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Ꮂ •Ꮗ• Ꮂ fallen angel {élargi}

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i recognized him as a fallen angel
from the singed tips
of his still smoking wings,
a broken halo
lying on the ground

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the angel turned his head
and i could see the anguish in his eyes
no need for words to be spoken
nothing i could do to help
his banishment was final

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ah, my love, my fallen angel
i wish that i could heal
your wounded heart
what sin did you commit, i wonder
to be exiled from Heaven?

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did you realize
you were standing at the crossroads?
was this your solitary crime
or had you been warned not to continue
along your path to self-destruction?

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i hear your silent lament
your wretched soul
looking for salvation
too late….     too late….
your banishment was final

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ah, my love, my fallen angel
if  it were within my power
to gift you with innocence
would you so desire?
flying straight to Heaven
without a thought
for mankind?

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  mayhap a truer gift
would be a life
on Earth
with me

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*the first three verses were originally posted 22 December 2010 and the remainder was written for this posting

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this song has nothing to do with the poem, it is a Christmas song which i enjoy listening to even though i cannot understand the words. i hope you will like it, too. the first version is acapella and the second is traditional. song lyrics are at the bottom of  this post.   Happy Holidays!


Carol of the Bells [Acapella] by Barlow Girl [Lyrics]    /   awesomelyxrandom

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Carol of the bells – Christmas song    /     never2without3

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this is my submission to these FABulous sites for poets~

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Open Link Night Week 23     at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
submit a new or old poem

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Open Link Monday   at   imaginary garden with real toads
submit a new or old poem

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Solitary   at   POETRY JAM
prompt:   Solitary

thank you for the great prompt, Mary!

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The Poetry Pantry #80     at     Poets United
they are accepting submissions HERE for their second poetry anthology by 15 January 2012
submit a new or old poem

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Prompt #136   at    Carry on Tuesday
prompt:   use all or part of  ”Standing at the Crossroads”
the opening line from Eric Clapton’s 1974 hit ‘Let it Grow’

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The Poetry Picnic Week 18    at   The Gooseberry Garden
prompt:   “Snow, December, Winter Vacations, and Wildness
one can submit a new or old poem

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Thursday 22 December 2011    at    Theme Thursday
prompt:   Gift

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i am also participating in ~

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NaBloPoMo

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Post A Day

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Carol of  the Bells

lyrics ~

Hark! how the bells, sweet silver bells
All seem to say, throw cares away.
Christmas is here, bringing good cheer
To young and old, (meek and the bold)
Ding, dong, ding, dong, that is their song,
With joyful ring, (all caroling)
One seems to hear words of good cheer
From everywhere, (filling the air)
O, how they pound, raising the sound
O’er hill and dale, telling their tale

Gaily they ring, while people sing
Songs of good cheer, christmas is here!
Merry, merry, merry, merry christmas!
Merry, merry, merry, merry christmas!

On, on they send, on without end
Their joyful tone to every home
(Hark! how the bells, sweet silver bells
All seem to say, throw cares away.)
Christmas is here, bringing good cheer
To young and old, (meek and the bold)
Ding, dong, ding, dong, that is their song
With joyful ring, (all caroling.)
One seems to hear words of good cheer
From everywhere, (filling the air)
O, how they pound, raising the sound
O’er hill and dale, telling their tale

Gaily they ring, while people sing
Songs of good cheer, christmas is here!
Merry, merry, merry, merry christmas!
Merry, merry, merry, merry christmas!

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•Ᏹ•Ꮿ•Ᏹ• the princess and the p…

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long, long ago in a kingdom far, far away lived an acceptable looking prince who was preoccupied with….   well, nothing really.  he was content with his life and held no aspirations.

