Ahira's Hangar

I have seen your eagle soar across the mountain sky;
How blessed Lord, am I.
I have seen your dolphins leaping, laughing in the tropical sea;
How I am blessed by Thee.

I have seen the waves crash into the cliffs of Maine;
How transitory is any pain.
I have seen sunrise on the rims of your canyons grand;
Lord, I await to see your promised land.

Lord, a wonderful man calls me wife;
Thank you so much for my life!
For the beautiful children you lent me to raise;
I cannot give you enough praise!

Lord, my life has been a wonderful gift,
My soul in yours you uplift;
When death comes and opens its maw
May I still be calling on you in awe! "What did you say to the Emperor about me?" "He wanted to know what I saw in you.I told him that you poured out honor like a fountain, all around you." "That's weird. I don't feel full of honor, or anything else, except maybe confusion." "Naturally not. Fountains keep nothing for themselves."<i></i>

Beautiful poem! I can see you are very religious, I think! Further up, and further in!<i></i>

Well, I don't think anyone would call me religious as such...in fact, various factions in my hub's family are always trying to convert me to their views (sigh, they never even bother asking me what my views are first) but I believe strongly, if that makes any sense?? I feel a lot closer to God sitting outside in the woods, or on a cliff overlooking the water or a canyon or someplace like that than I do inside any building.
Check out the hobbies on my profile sometime, you'll see... "What did you say to the Emperor about me?" "He wanted to know what I saw in you.I told him that you poured out honor like a fountain, all around you." "That's weird. I don't feel full of honor, or anything else, except maybe confusion." "Naturally not. Fountains keep nothing for themselves."<i>Edited by: Duchess of Malfi  at: 12/20/02 11:04:13 am
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Phew! Good thing I said I think! Further up, and further in!<i></i>

Wonderful Duchess!! How graceful and grateful!
If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn't.
Lyall Watson
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Well, Mhoram, I'm religious in the sense that I believe in God, though I do not belong to any one particular religious organization. Hopefully this clarifies a bit?
And thank you both for your kind words! "What did you say to the Emperor about me?" "He wanted to know what I saw in you.I told him that you poured out honor like a fountain, all around you." "That's weird. I don't feel full of honor, or anything else, except maybe confusion." "Naturally not. Fountains keep nothing for themselves."<i>Edited by: Duchess of Malfi  at: 12/20/02 11:05:24 am
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A castle rears into the sky,
Buttressed with the native rock,
Banners fluttering from towertop,
Trumpets sounding from high rough walls.
Within abide the great stearn kings,
Their queens lovely among women.
Soldiers defend their great lord's keep,
Knights on chargers, bright plumes and armor.
The castle is massive and fair.

The morning is fair- a cool breeeze
Ruffles the chilled green water,
The waves lap at the sandy shore,
Gulls screech and soar
Over the stretch of deeply brown beach.

The fields of the castle are lush,
And fertile with the growing crops~
But covered with armed camps.
Men train for warfare, for blood spillage.
Soon the warriors will ride and march~
To both neighboring and far domains,
To take all for the royal arms.
None can stand before the bloody ones~
The blood royal has reached zenith

The blinding sun burns in the sky,
Baking the shore where the tide has been.
The wind has died, the waters calmed.
The cloudless sea and sky are one.
The summer day has reached its high.

The castle crumbles, stone walls fall.
Feasts, coronations are long over.
Tapestries, handwoven by queens
And the long swords of kings have rotted.
The last born heir has found his barrow,
Great treasures were long ago raped,
The princes long dead to the blades of foes.

Gulls flit as elusive shadows.
Green seawater swirls over brown beach.
Waves smooth away the footsteps,
Carry away the day's refuse,
Melt away the child's sandcastle.


Ankh-Morpork people considered that spelling was a sort of optional extra. They believed in it the same way they believed in punctuation; it didn't matter where you put it, so long as it was there.~Terry Pratchett<i></i>

Very, very cool! Well-written! Further up, and further in! <i></i>

A great fear is choking my heart --
My soul feels as if its being ripped apart.
What can I do?
What can I say?
Confusion is clouding my mind.
And I simply cannot find
An easy way, or any way,
In which to ease my heart.

I remember the fire and magic
Which between us used to lie~
Can it be there again?
I remember laughter and joy
love and passion
shared dreams and tears
That I thought would last for many years.
Can they be, again?
Are they still alive, hiding~
Waiting for an easier day?
Neither one of us can say.
Can fire, magic~great love truly die?
or do they simply submerge under layers of life?
My body aches for your caresses,
My soul aches for your warm words.
I love you yet, after all that has happened.
But you do not love me.

