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Vanya Evangeline Poem
the sun weeps raindrops
'tis an omen from the sky
is it good or ill?
Heaven's gift is mystery
my parasol drinks all in
Copyright © Vanya Evangeline | Year Posted 2024
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"Love is the strongest force in the universe."
Can this statement be proven true?
If I were to begin a search
And write down a hypothesis
What parameters should I observe?
Can love be seen under a microscope?
Can its depths be plumbed by a rope?
Can its mass be balanced on a scale,
Or its weight detected by a spring?
If only I can find these numbers,
Will I finally understand…?
Why so many courtship end in disaster
Why friendship can fall apart
If love is so powerful
Then why does it seem so frail?
So much of the cosmos is cold and empty space
Like the void within our souls
That love can’t seem to fill
Still, my heart remains restless
Unwilling to make the conclusion
That love is but vain platitudes
That the universe is all there is…
So much of the cosmos is but cold and empty space
But gossamer threads hold the planets in their place
The radiant orbs move in harmony
To weave cosmic melodies
And though the song of the celestial spheres
Are oft too far to hear
A kindred anthem streams
Oft too close to see
So I listen to the quantum hymn
To study this elementary romance
The force so strong it could subdue
The natural repulsions within the heart of matter
And the bonds forged by the orbital motions
Which construct our terrestrial frames
I know now that even in my utmost lonesome
Atomic serenades reverberate deep within
Forever reaching out for a kin
Vast, cosmic energies is unleashed
When elements finally unite
And when I contemplate these forces sublime
They almost seem divine
"Love is the strongest force in the universe."
I think I am beginning to see
How that statement could be true
Love is the seam that binds all kinds of matter
And that love is three in one
Copyright © Vanya Evangeline | Year Posted 2025
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golden moments kept in frames ~ turn seconds into lifetimes
Copyright © Vanya Evangeline | Year Posted 2025
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I hear a voice in the dark of night
I hear it speak my name
‘Tis but a whisper, soft yet clear
By which it did my soul ignite
Though I know not whence it came
‘Prithee, child, come with me
See the blessed life of eternity’
I yearn for that glorious promise
Yet fear the deep dark yonder
Still I am drawn, the voice calls on
Though joy may seem as though amiss
Thence shall find the greatest wonder
‘Prithee, child, come with me
See the blessed life of eternity’
What then shall be, this journey to forbear
That which brought forth both dread and awe
Echoes resound, and this I found
That there awaits, past hope and despair
The radiant triumph, enduring, forevermore
‘Prithee, child, come with me
See the blessed life of eternity’
Copyright © Vanya Evangeline | Year Posted 2025
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bamboo pipes heaving raindrops
breaking silence against stone
deer runs off
Copyright © Vanya Evangeline | Year Posted 2025
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“The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.”
~William Shakespeare, As You Like It, Act V, Scene I
I weep by a stardust shore where the seraphs sing
Tangerine tears rain despair 'neath a velveteen veil
My melancholic muse, muslin-wrapped in ice-cold caskets
Slain by ruinous romance swirled in absinthe abstractions
Despondent sloughs bespoke the depths of my soul
Saffron scars scream sonnets through metaphorical mists
Oh, how morose melodies paint scabs over pastiche strophe
Pregnant pause, so precious, submerged in lurid lament
But then it whispered, a voice unvarnished by purple plumes
A verse, it bloomed, untainted by thesaurus bleeds
Sculpting off silken scaffolds pasted upon profligate poetry
Leaving a profounder palate for plainer prosody
Fools thought wisdom speak in sequin-laced soliloquy
But wise men abrades from calligraphic charade
Copyright © Vanya Evangeline | Year Posted 2025
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When I was younger, I have often wondered
Why is the eighth month not called October?
Was geometry wrong
When it named the octagon,
Or was this a mistake wrought by the calendar?
'Augustus' seemed such an ugly name too
It sounded like someone who has the flu
Plus, I've always had this pet
From a childish pang of regret
That my birthstone's colour wasn't blue
Oh, would it be that I was born a month late
To be a ‘child of autumn’ seemed so great
Instead, it's been quite a bummer
To have birthdays in hot summer
Though I suppose Mom and Dad just couldn't wait!
