetry: November 2004
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And each seperate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon the floor. Tuesday, November 30, 2004. The silence will be my doom. The silence will destroy me. No music in the air,. No life can be found here. Breathless, lifeless, tearless,. I lay beneath the deep. While I silently sleep. All night I will whisper,. Only in night black and gray. I wait here for the dawning. Silent, for the crack of day. Posted by dyingember at 5:32 PM. Saturday, November 27, 2004. So we grew up with mythic dead. One of my favorite...
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Dying Ember Poetry: January 2005
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And each seperate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon the floor. Sunday, January 30, 2005. Very well; I have perus'd the note. Hark you, sir; I'll have them very fairly bound:. All books of love, see that at any hand,. And see you read no other lectures to her. You understand me. Over and beside. Signior Baptista's liberality,. I'll mend it with a largess. Take your papers too,. And let me have them very well perfum'd;. For she is sweeter than perfume itself. Posted by dyingember at 2:55 PM. But if a lie.
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Dying Ember Poetry: September 2004
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And each seperate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon the floor. Wednesday, September 22, 2004. How see you Echo? When she calls I see. Her pale face looking down through some great tree,. Whose world of green is like a moving sea,. I see her with a white face like a mask,. That vanishes to come again; damask. Her cheek, but deeply pale,. Her eyes are green,. With a silver sheen,. And she mocks the thing you ask. Hear the children calling) "are you there". When the wind blows over the hill,. And only kno...
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Dying Ember Poetry: December 2004
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And each seperate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon the floor. Thursday, December 30, 2004. I see thine image through my tears tonight,. And yet today I saw thee smiling. How,. Beloved, is it thou. Who makes me sad? Amid the chanted joy and solemn rite,. May, so, fall flat, with pale insensate brow. On the altar-stair. I hear thy voice and vow. Perplexed . . , uncertain . . , since thou'rt out of sight,. As he, in his swooning ears, the choir's amen! Beloved, dost thou love? Or did I see all. The canke...
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Dying Ember Poetry: March 2005
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And each seperate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon the floor. Thursday, March 31, 2005. What shall we come to,. What shall we do? Where shall we make. The quaint pack a wrong wrack. Where shall we stake. The map on the track. No, that makes it seem so dull. What shall we do? Was soll ich tun? Breathe. Just breathe Kristen. It will be alright. Don't. Don't let the anger come. Don't let the tears fall. Ah, but if only, if only. If only brilliance like the stars. She cuts her own thought off). Then I am ...
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Dying Ember Poetry: April 2005
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And each seperate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon the floor. Friday, April 29, 2005. Do you ever wonder. If I am really there? Do you ponder, thoughtfully. The silence of the air? What of when I whisper. What of when I speak? What if I told you unknown truths. About how I grow weak. My brain still works my heart is beating. But something seems to die. Everyday, an unknown pain. Builds up on the inside. I can't explain this thing I feel. And I feel joyous still. But in the night, in the dark. La Luna,...
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Dying Ember Poetry: February 2005
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And each seperate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon the floor. Thursday, February 17, 2005. Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn! Look to this Day! For it is Life, the very Life of Life. In its brief course lie all the. Verities and Realities of your Existence. The Bliss of Growth,. The Glory of Action,. The Splendor of Beauty;. For Yesterday is but a Dream,. And To-morrow is only a Vision;. But To-day well lived makes. Every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness,. And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope. The wo...
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Dying Ember Poetry: October 2004
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And each seperate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon the floor. Wednesday, October 27, 2004. The lunatic is on the grass. The lunatic is on the grass. Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs. Got to keep the loonies on the path. The lunatic is in the hall. The lunatics are in my hall. The paper holds their folded faces to the floor. And every day the paper boy brings more. And if the dam breaks open many years too soon. And if there is no room upon the hill. The lunatic is in my head. With light l...
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Dying Ember Poetry: August 2004
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And each seperate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon the floor. Tuesday, August 31, 2004. Twas brillig, and the slithy toves. Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:. All mimsy were the borogroves,. And the mome raths outgrabe. Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird and shun. He took his vorpal sword in hand:. Long time the manxome foe he sought-. So rested he by the Tumtum tree,. And stood a while in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood,. Looked ...
