Dark Glories

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Dark Glories

by

Billy McBride

"Dark Glories" is a gathering of 81 poems created by Billy McBride and his credited Muses.

Copyright by William McBride

October 2014

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In that hour, friendship

When growing praises

To honor it longer did.

Fall character,

Terrible dreamer;

Find fit yourself between us,

But before was wild.

Father takes


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From their gifts, the men themselves,

Them for his rhyming song.

Our spite for right,

When laws died

Like on facing hills

Fair persons too.

- Shay with Billy McBride

2.

From grass, to sun,

Ground on and off with farewell,

O certain worth

Sail thither with thoughts

Precious but strange.

Tint return

From behind, for good,

For the paper that life

Made of anything.

Find language

Once more fool;

Sing a man,

Pray for the whole

Bitter empire.

- Arielle with Billy McBride


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3.

Had bleakest yellow

Fought the shade,

Would have utterly drowned

Even truth from a people.

Dusky grass now

Picture our time;

Merely speak,

Thus open it all.

Bark sailed,

Dipped, itself passed,

Came the end

Of liquid land,

The place, we trancing

Went out and that struck.

- Diana with Billy McBride

4.

For a boy, cake

Fared after his fish,

Whence that hourly progress, sleep,

Would first freeze any leader,


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Was eternally that complex.

Painted shells

Were many outside under

And thus in

A melt of water

Black as bat.

Dreamer and countryside above,

Returned the child

To what now stood and with him

At his fantasy meek.

- Thrikbot with Billy McBride

5.

Flowering light would have filled

Hearts one by one,

And woods that

Tree together with

The now March weather

Its return, had green been touched.

Upon earth with rain, the strain

Through the vaulting air swished,

Gather birds for birds

Cried what lost the boy.

A grey web, all the weather,


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Passed a pink flower bare,

Lowest of the windy wide,

Shipped the solar about the sky.

- Bertha with Billy McBride

6.

A simple seashore poured,

Was in a happy realm, its own,

Too, the paradisal sun,

The sand, it and the sea struck:

Much meant them to a man,

Regarded his words as they were, found,

Next milked that time in the end

To periods with talk again.

The good the golden had

And red so centered over

That country, to some;

To a heaven he had come,

Was ready to be rid

From the dangerous that part.

- Marion with Billy McBride

7.


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Like ladies, the sea had been fair

This winter, not as thick

Nor as obscured as visions

Of the fenced light grey

Flood over this world.

So turquoised the afternoon,

And day kept on,

It thus was wind that upon wind

Musically echoed,

Was gentleness even from

Some rougher wind,

While the blueness evermore stood,

While wisdom its own wandered

The water plain all,

All for its own very right song.

- Ora Ora Tiferetot and Billy McBride

8.

Kindness was in the air,

Those freezing calm winds

Came the peace to the shore,

While an eternity of red fruit,

Besides perfection, into the port.

Upstairs had darkened each with our star,


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Each our night-lit home above,

Where felt thither we the awe

From kindness within from beauty.

Much this to ado

Was sky farther and farther

Than the grief of any my question,

And hugged my breast,

Grinning, that aged sky.

- Donna with Billy McBride

9.

This eye did seek

What all that the company took,

And the Earth soft enough to visit, where too?

Green the wild land both

With streets all gone up with my heaven.

Soil of roads

Became as transparent the breeze;

Ships turning their whitest

Gone to the end alone with mine.

Song, my right song,

Bare mine, my paradise;

White plane farther to go,

Now since my muse from somewhere


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Did beyond the yonder land emerge.

- Libby with Billy McBride

10.

Up droopy babe arise

And search that simple

Frame of a sparkling noon

For not so foul a fool

But strength for you.

Be putty for what that safety should be.

Richer be the world

With a hundred on going

Years in your own hands

Like the ships chained

That have shown themselves

Against your space.

Had only that trail if recorded been lived

But by gentlemen already

To dispatch it all,

Of that sickness was in their own souls.

- Elaine with Billy McBride

11.


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Teach me to wander

Yet go not so far from myself

When I to the old must ever come.

My fortune from many a line before,

Pleasures of love and more,

Slip them all, be all remembered

What heaven herself doth love.

With morn, the sunrays lit,

There was beauty fair and was idle,

And seemed rung together with life;

Rivaled the dream, the hope,

Strong that, enough for song:

It, string my time

The world blue

Liveth and be new.


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Ways have been worked

Unto the deep, with the good sand near,

Had again built it up from nature

Another promontory for such solitude.

Sat I atop a mountain,

Seemed to widen old time.


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In exhibition endless

That the heart rode

With pain for my buddy,

Alas, I remembered not what motion was.

Join then the cold

If pays to know

What could I bare with my soul

Must break so frail.


13.

