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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA 
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Canyon Of Angels  *By Melissa Honeybee* On canyon's edge, just between Heaven and earth, at the doorway of time's endless horizon, she gazes at a world once within her hands, a world, now deaf to the melodies of angels in the moonlight, blind, to these miracle-winged messengers in flight ~*~*~ On marigold wings branched out with gown of ivory, waving in the insipid breeze, she watches the tainted earth perform it's picture show, accompanied by beastly companions - once angels fair, now wolves with hearts forced to stone, there, she sits, beside them, yet alone ~*~*~ As night devours the land below, the thunder of a bomb fills the sky, vibrating from star to star with a sound so final and yet it seemed to ring on in her ears and in her heart, forevermore, drenching her beauty with scars ~*~*~ Witnessing war's play, tears overflow from silver eyes tarnishing her majestic gold wings, demons feast upon the day, armored tanks rumble through the streets, as human voices echo, daring to defeat the clatter, but, not succeeding ~*~*~ There, she sits on the edge and sighs for the lifelessness in the shadow of children's eyes, for the bodies on sidewalks that men used to walk upon, where children used to play... as their imagination followed the endless beat of hopscotch, jumping from hope to dream... dream to hope ~*~*~ Staring at the blood-stained ground, the ruins, the broken spirits and the mangled minds, her insides turn inside out, her wings ache - unable to cradle and protect... helpless, to heal a world engulfed in evil's flames ~*~*~ Silent with the wind, she weeps crystals down, unable to understand how a masterpiece painted by God's very hand could now so easily turn to gray ~*~*~ Even in the loneliness, dawn's breath offers peace somehow, penetrating her chilled heart, the final curtain closes, devastation takes a bow ~*~*~ Still, this guardian of souls refuses to lose hope for a world she so dearly loves, yet, the sands through the hourglass of time scream that it's too late to save her angel confidants, no longer great bearers of blessings enslaved as wolves, their faith fades with the night as they prowl the canyon ground, to Heaven's light, they must say goodbye howling their woe to an empty sky The beauty of poetry gives my soul wings to fly free within dreams [This message has been edited by Melissa Honeybee (edited 01-28-2001).] |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Very painful and powerful, Melissa (I think I've said that to you before!  ), and your description is vividly amazing! Well done once again! Just see how virtue repays you, you turn and someone betrays you Betray him first, and the game's reversed... -from The Scarlet Pimpernel |
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Tony Abbot Member
since 2000-11-18
Posts 209North Wales,UK |
Yes,very powerful work.Thanks,I loved it. |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Thank you Elizabeth and Tony, I'm glad that you understood my message! Take care, Melissa~ The beauty of poetry gives my soul wings to fly free within dreams |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
excellent guardian. . . well done. . . -------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Oh my, Melybee.... you brought forth such SOUNDS as have not been heard in quite some while.... I heard the "thunk" of an arrow to a chest... the shot of cannon to a breast... the roar of flame as in a fighter and the draw of breast grew tighter... this indeed will draw us as one to live, to live, underneath the sun.... An excellent write, my young friend... |
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KokoStewartKoomoa Senior Member
since 2000-12-04
Posts 580Waikiki, Hawaii |
wonderfully penned though sadly truthful. I am glad it is not for all eternity ,but only for a short time.... each one of us making a difference one soul at a time. Take care Passion,imagination and intellect running together... Poetry in motion~~~ Aloha with warmest regards, Koko |
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Alwye
Moderator
Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Wow....incredibly powerful Melissa. Truly sorrowful, but beautiful work. Your talent continues to amaze me. *Krista Knutson* I'm a slow dying flower In a frost-killing hour The sweet turning sour and untouchable... -Natalie Merchant |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Melissa~ Wonderful ! My favorite part~ 'where children used to play... as their imagination followed the endless beat of hopscotch, jumping from hope to dream... dream to hope' Stand down sweet guardian ... There are fleet-of-foot angels on the watch ~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
Sven, Karilea, Koko, Krista, Marge: Thank you so much for travelling on this journey with the angel... Your encouraging replies mean the world to me  Dont' inflate my ego too much now LOL!Actually it's good to hear compliments because I often doubt my ability to write poetry. Sven, Koko, Krista~ Wow! Thank you! Sunshine~ What a creative reply! Marge~ You always seem to find the most hopeful lines in my poetry Take care, Melissa The beauty of poetry gives my soul wings to fly free within dreams |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
"Still, this guardian of souls refuses to lose hope for a world she so dearly loves, yet, the sands through the hourglass of time scream that it's too late to save her angel confidants, no longer great bearers of blessings enslaved as wolves, their faith fades with the night as they prowl the canyon ground, to Heaven's light, they must say goodbye howling their woe to an empty sky"  (big hugggsssssss) This is so very heartachingly wonderful, sweet friend, there is indeed still hope, and I pray that together the angels will entwine halos and perforate this manipulation with the light of good-will and unconditional love for all mankind! (kiss on cheek) This is outstanding, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Melissa, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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