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    Below is new poem by my great friend Winged Warrior-
    A 360 Reversible.... And a very , very good one I might add.
    I am humbly honored that in addition to giving tribute to Master Poe, he also gave creds to both my dear friend Victor and myself, along with our dark poetry......--Tyr



    By Winged Warrior

    Ravens and Castles


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    ...inspired by and in dedication to ~ Victor Buhagiar, Robert Lindley (my mentors) and the rest of the PoetrySoup Family...thank you for your kindness and support...

    A Tribute To Edgar Allan Poe... by ^WW^ Winged Warrior
    July.30.2019


    A Winged Warrior 360 Reversible...


    -Ravens and Castles-

    Morbid castles cobwebbed upon haunting hills,
    Horrid crawling cadavers of blood bring spills…
    Ravens cawing carousingly amidst nocturnal nights,
    Cravens surrounding lunatics of fanatical frights…

    Wizards and wands wandering of sunken dungeons,
    Lizards lashing longing of fecal flies flying luncheons…
    Spiders savoring creatures cocooning of appetites,
    Writers writing of winding roads amongst candlelights…

    Ghostly apparitions attending of masters chambered,
    Mostly hauntings of dead relatives dismembered…
    Thunder & lightening resonating through humid halls,
    Under feeling of spells and incantations bouncing walls…

    Pivoting pendulums balancing upon lethal life and death,
    Riveting raging rivers calming anticipating final breath…
    Wearing witches and warlocks of demons delirious dancing,
    Swearing sentinels before crimson maddening moon trancing.

    Background music by...
    Dark Magic Music-'Salems Secrets'
    Peter Gundry Composer




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    -Castles and Ravens-

    Hills haunting upon cobwebbed castles morbid,
    Spills bring blood of cadavers crawling horrid…
    Nights nocturnal amidst carousingly cawing ravens,
    Frights fanatical of lunatics surrounding cravens…

    Dungeons sunken of wandering wands and Wizards,
    Luncheons flying flies fecal of longing lashing lizards…
    Appetites of cocooning creatures savoring spiders,
    Candlelights amongst roads winding of writing writers…

    Chambered masters of attending apparitions ghostly,
    Dismembered relative’s dead of hauntings mostly…
    Halls humid through resonating lightening & thunder,
    Walls bouncing incantations and spells of feeling under…

    Death and life lethal upon balancing pendulums pivoting,
    Breath final anticipating calming rivers raging riveting…
    Dancing delirious demons of warlocks and witches wearing,
    Trancing moon maddening crimson before sentinels swearing.


    Background music by...
    'The Sealed Kingdom'
    Adrian Von Ziegler Composer


    (((THANK YOU, DEAR FRIENDS)))...To all who commented and to help make these verses, poem of the day...Thank you for your kindness and support...ps more to come lol...Winged Warrior ^WW^ )


    Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2019
    Last edited by Tyr-Ziu Saxnot; 08-04-2019 at 06:05 AM.
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    The Waradgery Tribe
    by Dame Mary Gilmore

    Harried we were, and spent,
    broken and falling,
    ere as the cranes we went,
    crying and calling.

    Summer shall see the bird
    backward returning;
    never shall there be heard
    those, who went yearning.

    Emptied of us the land;
    ghostly our going;
    fallen like spears the hand
    dropped in the throwing.

    We are the lost who went,
    like the cranes, crying;
    hunted, lonely and spent
    broken and dying.

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    The First Thrush
    by Dame Mary Gilmore


    Though leaves have fallen long since,
    The wagtails flirt and flit,
    Glad in the morning sun;
    While, on the knotted quince,
    The dewdrops, pearled on it,
    Bead to a little run. . . .

    Soft as a breathing air
    There came a lovely sound
    Out of the branches bare;
    So rich it was, and round,
    Sense stood, in listening bound,
    Stilled to its sweetness there!
    It was the thrush's note,

    That seemed as though his heart
    On some loved thing did dote;
    As though he yearned apart,
    Knowing some hidden smart,
    Pain in the long sweet rote.

