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Requiem

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In the ink of night
she sang to Alpha Centauri
far away, past midnight
and blue for the souls
to keep
She paints her breasts with
rose and peach wine-
syrup of sweet surrender
The velvet is plush
covering her spine with the lightest
of touches

This, the lullaby of stars
when planets come-a-calling
with hidden melodies
Even in the smoke of the city
amongst broken windows, bottles
and souls
Hush
Angeline comes,
she sweeps over them
with a velvet tongue
Tonight; she hides her talons, her teeth
so sharp,
seeking only, the honeyed ones

Sated by her sweetness,
hear a siren call-
to the candescent city streets
Angeline, mystery and magic to behold
sing out to the stars
To Alpha Centauri and far away-
far is the sweet requiem
of night
I  swim to her, so sweet
is her name callin' me-
to her, curvings of an offered neck-
kissed and surrendered
At last

 

Author notes

Angeline, my muse  
around the Manchester sky, she can be found

Picture: Requiem by JE, found in Epilogue.com
Written September 18th, 2005

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  • klassy lassy
    September 29, 2005
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    Oh! This write makes me shiver and delight in the sensations and beauty of your words. This has such mystique! What a muse you have....very sensual and romantic--honeyed temptress, indeed. The night moves softly about her, flowing in velvet and liquid motion. The senses surrender, all of them! Gorgeous, gorgeous write!


  • transcendental baby gold member
    September 18, 2005
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    Ah Angeline is indeed a hungry siren ... but she certainly gives back in silver and magic what she takes away ... this is beautiful ... mysterious, gothic, sensual, magic ... everything needed for a night lover's trance


  • NurseChilly gold member
    September 18, 2005
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    thankie M


  • September 18, 2005
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    She is a sweet one..that siren seems to be a seductive plague? I wonder, though, how many trip over their own feet because they wish they understood the song?


  • Cat
    September 18, 2005
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    Angeline is a perfect muse- she provides you with amazing fodder.

    m


  • NurseChilly gold member
    September 18, 2005
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    you know, you and Niki have her well summed up... yep you surely do
    thankyou Stefi


  • ca ne fait rien
    September 18, 2005
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    Ah, tonight Angeline is a swan gliding over the heavens, gliding over bodies smooth as Yukon Jack, but with as much as a kick, and paddling away liek mad beneath the surface.


  • NurseChilly gold member
    September 18, 2005
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    you can still say yummy if you want hun..

    thankyou my friend... she does sing so nice, doesn't she


  • The Bear
    September 18, 2005
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    I was going to say yummy but billy got there first
    Angeline, she is like one of the ancient constellations , if we look we can see her up there singing, no?


  • September 18, 2005
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    i loved the breasts and the syrup.... yummy


  • vaseline
    September 18, 2005
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    She paints her breasts with
    rose and peach wine-
    syrup of sweet surrender
    The velvet is plush
    covering her spine with the lightest
    of touches


    ooo that is just gorgeous!!!!!!!! wow, this was just an amazing poem, sexy too


  • NurseChilly gold member
    September 18, 2005
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    forgot the "i" lolololol..
    oohh well

  • amateurpoetess
    September 18, 2005
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    Beautiful with lots of imagery and great picture, to make this an enjoyable work.

  • jabberwocky
    September 18, 2005
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    Wait, can we back up to the part about painting your breasts in sweet wine?

    Was there more poem after that? I know there was a lot of words that followed, but...



    BTW, did I ever tell you that I think I like Angeline?


  • Dienush
    September 18, 2005
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    Nice poem. I like the night atosphere, the way you make it so real and wonderful. It was an enjoyable read.


  • Dragonsong silver member
    September 18, 2005
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    A very well written poem, I love the imagery and the tone used, very nice! This reaches through the obvious and talks to one on the soul level!


  • September 18, 2005
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    I'm not sure I understand it, but it is quite interesting. Good imagery.


  • myron silver member
    September 18, 2005
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    evocative

    i like the way you have written this very much...it is evocative...your use of images is well-crafted...the poem is full of implications, which shows a maturity in the writing and at the same time allows insight to come leaking between the lines...

    your poem works on a number of levels...well done...

    if i had applause left, i'd give you some...
    in fact, i'll give you some anyway...you desreve it.


    all the best,
    myron

  • Eric Nunnally
    September 18, 2005
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    Why did you use "Alpha Centaur" instead of "Alpha Centauri?"