What should I do?
Shall I hold on because of my passion?
What should I say?
Shall I release you, as is your due?
What can one do when one still feels
fire and magic
Stirring deep in one's soul
But when the loved one loves no longer?
Confusion blocks my mind,
Anger and sadness dull my heart.

If only I could Douse the flames,
Murder the magic...
Ankh-Morpork people considered that spelling was a sort of optional extra. They believed in it the same way they believed in punctuation; it didn't matter where you put it, so long as it was there.~Terry Pratchett<i></i>

Wow! A Meditation very sad, but how true and fortright! Duchess I absolutely LOVE Sandcastles! What a great fix btween Martin books! I felt like I was back in Westeros! And now Danlo looked in that direction, too. He remembered that snowy owls mate in the darkest part of deep winter, and so along with this beautiful white bird perched in a tree a hundred feet away, he turned to face the sea as he watched and waited.

Ahira, Ahira, he called out silently to the sky. Ahira, Ahira<i></i>

To My Father

Trapped for life inside of a cage,
Bars forged from lonliness, honor, and duty.
I will die alone like you.

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TWO

When we come together, my awareness of the world fades away
There is your strong body against mine
Your arms enveloping me in protective warmth
Your heart beating against my cheek
Your eyes shining with masculine heat
Your hands against my back
And when our lips finally meet
Intermingled with your hot sweet breath
There is a dream of distant spring
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There is no life which does not possess its own importance, no life which may not be touched by greatness at any time - yes, be touched by greatness and have a hand in it. ~ Stephen R. Donaldson
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Our lives are the songs that sing the universe into existence.~David Zindell
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Scenes from Ann Arbor


Women's Hospital 0600
After hours of torment, in a great gush of blood,
A child is born.
The pain, the cursing, the ripping of flesh
Become Insignificant
As the mother holds her babe.
She coos, croons, caresses.
The father holds them both,
Smiling tremulously,
Eyes shining with unshed tears,
And reaches out a massive finger,
To touch his daughter's tiny hand.


Burn Unit 0900
The tiny burned baby lies screaming.
The nurse hovers over him, cooing.
She reaches out a gentle hand to touch
A downy cheek,
Soft as a kitten's fur.
But she cannot hold him against her heart,
And the baby screams on.


MICU 1400
With alarms shrieking and monitors shrilling,
A man dies.
A tidal wave converges to his body,
Pagers blaring,
Charging footsteps echoing in the long hallways.
The flash of bright needles,
The violence of compression
(Can you hear the ribs breaking?)
The arching of a body under electric current,
The Defeat of Death.
An hour later he dies again, permanently.


SICU 1600
Under dim lights
There is an indecipherable, still shape
Hidden by the stark white blanket.
Innumerable tubes snake into it,
Into every natural and manmade orifice.
These tubes maintain and regulate life.
Monitors trace their patterns
In bright neon green on black screens.
There is no sound or movement
But that of machine.
Yet a lovely brown high arched foot sticks out,
With pink painted toe nails.


HemOnc Dusk
The Doctor leans forehead first into the wall.
His body shudders as he silently weeps.
Inside the room the death watch drags on.
She is eighteen.
Only eighteen.
For two weeks she has cried, begged,
Screamed
For the pain to stop,
As the infections wrack her enfeebled body.
Her body wasted,weak, failing,
Lips bloated from the systemic fungus infection,
In the war against leukemia
NOTHING NOTHING NOTHING
Helped.
Outside, through the window,
Far above, the first star shines.
Star Light, Star Bright,
First Star I see tonight-
I wish I may I wish I might-
Can my daughter die tonight?
An ominous stillness claims her that day.
Her parents hold her for eternal hours
As she finally slowly slips from life.
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Our lives are the songs that sing the universe into existence.~David Zindell
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I dreamed of you last night.

We sat together at a little table in a bistro.
We were laughing.
Your face glowed with happiness, your eyes shone.
We ate from each other's plates, and sipped golden wine.

I dreamed of you last night.

When I awoke, tears were running down my face. <i></i>

Lately I have been into writing very short poems. I will post some of them now. ******************************************************

Our lives are the songs that sing the universe into existence.~David Zindell
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snowy night


Moon shines.

Snow on brown leaves.

Winter comes.

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Our lives are the songs that sing the universe into existence.~David Zindell
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