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In the Aftermath of Love and Tragedy: Heloise and Abelard

"Then there is no more left but this, that in our doom the sorrow yet to come shall be no less than the love we two have already known" (Words of Heloise to Abelard after her pregnancy) Like moon on nights of skies un-starred she lived without her Abelard. A parched still plain was Heloise - like moon on nights of skies un-starred. In death she would not lose regard for him who’d been her rain and breeze. Like moon on nights of skies un-starred, she lived without her Abelard. When Abelard put love away, with Church he mightily aligned. The world was not like ours today when Abelard put love away. Not even Heloise could say were she to often cross his mind. When Abelard put love away, with Church he mightily aligned. By Andrea Dietrich For the Famous Couples/DuosPoetry Contest of Heather Ober (based on one of the most interesting love stories I have ever read: Abelard & Heloise)

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The Tragedy of Humanity

Most all fail to see what truly sets all us free be Ye Almighty.

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The Tragedy Unspoken

The tragedy unspoken but believed
The yellow tapestry said
Beneath its own layers
A hollow space below my tender graces
Shouts the pain felt from that day
She never said a word

Russell Sivey

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                     A TRAGEDY OF PRIDE ( hubris)

In the Arctic nights the jazz born North Lights sound
with a music of their own. Fair winds ferry fragile birds--
take to the skies in search of sympathetic warmth profound

while white breathless silence magnifies each sound as it is heard
and few venture forth, like bears they dash to find a haven
where they can hide until reluctantly the sun has stirred--

But, there is one jay bird who is not one of nature’s craven
creatures-- Waiting for a spring call from his mate, he hops into the hungry snow
to dance a dangerous dance in icy morning with the ravens.

There is a God flung magic that dashes high above the haughty human know
among the ancient secret kingdoms of the mystery sky--
And there it is that Wisdom’s Word is spread by wing and wayward winds that blow

their way in worldwide splendor and intricate magnificence that defies
the mind of man.  It is a truth that dalliance in vanity is inborn---
Man or bird, into the nature of some spirits-- it low lies

and becomes incited when grand fame or imagined glory has been shorn
by another .  And , so-- in Persia when the Prince of Peacocks heard
murmurs of the razzing ravens and the sassy sparrows high sky airborne

a proclamation that the World knew now there lived a peerless bird--
plucky-proud, surpassing the peacock -- Jay magnificent with a spirit daunting, a weight
of valiant blue in shades escaped of double rainbows, color-blurred

who bedazzled all nature’s eyes and winds of ear, that judiciously beheld each trait.
The peacock, no longer Highest Prince of Birds, screamed a terrible and cosmic sound
of jealousy.   Ignoring all the glory that still made him great--
the vain and foolish peacock fell-- stunned and breathless to the ground.

Victoria Anderson-Throop  2012 ©
Written in Juja, Kenya
Bird is Stellar Jay, common in Valdez, Alaska

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A Tragedy at Midnight

And the clock strikes twelve
Her blood turns to ice
The crows are screaming
The child is sleeping
The fire licks her feet
As she silently prays
And the angels cry
And the corpses dance
And the lost souls
Are found at lasts
When the child wakes
To a ruin of ash
And sees the body
Of her mother
And the body
Of her father
And the body 
Of her sister
Picked clean by ghouls
As she drifts to join them
And then she stares
At her own dead body
Just laying there.

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The tragedy of Loki and Freyja

It happened in the world called Asgard
Never heard by human ears
The history of one heart, scarred
And moved by love and fear

It's the story of a liar
Loki was his name
His heart of ice catched fire
The goddess Freyja was to blame

But he failed to tell her
And she moved on alone;
Now listen to what occured
In front of mighty Odins throne:

At that time the gods assembled
To feast upon their victory -
Many goddesses hearts trembled
The cause was Lokis flattery

But beautiful Freyja, angered by this
Stood up and stopped the flatterer
Lokis pride got hurt and he hissed
And with terrible words, he hurt her:

"Why do I need to shut my mouth
When your legs are wide open?
Of all the people here I doubt
You'd find one whom you haven't loved then!"

And before anything could be spoken
He left; a lonely god again
The bonds between them were broken
A lie, told to hide the loving man

But even gods sometimes surrender
To a mighty enemy, love or regret
He still was drawn to the other gender
To the woman he couldn't forget

He arrived at her chamber
Thoughts of apologie on his mind
Just to learn that Odin sent her
To a location undefined

And Lokis world again was grey
As he cried into the wind
"Why did you need to take her away
Just because once I sinned?"

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She Hates Me...A Tragedy...

Ignore me...Why?
  "You’re a LOSER thats why!"
You Hate me, What did I do?
  "Why else, you are you!"
What is that supposed to mean
  "Figure it out, you’ll never win,"
I said I was sorry, What more do you want?
  "You ARE sorry, Pathetic, a Dork and a runt."
Is there anything I could do to change your mind?
  "I want you leave, what are you blind?"

Fine then I’ll go, but I want you to know,
I’m sorry for the things that I’ve said and I’ve done,
I’m sorry for the feelings, the love I didn’t show...

And the boy turned away, down the track where they run,
And ended his life...with the shot of a gun.

And when the girl heard, she uttered not a word,

For to miss him, to care,  or feel sorrow, well, that would be absurd...

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A Tragedy and A Triumph

Love is blind in the most peculiar way
Since some cannot see the obvious in front of them
 And they often stay.
Or the anguish of a torn soul; existing in a shell 
Beat down to the core, though most couldn’t tell.
The invisible shards of a heart, where love use to grow
Where fantasy took plight and then reality started to show.
There were always more layers, than what was in sight
An evolution of a spirit, that is now free to take flight.
Soaring through the skies of life and knowing who they are
No more stories of lies or deceit; instead the healing of a scar. 
Misfortunes disappear, like a slate wiped clean
 New beginnings and happiness which are now sewn back at the seams.
A tragedy gone and a triumph has prevailed,
A start to recovery and with it a new story to tell.

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Oh, the Tragedy! (for Dr. Ram's Contest)

John Steinbeck won the Nobel and Pulitzer prize
     For his stories about struggles of the common man
His novel “The Grapes of Wrath” will bring tears to your eyes
     As a family in the Great Depression seeks new land

Although Shakespeare’s comedies are still enjoyed today
     Romeo and Juliet’s tale of star-crossed lovers
Grabs the reader’s heart and renders so much dismay
     A powerful cathartic relief is discovered

Comedies give laughs that last only for a moment
     While tragedies often leave a deeper impression
The characters and their stories seem far more potent
     They stay with us longer and lead to introspection

Although we delight in O’Henry’s witty stories
The impact of tragedies remains with us always

*For Dr. Ram’s “Tragedy Is More Enjoyable than Comedy” contest

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The Tragedy of Sara Merriweather

She left a bloody track 
of footprints
up and down 
the hospital hallways
the doctors 
looked the other way
as if she was 
a phantom
a character
playing a harmless role
in their drastic dreams
she screamed
don’t you care?
can’t you see? 
blood is seeping from my feet
can’t you see? 
I’m dying
don’t you care?”
she sat
in the hall
crimson prints
in all direction
she shrieked
at the ignorant doctors
as blood formed a lagoon 
around her broken dogs
she wept
and pled
and died
in the warmth 
of her seepage
and in the middle 
of that hallway
she laid
and rotted
her bloody track
altered from deep crimson
to light brown-red
but remained
without any consideration
from the doctors