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"I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me." 

~ Maya Angelou 

I stumbled across this poem (this is not the entire poem) the other day and couldn't remember why I ever forgot it. If I have a daughter I will carve out what it says on top somewhere she can see if and make her read it everyday. 

The God Abandons Antony-C.P. Cavafy

When suddenly, at midnight, you hear
an invisible procession going by
with exquisite music, voices,
don’t mourn your luck that’s failing now,
work gone wrong, your plans
all proving deceptive—don’t mourn them uselessly.
As one long prepared, and graced with courage,
say goodbye to her, the Alexandria that is leaving.
Above all, don’t fool yourself, don’t say
it was a dream, your ears deceived you:
don’t degrade yourself with empty hopes like these.
As one long prepared, and graced with courage,
as is right for you who proved worthy of this kind of city,
go firmly to the window
and listen with deep emotion, but not
with the whining, the pleas of a coward;
listen—your final delectation—to the voices,
to the exquisite music of that strange procession,
and say goodbye to her, to the Alexandria you are losing.

 The Thirst of Satan 

“And starward drifts the stricken world,
Lone in unalterable gloom
Dead, with a universe for tomb,
Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled.
(“The Testimony of the Suns”)”

 George Sterling

 Rustling

 
A cluttered space and a quickly approaching departure brings silence.
Chords wrap around my gut.
Anger swelling in the belly of my being.
My bones squeak as I tighten my muscles and bite my lip to keep this quiet.
A train passes.
My heart beats in my neck.
My chest is tight.
I squirm a bit and try to shake this feeling out of me.
It lingers in the tips of my fingers and toes.
God knows I'm going to fall apart.
Like ruble.
I will crumble.
But that can wait until tomorrow.
Tonight, we drink and dance.
On top of hotel beds, we bounce and say we're sorry.
Goodbye is too close to fight.
I'm rusting.
Turning a dirty orange and breathing iron.
There's a light that comes in through a boarded up window.
It reminds me that there is beauty in this chaos.
It reminds me that you are beautiful even when you drive me fucking crazy

Hewasmymoon :)

This is lovely 

"They" can be anyone including ourselves understand you don't read poetry in an extremely literal sense. Let's also remember Yehuda is from Isreal meaning over there for a public figure "they" can mean something. 

Roses are red
The trees are red
Everything is red
OMG my garden is on fire !!

For your collection- As promised..

Gone

THE last, late guest
To the gate we followed;
Goodbye -- and the rest
The night-wind swallowed.

House, garden, street,
Lay tenfold gloomy,
Where accents sweet
Had made music to me.

It was but a feast
With the dark coming on;
She was but a guest --
And now, she is gone.

-Adam Lindsay Gordon

be my mistress by princess tinker

BE MY MISTRESS !

how do you like my poem raven ?