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Yvonne Evanoff Poem
Speak not of glorious visions past.
The dark remorse of woe
into the nightly splendour fades,
Where now, I too must go.
Weep not the tears of duty here,
Nor utter words withheld
That may have given liberty,
And had the power to meld.
Fear is but a childish word
That fills the heart with dread,
No more will rage direct my path,
Nor turn this weary head.
The north wind blasts against my cheek
Where tears did fall, short time ago,
The salty streams have turned to ice,
Repentant floods no more will flow.
I see the dawn break splendidly,
It melts the air around,
And bends the flower’s head toward east,
In trance-like motion bound.
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The warrior lays her weary head,
With heavy heart she cannot bear,
Burning tears stream down her face,
As whispered memories touch the ear.
Her armour tarnished by remorse,
Her battle-cry a wimpered row,
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude,
Will never know forgiveness now.
The song began two score ago,
When two came knocking at her door,
In need of refuge from the world,
Of that, and love, and little more.
Forced to fight for every smile,
Her only solace found in song,
She longed for love to rescue her,
And plant her where she could belong.
Jealous tongues are seldom kind,
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love,
The caged canary only sings,
When coaxed to praise from up above.
For the steely spine that now I own,
Forever shall I grateful be,
A gift from her, and from her own.
Courage mounted inwardly.
I'll not forget how I have loved thee,
And youthful memories I will prize,
Til on the shore of His forgiveness,
Whereto now, we both shall rise.
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Hope seeks to breathe beyond the walls,
Laboured and empty the effort falls,
Her heart, recanting passion's song-
Beats wildly as though to right a wrong.
Could it be she lives to weep
Over love that never dared to keep
The promise it whispered to her plight
Through that dark and frigid winter night?
Engulphed by fear the statue tries,
To kill it's pride, and end the lies.
To cultivate a heart of flesh again,
And stand humbly beside mortal men.
The clouds mock the sun, and it's life-giving light,
They hold back their torrents, though not from sight.
Below the flora withers in parched repine,
Waiting for a single teardrop to resign.
YLE
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Behind the facade, angry gnashing of white,
Eyes filled with hatred as they flash past the plea,
Locking steel shovels powered by thew and by might,
Throw love's trust like freed pearls into the night sea.
The fiend, altered in form, while its rage to her known,
Now desperately trying, his guilt to conceal,
Whispers of innocence to lambs he now moans,
As she buckles beneath the contempt they all feel.
As the gavel meets ice, the truth finally sown,
Stained glass cuts deeper than glass with no zeal,
No longer hidden, the wounds he must own,
But God will call forth the harvest to heal.
She prays her bruised heart will never grow cold,
Looking forth to a time of deep sorrow with dread,
If this hardship she faces brings glory untold,
Dare she ask it be given another instead?
YLE Feb 2011
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Believing the heart to be true to it's calling,
While wrapping it safely in caution's warm quilt,
Flying too close to the flame that entrances,
Hope's wings have been singed both by trust and by guilt.
Forging through pain that had sought to destroy her,
Enveloped in memories she wanders through time,
Revelling in feelings too distant to waken,
Provoking the heart to speak freely in rhyme.
Love can not lend her the courage to fight on,
Memories can't save her, nor send aid to bear,
They stand by her helplessly watching and waiting,
For silence to meet with her cowardice there.
She stands at the door, and yearns to step through it,
To the side of the threshold that pain can not touch,
Her heart beating ardently, longing for refuge,
But refuge at this point is asking too much.
Tomorrow may bring the resolve she so yearns for,
To stand up and walk as though none were aware,
Of the shame, and remorse she's allowed to enslave her,
To break free for all time from this prison of care.
YLE
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Air breathed in, thick with sorrow,
The night too dense with pain,
This sunrise barely compensates,
For battles fought in vain.
Care has taken up its place,
Behind her weary brow,
Drowning out the happy sound,
Of friendly laughter now.
The pain that racks her weary form,
Mere words could ill express,
The toll it takes upon her heart,
Her lips must now confess.
Perhaps the bruises left by hate,
Should not have been revealed,
To those who turn their heads away;
From the elect concealed.
She dares not hope this pain will pass,
The scars, and nightmares fade,
Will time succeed in killing off,
What greed and anger made?
And when it's all been said and done
The final word it's tongue shall leave,
Will that word be filled with hate,
Or will it love conceive?
YLE
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Having played hard all day, the dusk now sets in,
A time to re-join with her kith and her kin.
But today she will not be afforded that lot,
For the souls she now dwells with, her family are not.
Skipping through town she finds her delight,
In the form of a window, and a lamp glowing bright.
For a moment the emptiness dons a disguise,
As the warmth it emits, brings light to her eyes.
A light that dispells all the pain and the fear,
And speaks to her heart the words "Love must live here".
Igniting her spirit, evicting the dark,
She's drawn to the glow as a moth to a spark,
A friend most familiar, a lighthouse in part,
Soft beacon of safety, offering peace to her heart.
Is she pined for by those she so yearns for today?
Are their hearts still connected though an ocean away?
The swift years have flown by, two score have now seared,
The dream of the little one since first it appeared.
That an ember of light take it's place in her life,
And drive out the rejection, the fear, and the strife.
She finds herself hopelessly, aimlessly bound,
To a life with no future, a voice with no sound.
Dark closes in on the warm light of day,
The light that once held their rejection at bay.
Having mourned her whole life, for the life she once knew,
Mending pieces of brokeness, to just get her through,
Believing acceptance she one day could own,
Hope now extinguished she yearns to go home.
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Disillusioned by the words of hate,
Disatisfied with present fate,
Hope crouches in the corner there,
Muttering rebellion at despair.
Before the heart is torn to shreds,
Between the words alive and dead,
It must be bruised and brought to shame,
And eagerly accept the blame.
Life it seems is forcing me,
To choose between breath and liberty,
My transient soul would have me trade,
True love for oaths that I have made.
It beacons me to enter in,
And forms a soul for mine akin,
And bleeds and sheds it's tears as bait,
Treasonous wretch, it lies in wait.
The door has closed, distrust returns,
The heart that kills, is that which spurns-
the tender beats of a trusting heart,
And builds of words a wall to part.
I make an adder's nest my home,
And dream that I am not alone.
I pray that time would not stand still,
But into future pain would spill.
Grant me leave from this life's scars,
The treachery that wounds and mars,
God if indeed Your love is true,
Call me swiftly home to You.
YLE
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Lightning strikes without a
warning,
Unable to cause the heart to
pound,
A word, a touch, have sped the
pulse,
While violence rages all
around.
The bird has learned a song it
heard,
While passing through the
storm,
Familiar strains, unsung by
her,
Well up within the tiny form.
Can time protect the youthful
brow,
As it takes on the years of
care,
Can anger quell it's passionate
song,
And leave it dying there?
The moments of colour amid
the grey,
Flash wildly as memories
around her fly,
Will regret forever the cadence
be,
Love marches to as years go
by?
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Love she now can ill afford
And strength, her pride won't borrow,
She finds no crime in letting go,
Of dreams knit with her sorrow.
Her fire is but a ghostly glow,
Void of the will to try,
It calls out from her breaking heart,
As life goes racing by.
The heart though bruised is beating still,
And Hope bids pain farewell,
Discernment gained in battles lost,
Now reason for each swell,
To where does youth retreat with love,
When time has met with pain?
Does loneliness replace the fear,
And anger the disdain?
Met with morning each day finds end,
On promises anew,
With mourning shall each teardrop fall,
And bid them both adieu.
YLE
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