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"phenix" poems
'Tis not with gilded sabres That gleam in baldricks blue, Nor nodding plumes in caps of Fez, Of gay and gaudy hue-- But, habited in mourning weeds, Come marching from afar, By four and four, the valiant men Who fought with Aliatar. All mournfully and slowly The afflicted warriors come, To the deep wail of the trumpet, And beat of muffled drum. The banner of the Phenix, The flag that loved the sky, That scarce the wind dared wanton with, It flew so proud and high-- Now leaves its place in battle-field, And sweeps the ground in grief, The bearer drags its glorious folds Behind the fallen chief, As mournfully and slowly The afflicted warriors come, To the deep wail of the trumpet, And beat of muffled drum. Brave Aliatar led forward A hundred Moors to go To where his brother held Motril Against the leaguering foe. On horseback went the gallant Moor, That gallant band to lead; And now his bier is at the gate, From whence he pricked his steed. While mournfully and slowly The afflicted warriors come, To the deep wail of the trumpet, And beat of muffled drum. The knights of the Grand Master In crowded ambush lay; They rushed upon him where the reeds Were thick beside the way; They smote the valiant Aliatar, They smote the warrior dead, And broken, but not beaten, were The gallant ranks he led. Now mournfully and slowly The afflicted warriors come, To the deep wail of the trumpet, And beat of muffled drum. Oh! what was Zayda's sorrow, How passionate her cries! Her lover's wounds streamed not more free Than that poor maiden's eyes. Say, Love--for didst thou see her tears: Oh, no! he drew more tight The blinding fillet o'er his lids To spare his eyes the sight. While mournfully and slowly The afflicted warriors come, To the deep wail of the trumpet, And beat of muffled drum. Nor Zayda weeps him only, But all that dwell between The great Alhambra's palace walls And springs of Albaicin. The ladies weep the flower of knights, The brave the bravest here; The people weep a champion, The Alcaydes a noble peer. While mournfully and slowly The afflicted warriors come, To the deep wail of the trumpet, And beat of muffled drum.
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The Death Of Aliatar (From The Spanish)
'Tis not with gilded sabres That gleam in baldricks blue, Nor nodding plumes in caps of Fez, Of gay and gaudy hue-- But, habited in mourning weeds, Come marching from afar, By four and four, the valiant men Who fought with Aliatar. All mournfully and slowly The afflicted warriors come, To the deep wail of the trumpet, And beat of muffled drum. The banner of the Phenix, The flag that loved the sky, That scarce the wind dared wanton with, It flew so proud and high-- Now leaves its place in battle-field, And sweeps the ground in grief, The bearer drags its glorious folds Behind the fallen chief, As mournfully and slowly The afflicted warriors come, To the deep wail of the trumpet, And beat of muffled drum. Brave Aliatar led forward A hundred Moors to go To where his brother held Motril Against the leaguering foe. On horseback went the gallant Moor, That gallant band to lead; And now his bier is at the gate, From whence he pricked his steed. While mournfully and slowly The afflicted warriors come, To the deep wail of the trumpet, And beat of muffled drum. The knights of the Grand Master In crowded ambush lay; They rushed upon him where the reeds Were thick beside the way; They smote the valiant Aliatar, They smote the warrior dead, And broken, but not beaten, were The gallant ranks he led. Now mournfully and slowly The afflicted warriors come, To the deep wail of the trumpet, And beat of muffled drum. Oh! what was Zayda's sorrow, How passionate her cries! Her lover's wounds streamed not more free Than that poor maiden's eyes. Say, Love--for didst thou see her tears: Oh, no! he drew more tight The blinding fillet o'er his lids To spare his eyes the sight. While mournfully and slowly The afflicted warriors come, To the deep wail of the trumpet, And beat of muffled drum. Nor Zayda weeps him only, But all that dwell between The great Alhambra's palace walls And springs of Albaicin. The ladies weep the flower of knights, The brave the bravest here; The people weep a champion, The Alcaydes a noble peer. While mournfully and slowly The afflicted warriors come, To the deep wail of the trumpet, And beat of muffled drum.