    There, as the spider hung
    Grey-breasted 'gainst the brown
    Skin of the quince, he sung
    A song that o'er the town,
    Rose up as though to crown
    The tree-tops whence it sprung.

    And now, it seems to me,
    That long full breath he drew,
    Like perfume shed on air,
    Still dwells within the tree,
    Though long ago he flew,
    And left it naked there.
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    The Valley of Unrest

    by Edgar Allan Poe
    (published 1845)



    Once it smiled a silent dell
    Where the people did not dwell;
    They had gone unto the wars,
    Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
    Nightly, from their azure towers,
    To keep watch above the flowers,
    In the midst of which all day
    The red sun-light lazily lay.
    Now each visitor shall confess
    The sad valley's restlessness.
    Nothing there is motionless --
    Nothing save the airs that brood
    Over the magic solitude.
    Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
    That palpitate like the chill seas
    Around the misty Hebrides!
    Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
    That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
    Uneasily, from morn till even,
    Over the violets there that lie
    In myriad types of the human eye --
    Over the lilies there that wave
    And weep above a nameless grave!
    They wave: -- from out their fragrant tops
    Eternal dews come down in drops.
    They weep: -- from off their delicate stems
    Perennial tears descend in gems.
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    In Exile

    BY EMMA LAZARUS

    “Since that day till now our life is one unbroken paradise. We live a true brotherly life. Every evening after supper we take a seat under the mighty oak and sing our songs.”—Extract from a letter of a Russian refugee in Texas.


    Twilight is here, soft breezes bow the grass,
    Day's sounds of various toil break slowly off.
    The yoke-freed oxen low, the patient ass
    Dips his dry nostril in the cool, deep trough.
    Up from the prairie the tanned herdsmen pass
    With frothy pails, guiding with voices rough
    Their udder-lightened kine. Fresh smells of earth,
    The rich, black furrows of the glebe send forth.

    After the Southern day of heavy toil,
    How good to lie, with limbs relaxed, brows bare
    To evening's fan, and watch the smoke-wreaths coil
    Up from one's pipe-stem through the rayless air.
    So deem these unused tillers of the soil,
    Who stretched beneath the shadowing oak tree, stare
    Peacefully on the star-unfolding skies,
    And name their life unbroken paradise.

    The hounded stag that has escaped the pack,
    And pants at ease within a thick-leaved dell;
    The unimprisoned bird that finds the track
    Through sun-bathed space, to where his fellows dwell;
    The martyr, granted respite from the rack,
    The death-doomed victim pardoned from his cell,—
    Such only know the joy these exiles gain,—
    Life's sharpest rapture is surcease of pain.

    Strange faces theirs, wherethrough the Orient sun
    Gleams from the eyes and glows athwart the skin.
    Grave lines of studious thought and purpose run
    From curl-crowned forehead to dark-bearded chin.
    And over all the seal is stamped thereon
    Of anguish branded by a world of sin,
    In fire and blood through ages on their name,
    Their seal of glory and the Gentiles' shame.

    Freedom to love the law that Moses brought,
    To sing the songs of David, and to think
    The thoughts Gabirol to Spinoza taught,
    Freedom to dig the common earth, to drink
    The universal air—for this they sought
    Refuge o'er wave and continent, to link
    Egypt with Texas in their mystic chain,
    And truth's perpetual lamp forbid to wane.

    Hark! through the quiet evening air, their song
    Floats forth with wild sweet rhythm and glad refrain.
    They sing the conquest of the spirit strong,
    The soul that wrests the victory from pain;
    The noble joys of manhood that belong
    To comrades and to brothers. In their strain
    Rustle of palms and Eastern streams one hears,
    And the broad prairie melts in mist of tears.


    Source: Emma Lazarus: Selected Poems and Other Writings (2002)
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    A truly talented and awe inspiring poet.....-Tyr
    18 U.S. Code § 2381-Treason Whoever, owing allegiance to the United States, levies war against them or adheres to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort within the United States or elsewhere, is guilty of treason and shall suffer death, or shall be imprisoned not less than five years and fined under this title but not less than $10,000; and shall be incapable of holding any office under the United States.

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