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June | 2015 | Ian Stewart Black
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Modern master of classical poetry. Month: June, 2015. June 14, 2015. Nameless Here For Evermore. Perhaps I loved you then. But time is seldom kind. To anything so true,. And I may never find. It pains me to confess. The dying of the flame:. Four years I yearned, to learn. That yours is just the name. I give to loneliness. Poetry By Ian Black. Poetry By Ian Black. Solemn Days And Sleepless Nights. Frost On The Ground. On Frost On The Ground. On Devout In Vain. On Devout In Vain. Lucy on Promise Of Tomorrow.
July | 2015 | Ian Stewart Black
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Modern master of classical poetry. Month: July, 2015. July 19, 2015. Embers In A Darkened World. The flame is borne tonight: a candle burns. In solitude for all that’s sacred, all. That’s beautiful. As dreams to ashes turn,. My words from want and recollection fall,. While yours still linger in our darkened world;. The embers now are few, aglow within. My grasp as fireflies whose wings are furled. In resignation. Weary bones begin. To petrify, so long have I withstood. Poetry By Ian Black.
May | 2015 | Ian Stewart Black
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Modern master of classical poetry. Month: May, 2015. May 10, 2015. Last Of Winter Snow. Summers fade to frost. As falling snows diminish. Ever unto Spring.’. Gleaming waves of moonlight broke upon the. Blizzard, bursting into shards that rippled. With a crystal sheen and danced amid the. Silent fury of the storm. The snowflakes. Settled in the freshly trodden tracks of. Animals and men, as if devout in. Smothering the vestiges of evil. Almost imperceptibly, a candle. Flickering in isolation vainly. Unhap...
Embers In A Darkened World | Ian Stewart Black
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Modern master of classical poetry. Embers In A Darkened World. The flame is borne tonight: a candle burns. In solitude for all that’s sacred, all. That’s beautiful. As dreams to ashes turn,. My words from want and recollection fall,. While yours still linger in our darkened world;. The embers now are few, aglow within. My grasp as fireflies whose wings are furled. In resignation. Weary bones begin. To petrify, so long have I withstood. The ache of love’s enduring martyrdom,. July 19, 2015.
Seclusion | Ian Stewart Black
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Modern master of classical poetry. A maelstrom rages at the centre of my being,. And the mausoleums of the vanquished quake;. The reign of chaos sends my better angels fleeing. As forgotten devils in their tombs awake. Some hellish sorcery avails, the seal is broken:. There is nothing left to stem the dreaded flood;. Whatever I once was, I now retain no token:. Doubtless, all is lost amid the tide of blood. The Sorrow whispers to the wounded, its seduction. Apt to still the voice of any who decry;. Even ...
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Creation | SoulHiking
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Wandering, living, awareness, life. December 12, 2014. So many tools I have lifted, practiced, put down, left them. To gather dust, cobwebs, deteriorate while I picked up yet. Another one, lifted, practiced, put it down and once again. Put it down to gather dust. Till a moment arose, that I remembered all those other tools and. Gathered them into One Basket, tools for weaving, tools for carving,. Tools for breaking apart, and tools for putting together. And smaller rise up to berate me and make me weep d...
Row Row | SoulHiking
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Wandering, living, awareness, life. March 31, 2014. There are too many words. Crowding in my head. Each one crossing like swords. To be heard instead. Various forms of speeches fly. Keeping me from my bed. Aching to be said. But one has to consider. It’s capacity to hear. The ideas yet unspoken. The development of the. Species and it’s placement. Humanity from below and above. In time and space sent. It running off cliffs. With no-where to roam. What words do I have. That you could really hear. You are c...
freedom « looking for molly
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Where will my feet take me today? She saw it in the fog then. Like an unexpected stranger. With eyes that told of foreign lands. And words that spoke a million stories. It left her bound between delirium and illusion. Her breath in the silence. Frozen ground leading to frozen trees, frozen knees. She sank into the outline where earth met sky. A friend, a fable, an explanation. Stuck under the thick air,. She can see the stillness of life. Hear the whisper of everything unseen,. We lie about pretending.