the old king spoke to the prince one day:  “son,  you gotta get married and you gotta marry a princess with a rich dowry. we’re underwater on the castle mortgage and our credit score sucks.”  his mother, the queen, chimed in “we have enough jewels left to throw a grande ball and find you a rich wife.”  the prince knew his duty to his family and the kingdom.  he could only hope that they could find someone quickly. of  course, he also wished for someone charming, beautiful, fun and, most importantly, sweet.  invitations went out at once {air fare and accommodations not included.}

the night of  the ball arrived and so did every eligible princess for hundreds of  miles around.  one stood out from all the rest ~ unique,  dancing as she walked,  singing as she talked.  good fortune came with her, for her mother’s queendom was the richest on the seven continents.  the prince spent the entire evening in her company and she appeared to like him, too.  one trait did seem a tad worrisome ~ it happens a lot in royal families {what with the small gene pool and no penicillin for conditions like syphilis.}  she was quite mad as a hatter. {oops, wrong fairy tale…  sorry.}

at midnight, the king and queen were delighted when the couple came to them asking permission to be married. the queen said there was just one condition ~ the princess must spend the night in the guest room.  it meant giving up her deposit on a room at the local inn, but other than having to climb a ladder to reach the top of  the pile of  mattresses, the princess thought nothing of  it.  at breakfast the next morning, she looked exhausted and the prince appeared to be in pain. “whatever is the matter?” asked the king.

“what do you suppose?” snapped the princess sweetly “i could get no sleep with the sound of  water dripping all night.” “and i’m sore from having to pee on the mattresses from midnight until sunrise” whined the prince.  shaking her head, the queen looked aghast at her son. “no, no! i said place a pea on the mattresses, not pee on them!”

the prince and princess were married the following Sunday. they built their own castle with indoor bathrooms on every floor and went on to have seven very loony, very sweet children….. and they lived happily ever after.

  this story’s moral ~

give your all for true love’s sake

…except bodily fluids

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“The Princess and The Pea”   /    PrincessMusicSource

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this is my submission to these FABulous sites for poets ~

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Friday Picture Prompt     at      imaginary garden with real toads 
prompt:  Image above and “UN-Fairytales” from 11 November 2011

thank you for the fun prompt, Kerry!

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Occupy THIS   at   POETRY JAM
prompt:   Occupy/Preoccupied/Occupation

thank you for the great prompt, Chris!

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The Thursday Think Tank #78     at     Poets United
they are accepting submissions HERE for their second poetry anthology

prompt:   write something new

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Thursday 15 December 2011    at    Theme Thursday
prompt:   Sweet

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Prompt #297   at   Sunday Scribblings
prompt:    Fairytale

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i am also participating in ~

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NaBloPoMo

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how do you keep memories alive?

breathe in the yeasty scent of  pawpaw flowers
remember hiding in the thicket
on hot summer nights
stolen kisses even hotter

close your eyes
see your man’s strong hand
holding your trembling one
as you jumped the broom together

hear crickets chirping
outside the bedroom window
journey back to the night
when your first child was born

let your fingers
caress the warm wool
of  Pa’s Sunday trousers
piecing together a memory quilt

denim worn soft
from years
of  working under the sun
sewn together here….   and there….

bits of  the aprons tied around your waist
when stirring up the corn pone
or brewing Camellia tea
at the end of  another long day

the mattress ticking
from your marriage bed
in the quilt for all to see
holding thirty years of  love

the tiny gowns never worn
by your baby girl
called to Heaven
before she even lived

how do you keep memories alive?
small moments
picked at random
from the clock of  life

pieces of  fabric
the fabric of  your life
holding the memories tight
keeping them alive

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i’m not a huge fan of  Elvis Presley, but this song is lovely ~


“Memories”   Elvis Presley    /     patriklovesyou

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this is my submission to  these FABulous sites for poets~

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dVerse Poetics ~ fabric of our lives     at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
prompt:   image above  of  a quilt from Gee’s Bend, Alabama quilter
quilt by Rachel Carey George (born 1908) Work-clothes strips c. 1938
Denim (wool trousers, mattress ticking, cotton) 82 x 72 in.
Collection of the Tinwood Alliance

thank you for the great post and prompt, Victoria!

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The Poetry Pantry #79    at   Poets United
they are accepting submissions HERE  for their second poetry anthology
submit a new or old poem

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Open Link Monday   at   imaginary garden with real toads
submit a new or old poem

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The Poetry Picnic Week 17    at   The Gooseberry Garden
prompt:   “Photos, Nostalgia, Memories, and Families”
one can submit a new or old poem

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Prompt #135   at    Carry on Tuesday
prompt:    use all or part of  “The clock of life is wound but once
from a poem by Robert H Smith entitled ‘The Clock of Life’

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i am also participating in ~