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Yeah it's Jay, Mr. Self Saboteur, Fill the bottle up thats what I got the bottle for, Self fufillin' prophecies got me on the floor, Drinkin' is the reason but it got me wantin' more, Not a variety of sobriety when I'm shoppin' in the store, Got me thinking what's the reason I'm coppin' all this for? Jesus blood stains up on the sheets, No Zzz's when I sleep, All my cups filled up with alcoholic drinks, So I'm up in that Anonymous, Cup in hand, hungry hippopotamus, Sayin' to the man, "I think we need a little Ciroc in us" I've got a problem, why you think I'm stoppin' cuz? My names Jay and the liquor's messin' me up, Every night fellin' closer to Aaliyah, Saw my reflection now I'm lookin' at the reaper, Experiment with liquor so fill up my beaker! Hand on the Bud Light, Fuckin' with my love life, Sippin' on the suds like, Toast to the tough life! This phenix burns, Born in thorns with alcoholic horns, Lookin' at the bottom of the bottle, Askin' my self if my heart's this hollow, What do I do? Toss it or swallow, Well that is a problem for the Jay of tomorrow, Tryin' to deal with the ills of my convictions, Sippin' on the liquid of my sickenin' addiction, Yeah ma, loosen up my inhibitions, Binge drinkin' means no intermissions, So welcome my beloved inebriation, Cup to my mouth instead of conflict confrontation, Sippin' on the liquid that is toxic to the nation, Women gettin' twisted my ironic liberation, If I drink too much I'ma keep it up, Pinky finger up, Worried my liver's not weak enough, Speech slurred so I won't speak to much, But my mouth's wide open talkin' greek and stuff, Opps I made a mistake, Trade Jack Daniels for tonights date, Gotta live with the consequences that I hate, Choosin' liquid over women that I try to sedate. Seems like I'll never get them back, Well I'll just have to find love within the cup that's in my lap, So this is a toast to all the alcoholics, Put up an empty cup, just a little symbolic, Sacrifice love for a chick that's nymphonic, And realize it was fine before the Hypnotic, ****
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Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
Self Saboteur
Yeah it's Jay, Mr. Self Saboteur, Fill the bottle up thats what I got the bottle for, Self fufillin' prophecies got me on the floor, Drinkin' is the reason but it got me wantin' more, Not a variety of sobriety when I'm shoppin' in the store, Got me thinking what's the reason I'm coppin' all this for? Jesus blood stains up on the sheets, No Zzz's when I sleep, All my cups filled up with alcoholic drinks, So I'm up in that Anonymous, Cup in hand, hungry hippopotamus, Sayin' to the man, "I think we need a little Ciroc in us" I've got a problem, why you think I'm stoppin' cuz? My names Jay and the liquor's messin' me up, Every night fellin' closer to Aaliyah, Saw my reflection now I'm lookin' at the reaper, Experiment with liquor so fill up my beaker! Hand on the Bud Light, Fuckin' with my love life, Sippin' on the suds like, Toast to the tough life! This phenix burns, Born in thorns with alcoholic horns, Lookin' at the bottom of the bottle, Askin' my self if my heart's this hollow, What do I do? Toss it or swallow, Well that is a problem for the Jay of tomorrow, Tryin' to deal with the ills of my convictions, Sippin' on the liquid of my sickenin' addiction, Yeah ma, loosen up my inhibitions, Binge drinkin' means no intermissions, So welcome my beloved inebriation, Cup to my mouth instead of conflict confrontation, Sippin' on the liquid that is toxic to the nation, Women gettin' twisted my ironic liberation, If I drink too much I'ma keep it up, Pinky finger up, Worried my liver's not weak enough, Speech slurred so I won't speak to much, But my mouth's wide open talkin' greek and stuff, Opps I made a mistake, Trade Jack Daniels for tonights date, Gotta live with the consequences that I hate, Choosin' liquid over women that I try to sedate. Seems like I'll never get them back, Well I'll just have to find love within the cup that's in my lap, So this is a toast to all the alcoholics, Put up an empty cup, just a little symbolic, Sacrifice love for a chick that's nymphonic, And realize it was fine before the Hypnotic, ****
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I'm choking on my words and they swallow like bile, like acid burns all the way down into my abdomen. I have to say goodbye, push you away because I am no good, I am broken and bruised, an over ripe fruit who is only worth the compost she can become. I don't want to, the words haven't left my throat and I already miss what we had, I feel the gap in my chest like open wound, like empty airless space has entered the void of me. Not even its stars can warm what is left of me. I am sorry. I don't know how else to say this. I am so sorry that you ever felt the burden of loving a wreck like me. For a time I believed I could have been more than this, that maybe I had phenix bones and I could make worth in the ashes of this. All I got was burning. In the hardest way I learned that I am human and nothing more can come from this. In part I blame you. You made me - make me - feel as though there is more to this than the story I am reading. The problem here is that I have always been bad at context clues and the words are beginning to fade wth age anyway. Its immoral to blame you for my humanity but it hurts more if I acknowledge that you are better than anything I will ever deserve. If it hurts less I want you to hate me. Hate everything I allow myself to become when I take on the monster in my mind. Know that none of that means I will learn to not love you. I just can't be strong enough in that love to be present when it all falls apart around me. You should keep the happy memories, never learn the skeletons that haunt the empty walls of this closet heart.