But, in recent years, I've changed my tune
About being born on the eighth moon
For there is so much fame
Behind this august name
My date of birth is now to me a welcome boon
For while the man whose name this month honours
Might not possess July's fame and splendour
He satisfied the Romans' wish
To implement an age of peace
And so the legacy of his reign is forever revered
The strength he lacked he made up in understanding:
Roman men saw repugnant the title of "king"
So he knew to bide his time
And rose the ranks in slow inclines
To not repeat his predecessor's death by stabbing!
He knew too well that he could not climb alone
Delegation was key for his path towards the throne
Dealing right to win the race
A mastermind masked with modest grace
Always walking with one foot set upon the gravestone
I do not believe that stars dictate our destiny
But there is much to learn from their history
By giving August a retrospect
I have grown profound respect
For this bleak yet beautiful, immutable part of me
Copyright © Vanya Evangeline | Year Posted 2024
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As the aster blossoms fade to gray
A thousand-strong fleet trespass upon a bay
Their leader sought to be the Lord of hosts
To wage this war he spared no cost
Then winter knell takes autumn's breath away
As the aster blossoms fade to gray
The grain has gone, the fight must cease
But sacred honour stands in the way of peace
Factions fracture with murmurs of mutiny
Under solemn oaths, they sacrifice Fidelity
As aster blossoms fade to gray
And leaves stain scarlet with the blood they pay
Ambitions die, no more can proud men boast
But innocence! They suffered most--
Forgotten, in unknown graves they lay
As the aster blossoms fade to gray
Copyright © Vanya Evangeline | Year Posted 2025
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I tore the page from its binder and ripped it to pieces, not wanting to be associated with the scribbles I had left on the sheet. To call that abomination
'art' would be an insult to the craft, and it was better for everyone that the letdown never see the light of day.
Having done a favour the creative field, I picked up my pen to restart the project I planned to create. But my hands froze. The vision that had initially prompted me to start my craft had evaporated, leaving behind a foggy abyss as clean and white as the fresh sheet.
Seconds ticked into minutes, which then dragged into hours. Before I knew it, the sun had gone out, and pale silhouettes of the cactus branches and aloe leaves that lined my window sill fell on the still-blank page. Blithely, I thought that the succulent shadows would make a better piece than anything I could ever come up with. Annoyed at being outdone by indoor plants, I shoved the book back into my drawer and skulked out of the house.
The cold wind immediately greeted me as I stepped outside, but I trudged on without bothering with a jacket. I made my way to the empty park and spread my back across the freshly-cut grass. The heavy cloud that had smothered my psyche seemed to scatter into the void as I tossed my gaze to the heavens.
starlight specks the skies
constellations weave a grand
tapestry of night
The firmament spread across my vision like a black canvas, and the twinkling asterisms roused ancient memories. I saw Cassiopeia walking down the beach with her favourite daughter; eyes gleaming with pride, she declared how Andromeda's beauty surpasses even Aphrodite. Little did she know that the majestic swan gliding across the nearby shore was the goddess of beauty in disguise. Enraged by the queen's hubris, Aphrodite sent forth her servant to bid her vengeance; a fish-tailed goat leapt from the waves, absconding with the beautiful princess. The goat left the princess upon a rock, where, at high tide, the great sea serpent Cetus would emerge and devour her. But Perseus, riding on the back of Pegasus, flew down the coast of Aethiopia to slay Cetus. He rescued Andromeda, and was rewarded by her mother the princess's hand in marriage.
As the couple began to leave the divine amphitheater, I stifled a yawn and pinched my earlobe to keep myself awake. Orion would be coming next – he's about to face off Cretan bull – it would be a waste to fall asleep now.
I should have brought my book and pen so that I could at least penned down some fragments of the cinematic visions from the sky before slumber takes over. Because I know that the moment I close my lids and let the to sun rise, the muse's songs would once again disappear, like dew at dawn.
in the dark, they speak
the midnight tunes resurrect
dreams slain by the light
Copyright © Vanya Evangeline | Year Posted 2025
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Tides
Billow
The boats quake
Her sailors scream
Davy Jones' Locker
Opened its grisly maws
Who can hope for salvation?
When the devils of the whale-road
Cast down wretched tendrils of demise,
Damning poor souls to their watery grave
'Lord!'
They cry,
'Have mercy!'
'Deliver us'
'From this thunderstorm!'
As mighty sails tumble
And the cargo lose their worth
'Til the howling finally ceased
The harpy's screech now a siren's hymn
Drawing the vessels down the whale-road's stream
Copyright © Vanya Evangeline | Year Posted 2025
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