  • Dull Red
    September 18, 2005
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    Very very nice!! i love the very deep, seductive mood that you created through your intense words, as well as all of the lovely images you captured inside of my head....it goes without saying that this is wonderful!

  • NurseChilly gold member
    September 18, 2005
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    blech.. I just puked up an ... nah.. unfortunately the dish I liked went to another team.. Nicholas Anelka.. hhmmm or Thierry Henry... now that's vavva vooom!!

    oooohhh Beckham... yick yick.. spits.. bad taste in my mouth.. lmao


  • NoIQ gold member
    September 18, 2005
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    Liar. I KNOW that deep down in your soul, you want to "Bend it WITH Beckham," and are therefore prepping yourself to be the next Spice Girl. He may be gone from Man-U, but I know in your heart-of-hearts, he's your "Daddy."

  • NurseChilly gold member
    September 18, 2005
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    think somebody called Monte, may just get his wish..

    and thanks for the splendid comment.. even if you did get my FOOTBALL team wrong.. heheheheh


  • NurseChilly gold member
    September 18, 2005
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    aaahh thankie kind sir, she loves to step out in the night

    you are a darlin' ...*snogs*

  • NoIQ gold member
    September 18, 2005
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    A highly evocative and ethereal poem here, Gill. I am not certain what the Manchester sky appears like -- but you make it seem sulty and harmonic at the same time. Even though it shouldn't, for they involve wildly different subject matter, for some reason your poem reminded me of the opening lines to Blake's "Auguries of Innocence":

    To see a world in a grain of sand
    And a heaven in a wild flower,
    Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
    And eternity in an hour.

    I doubt your Muse would appreciate comparisons to rhyming poetry about the Apocalypse -- but hey, it is a great poem! LOL Seriously, this was a lovely piece.

    Now, for your next exercise, I think you should combine your Angeline muse with Mystysaint's Guinevere Muse in a three-some with someone named "Monte."


  • windhover3 gold member
    September 18, 2005
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    absolutely excellent. ethiop has the right word, luscious. I wish we had the same constellations over DC instead of alpha stentorious (the cenataur), Agnes (the bureaucancer), and Boris (the slightly peaked bull with three horns). Alas, Angeline appears to belong to you, though I swim each night to find her.


  • ethiop jewel
    September 18, 2005
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    luscious...I love the images...tie them together more tightly


  • Fearless Leader
    September 18, 2005
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    "This, the lullaby of stars
    when planets come-a-calling
    with hidden melodies..."

    Pretty lines these...reminds me of the famous Wilde quote...
    or is it we are looking down into the gutters but are among the stars?


  • Ink Shadow
    September 18, 2005
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    There are some real adventurous lines, in this! But don't see that concrete thought required to hold it as a good poem...I liked some of the images, but they are not coherent!

    D

  • is
    September 18, 2005
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    definately hypnotically soothing to my eyes. i felt almost trapped in a dream from which i was more than reluctant to wake from. to me, this was a waterfall. a pure example of the beauty and innocence of nature at its finest. so just relate that to the poetry world, and thats what i thought of your poem. just excellent.
    ps: imagery and feel were sublime, the picture definately did it's job.


  • NurseChilly gold member
    September 18, 2005
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    many thanks for your wonderful comment.. thanks for dropping by


  • Lencio Rodrigues
    September 18, 2005
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    I swim to her, so sweet
    is her name callin' me-
    to her, curvings of an offered neck-
    kissed and surrendered
    At last


    I see that the ending of most of your writes come very powerful. A brillaint piece right from the beginning and thanks for featuring it. It would have been a shame not to have read this!

    Love and light,
    Lencio

  • NurseChilly gold member
    September 18, 2005
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    hehhe okay hun... I've been slowly editing it all morning as nobody had commented till now..
    it was nearly going in the poetic bin.. lololol

    thanks hun for the rescue


  • jantastic gold member
    September 18, 2005
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    the ink of night
    syrup of sweet surrender
    candescent city streets

    she does evoke such rich words and images that flow together so well at your hand. love the last few lines but I'm a sucker for neck kisses

    I'll try to take a better look with my editorial eye when I feel less "sunday morning".

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