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NaBloPoMo

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Post A Day

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•♪• ♫ • deep dark winter blues • ♫ •♪•

the blues take me over

in the deep dark cold of  Winter

those blues take me all over

leaves droppin from the trees
as that ol’ cold Wind blow through

the blues they take me over

ain’t nothin i can do

don’t think Spring’s
ever gonna come again

the blues they take me over

leech the joy right outta me

Ol’ Man Winter
breaks my heart in two

those blues they take me over

can’t get warm no matter what i do

cold so deep in my soul
can’t be thawed by the Devil’s own fires

the Devil, he done give up on me
he say i drag him down

down

down

below the fires of  Hell

the Devil,  he done give up on me
he say i drag him down

down

down

where he don’t care to go

ain’t nothin left for me
but them deep dark Winter blues

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“Singing The Blues”  {Instrumental}  Bix Beiderbecke   /    fskeptical
The Frankie “Tram” Trumbauer Orchestra feat. Bix Beiderbecke - Singin’ the Blues. The first minute of the song is a sax solo by Trumbauer. The second minute is Bix’s cornet solo. The third minute features a short clarinet solo by Jimmy Dorsey, who was the clarinetist in Trumbauer’s Orchestra at that time. The guitarist on this track is Eddie Lang. This song is considered a jazz classic because Bix and, to a lesser degree, Tram were able to make a slow-tempo jazz ballad swing. This ability to make slow-tempo swinging jazz would later be emulated by jazz musicians ranging from Lester Young to John Coltrane to Miles Davis.

this is my submission to these FABulous sites for poets ~

In Tandem #21
prompt:  the image above by  Penny Smith Alias Jinksy   at   In Tandem
 {gorgeous, Jinksy! thank you for sharing.}

Prompt #134  at    Carry on Tuesday
prompt:   use all or part of  ”The darkness of  Winter”
from ‘Dark Winter Blues’ by Edward Kofi Louis

Deep   at   POETRY JAM
prompt:   Deep

thank you for the great prompt, Peggy!

Open Link Night Week 21     at    dVerse ~ Poets Pub
submit a new or old poem

The Poetry Pantry #78    at   Poets United
they are accepting submissions HERE  for their second poetry anthology
submit a new or old poem

Open Link Monday   at   imaginary garden with real toads
submit a new or old poem

The Poetry Picnic Week 16    at   The Gooseberry Garden
one can submit a new or old poem

Prompt #296   at   Sunday Scribblings
prompt:    Joy

i am also participating in ~

NaBloPoMo

Post A Day

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∙ɿ ∙ʄ∙ ɾ∙* faeirii *∙ɿ ∙ʄ∙ ɾ∙

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her name was faeirii.

only there were little hearts ♥ instead of  dots above the i’s.  that said it all.  she lived in an on-line “graphic novel” aka comic.  she was little more than a cliché but what else could she expect?  she was drawn by a MIDDLE-AGED WHITE MAN.  what did HE know about teenage girls?  {she refused to think about any perversions HE might have.  HE creeped her out enough, she didn’t want to probe any deeper into HIS sick psyche.}  HE couldn’t be bothered to draw her in detail… she was barely a scribble.  she guessed HE thought it was “cool.”  she thought HE was just lazy.  HE should try flying around with one eye closed all the time or holding onto a cup of  coffee without fingers. let alone getting a boy to kiss her when all she had was a line for lips.  {and where were her boobs, for God’s sake?}  maybe it would be okay if  she were a superhero or at least had a magic wand, but noooooo….  all she ever got to do was flit around giggling and petting glittery unicorns.  did HE actually think this was writing?  or even drawing?  oh, yeah…  don’t forget HIS degree from that school on the matchbook cover.  was it any wonder she was depressed?  …suicidal even?  her future really only offered two options ~ HE would get bored and stop drawing her…  or, the more frightening prospect,  HE would keep drawing her like this the rest of  HIS life!  maybe she could impale herself  on a unicorn’s horn…..

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her name was faeirii

be glad you don’t share her fate

stuck in a BAD comic

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“Faerie’s Aire and Death Waltz”     /    DaRandomiser

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this is my submission to ~

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Poetics: Falling into magic potion – we’re going Comic   at   dVerse ~ Poets Pub
a Fabulous site for poets ~ spend some time at the Pub!
prompt:   Comics  {special thanks to Claudia Schöenfeld for the great post & prompt}

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i am also participating in ~

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NaBloPoMo

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Post A Day

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