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Where will my feet take me today? She saw it in the fog then. Like an unexpected stranger. With eyes that told of foreign lands. And words that spoke a million stories. It left her bound between delirium and illusion. Her breath in the silence. Frozen ground leading to frozen trees, frozen knees. She sank into the outline where earth met sky. A friend, a fable, an explanation. Stuck under the thick air,. She can see the stillness of life. Hear the whisper of everything unseen,. We lie about pretending.
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Where will my feet take me today? She saw it in the fog then. Like an unexpected stranger. With eyes that told of foreign lands. And words that spoke a million stories. It left her bound between delirium and illusion. Her breath in the silence. Frozen ground leading to frozen trees, frozen knees. She sank into the outline where earth met sky. A friend, a fable, an explanation. Stuck under the thick air,. She can see the stillness of life. Hear the whisper of everything unseen,. We lie about pretending.
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Where will my feet take me today? She saw it in the fog then. Like an unexpected stranger. With eyes that told of foreign lands. And words that spoke a million stories. It left her bound between delirium and illusion. Her breath in the silence. Frozen ground leading to frozen trees, frozen knees. She sank into the outline where earth met sky. A friend, a fable, an explanation. Stuck under the thick air,. She can see the stillness of life. Hear the whisper of everything unseen,. We lie about pretending.
self discovery « looking for molly
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Where will my feet take me today? Category Archives: self discovery. She saw it in the fog then. Like an unexpected stranger. With eyes that told of foreign lands. And words that spoke a million stories. It left her bound between delirium and illusion. Her breath in the silence. Frozen ground leading to frozen trees, frozen knees. She sank into the outline where earth met sky. A friend, a fable, an explanation. Stuck under the thick air,. She can see the stillness of life. A place where refuge is found.
freedom « looking for molly
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Where will my feet take me today? She saw it in the fog then. Like an unexpected stranger. With eyes that told of foreign lands. And words that spoke a million stories. It left her bound between delirium and illusion. Her breath in the silence. Frozen ground leading to frozen trees, frozen knees. She sank into the outline where earth met sky. A friend, a fable, an explanation. Stuck under the thick air,. She can see the stillness of life. Hear the whisper of everything unseen,. We lie about pretending.
ESL (English as a Second Language) – The Lit Cowboy
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Get drunk on literature. ESL (English as a Second Language). Recently Read and Recommended. Index of Authors and Works. So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue as you wish. Charles Baudelaire. Language is wine upon the lips. Virginia Woolf. Historical Periods of World Literature. I Ancient World Literature. II The Middle Ages. IV The Age of Reason (The Enlightenment). Of Time and the Phoenix: Shakespeare’s Sonnet XIX. Watch Movie and C...
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Ian Blackhurst, Chairman and CEO of My House Group. Just another WordPress.com site. If only businesses could chalk up results like the World Cup winners. June 16, 2010. The World Cup: it’s one of the world’s most successful entertainment brands and, every four years, involves more spectators on the planet than anything else. What’s the secret of its amazing success? In the World Cup, the winners may not be regarded as the ‘best’ team, the most entertaining team or the most attacking team. But to win...
Ian Stewart Black | Modern master of classical poetry
Modern master of classical poetry. July 19, 2015. Embers In A Darkened World. The flame is borne tonight: a candle burns. In solitude for all that’s sacred, all. That’s beautiful. As dreams to ashes turn,. My words from want and recollection fall,. While yours still linger in our darkened world;. The embers now are few, aglow within. My grasp as fireflies whose wings are furled. In resignation. Weary bones begin. To petrify, so long have I withstood. The ache of love’s enduring martyrdom,. June 14, 2015.
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