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The cursed queen, to be sure.
Lonely you stand in your tower,
thickened waist and wrinkled cheeks.
There is no one but God here, now.
The men you loved are dead- one in body,
the other in spirit,
but still making love to another
on your broken marriage bed.
Your mother gone, and with her your children,
though their tiny things
still rest in the cupboard, their tiny hands still clutch your heart.
Your sister is mad, keening still
over the moulding coffin of her long-dead king.
Your one salvation, your living daughter,
small and kind with her parents red hair,
is shunned and rebuked as you are,
though you send her kisses on the wind.
Still you stand, refusing to fall to your knees
you have taken the armor of God
as you once took the armor of man.
Though under that armor
your heart is breaking.
This is about Catharine of Aragon, first wife of Henry VIII. Of the tudor dynasty, she is one of my favorite figures. Catharine was said to have been quiet, thoughtful, extremely intelligent, and passionate. She was first brought to England to marry Author Tudor, older brother of Henry, but upon his death, she was married to Henry to preserve the alliance between Spain and England. Contrary to popular belief, she did bear Henry a son, but he died only a few months after birth. She had a series of miscarriages, and Mary Tudor (****** Mary) was her only child to survive. As though this were not enough tragedy, her beloved mother, Isabella of Spain, died shortly after her arrival in England. Her sister, Juana, Queen of Castille, went insane, and after the death of her husband Phillip, refused to let the body be buried, and treated her husband as though he were still alive. She was later confined to a tower where she remained until her death-- with an empty coffin so she could take care of her "husband" (she pretended to feed him, covered him when it was cold etc). Henry VIII, upon his divorce of Catharine, and marriage to Anne Boleyn, stripped Mary of her birthright, and banished her from court, not allowing her to see her mother- even when Catharine was dying. Overall, she was a very tragic figure, but a wonderfully strong and intelligent woman whom I admire a great deal.
I have come to find that two broken people don't make a whole.
Half-full or half-empty hearts,
regardless of perspective,
do not refill when spilled together.
This is a new day; I will not worry about yesterday.  I must remain with a clear mind.  I must remember to pray.
I must look ahead, and not to things behind.  I must keep focus, in order to be on time.
This is a new day; I will not worry about tomorrow.  I don't want to get in its  way, it could be filled with sorrow.
This is a new day; I want to enjoy the things I see.  I want to share my love, to everyone that's free.
I will enjoy this day; I'll look for the very best.  I'll shun the negative, and let God do the rest.
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
I kissed his lips,
I felt nothing.
For I had fallen in love with another.
In that moment, I knew there was nothing to be done.
There was no saving what we once had.
It was gone, and something else had taken its place.
Someone else had taken his place.

I said goodbye to the old and embraced the new.

I loved the new, with all my heart.
I treated him and what we had with tenderness,
kindness,
gentleness,
passion,
fear,
All that love required to grow, to stay.
But even with all the freedom,
communication,
friendship,
trust
that we had between us.
What we had also became old,
he became old.
Then one day,
I kissed his lips.
I felt nothing.
 Mar 2014 Edward Alan
Dan
Moving on is one task I never see complete.
I couldn't forget many things if I tried.
I'll never forget when he was my best friend.
I'll never foget the nights we walked and left our shoes off because it was just that warm.
I still see us standing at the water on our walks.
I still see the person he was and who he made me. I still cry because I'll never be that girl again. So untouched by pain, so naive to what he would do. I remember the first time he touched me. He showed me the stars. He made me feel special and wanted and important. Those were the happiest days I've ever experienced. I still feel all the boys who touched me after him. With their strange ***** hands. All still unknown to me. I remember thinking they would be all I could have. I was there for their use. A kiss is just a kiss. It doesn't mean that he'll love you in the morning. Wake up. Show yourself the stars. Leave your shoes by the door. Whisper to the wind and know that the sun will come with new seasons and people to let go of, and when it sets you can look at the moon and know that he will be looking too.
Whenever I'm drowning,
I look to you to be my lifeguard.
But instead of jumping in,
you remind me that I can swim.
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