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[pyreneeees.livejournal.com]

I Don’t Fear Death by Sandra Beasley

But what I’m really picturing
is Omaha: field after field

of sorghum crisp to my touch
and one house on a high hill,

sheets on the line. You tell me
everything ceases, that even

our fingernails give up, but
what I really believe is that

we keep growing: infinite corn,
husk yielding to green husk.

I look back on the miles
connecting me to Earth, think

I’d have never worn those shoes.
I slip them off like anything

borrowed. The clouds are thin
and yellow, smelling of

fireworks and salt. In Omaha,
the town votes me Queen of

Everything. You are the slow
dance, the last ring of smoke:

to be held tight, and then only
this colder air between us.

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[anjuss.livejournal.com]

The Phoenix and the Turtle

          Phoenix of beautie, beauteous, Bird of any

To thee I do entitle all my labour,

More precious in mine eye by far then many

That feedst all earthly sences with thy savour:

Accept my home-writ praises of thy loue,

And kind acceptance of thy Turtle-doue.

By William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

P.S:  I am so sorry for posting that text earlier, I thought any texts were allowed(self-made). Heh, guess I didn't read this communities profile that well... Again, I am sorry. (and embarrassed...)