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 11:28 PM UTC
Bile Words, Closet Heart
I'm choking on my words and they swallow like bile, like acid burns all the way down into my abdomen. I have to say goodbye, push you away because I am no good, I am broken and bruised, an over ripe fruit who is only worth the compost she can become. I don't want to, the words haven't left my throat and I already miss what we had, I feel the gap in my chest like open wound, like empty airless space has entered the void of me. Not even its stars can warm what is left of me. I am sorry. I don't know how else to say this. I am so sorry that you ever felt the burden of loving a wreck like me. For a time I believed I could have been more than this, that maybe I had phenix bones and I could make worth in the ashes of this. All I got was burning. In the hardest way I learned that I am human and nothing more can come from this. In part I blame you. You made me - make me - feel as though there is more to this than the story I am reading. The problem here is that I have always been bad at context clues and the words are beginning to fade wth age anyway. Its immoral to blame you for my humanity but it hurts more if I acknowledge that you are better than anything I will ever deserve. If it hurts less I want you to hate me. Hate everything I allow myself to become when I take on the monster in my mind. Know that none of that means I will learn to not love you. I just can't be strong enough in that love to be present when it all falls apart around me. You should keep the happy memories, never learn the skeletons that haunt the empty walls of this closet heart.
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He was a slow burning candle that took years to blow out His love came from time and shared experiences My love for him was built on friendship So even when the flame of our romance dwindled the wax that was our friendship remained. But You. You are a forest fire, Struck by lightning. It all started in a metter of moments You held me and I knew The flame was ignited Roaring through me burning away my griefs and disappointments Leaving behind the ashes to a new beginning Our beginning You came swiftly and without warning And like that raging forest fire You burn bright & beautiful to me Much like the phenix you bear, You are my rebirth
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Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
Fire
August started out like all the other months, there had been so many The highs and lows of many seasons saw my pockets spent of just a penny Saw my recollections stacked to amount to rubble, just prized as memories And pieces of puzzles, ill fitted together, produced gaps within my psyche Crossroads bring me to a full stop I'm haunted by the ghosts that linger Pointing this way and that way, back the way I came, demanding I stand right here But I've been down this road before It's littered with the pieces of me that died, and became just carrion But like a Phenix, burning deep inside I flicked off the ash and moved on Singing my Swan Song and     I       cry Your drugs don't let me sleep at night Your love just leaves me cold The road I took, just last lifetime Left me broken and bitter old Better luck I find, on an old but familiar road, I may have walked it all before But I left the story untold
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 5:49 AM UTC
I've been down this road before
We are drop dripping droplets in blue ocean Waters , fountains We are beautiful Like the sunset and the sunrise Like the you that my heart longs for Fitting like a jigsaw puzzle I will be the Eve to ur Adam Bond strongly like an atom I will send petals to your roses And we will flow like the fountain soar like a Phenix I will wait for our heart beats to harmonize Then I will sing to you my Melody I'll sing to you my song As our fingers intertwine​, soft skin Our breaths, mere whispers in the wind. Just you and I.
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
You and I
a certain glisten in her eyes, like a star fallen from skies. an orchid bloomed in place of heart, she stands alone, she stands apart. a phenix driven by the waves among the sea. so many parts you cannot see, a mystery. a vignette art, so rare, nobody else can be. consists of magic to fulfill, your fantasy.
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 8:54 AM UTC
the girl with the black rose tattoo
Far from home but close to childhood. I found a medium in child's play. Not to far, right down the block But far enough a couple states over Far from home but where am I from? Across the ocean through the sea in Germany Over the mountains and through Tennessee to Alabama Phenix city Over that bridge and down the road into EC where no one goes Down the street around the corner My child hood home I remember Not at all maybe a little a far from home.
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Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
Far from home