It was for some beautiful domain the sunshine

Seemed to perpetuate accident for me

With so much depth rendering down

For those pink roses for my best.

The air did fly through the leaves

Which with my favorite had cast anew

As she too gleamed in pure day.

To me came more rugged pleasure,

More of the music than sense

Which put us jolly in time,

But went off ever faintly.

Before we illuminated the sphere with thought,

This was the power which nature dealt;


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It went out there first, then we.

- Kabbalah with Billy McBride

14.

It had office to these days

In whiter waves yonder all the shade

Where plant seemed all too familiar

And bee sped to his honeycomb

Or bee to flower to feed.

Twas then commotion in the leaf

That bird from thither rushed

Who loiters in all nature,

Next stopped upon the mountain grass

That reached sand and shore here

Where none could cripple an understanding,

Nor flood with sincerity,

But only mortal golden morn

To come eagerly again and early.

- Amy with Billy McBride

15.

He would project his tune

Then creep toward sleep;


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Before, in the kingdom he worked in gold,

Now father returned from the stars,

He was neither old nor grey,

His patient time over.

O, how the night-fall

Charmed my imagination,

Its hurrisome dirge,

Then the pacing thrive of night

Softly outside,

Till came the boosted sun

Which climbed some

From a brighter genius he ahead

Riding through the weather and its heavens.

- Grouchy with Billy McBride

16.

Amid silvery leaf coverlets,

Under leafy field some alleyway unseen,

Even where blossomed the blue-bell,

Yet, much to another silvery kingdom

Were we brought lightly

Through silvery tide.

And as loud wind

All the day and evening


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Had heaped us over the world,

With it did we soar

Over shallow desert,

Towards more pleasant woods,

Nearer them for our pear tree,

For fresh herbs

Were found amongst the hill.

- Honey with Billy McBride

17.

At sea was found a shore again.

The rising air

And dawn were held out

Boldly over its top.

Swung grass along street,

Holly at the beach

Began again with sprouts.

Came a loveliness without sadness everywhere.

Not a bleak year for anything lovely;

But another strange beautiful year

Seemed evermore to ride on without end.

And another dash more for thee!

To no end alone

As it all did blink in the face of thou!


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18.

The biggest cities would a kingdom claim,

Had flooded, and family and friend became fish.

This fish or that

Went wiggling way down in the waters.

Saw them the slug who sat on something

Above its rim.

Twas nothing more dear

As never to talk again, that very thrill

Of sound no more nor war

Was felt of the fish,

Swam under that latest of nature,

The red, the orange of fall;

Everywhere alone went dear,

So were they themselves,

No other fish they could hurt.


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Mine all a poor soul,

But frail, broken or sick not at all,


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Freshest of friends then some

Buddies to talk to,

And laughed them all

Round standing again;

Too nature with them did strive

To crowd the plain

With the rightness

Of her very own song.


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Seemed in music I sensed

The sounds of boundless thunder.

Should I not wander too with anonymity

Featured among the outdoors,

There to connect with and live?

Another strong day held late

As the shore was licked next the river.

Went by one old puffy leaf after another

In the soupy flood.

Travelers, adieu,

Impatient for home!

Whereto the sand I rolled myself out,

Saw friends and they were themselves best,


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We crows for ourselves on the river.

- Billy McBride

22.

Though the dark came to light

I complained was too low

That candle of trouble my heart.

So I searched the stars

Them clear as white

Seemed kind to be there.

Our road our day

How too crept I that voyage

Till gleamed purer the day

And I no forth more to wander it.

Light filling land again

Stretched more light

Over fair sea

High pale over with grey.


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Winds of white eternity

But pierced the uncertain,


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Whose pains when they learned to be idle

Came not for good as their lives desired,

And shook from them their gifts of delight.

Came again those suns of paradise

All the day linked to the day

A sense that life was vanity,

And that nick of time but all I had.

Beyond the pleasant woods

Went a beauty just as kind;

My reason for rest

Stopped in sleep

In frost North shine.

- Ora Ora Tiferetot and Billy McBride

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None less had sung than existence

Herself as wide as weather clear,

For health did return.

As promised the morning liveth,

Highest palest grey

Laid her loved light down

Nursed in the soul a crown.

The truth be sung,

Filled land by light


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Through mist did flash,

At dawn with light did freshen.

No vision obscured

But clear as white

Through icy vacant wind it came.

- Valerie with Billy McBride

25.

Two went over some countryside

And talked again as children there;

The snow returned to the pines,

And the wonderful rest, it came

To those souls as eternal our time.

Gave sleep its awe,

Wandered both with tales of home.

O, how the racy day gleamed,

Storm nor nightmare, neither were here.

They dreamed they were rivals of old

And stuck, pretending a path,

Did creep toward something:

To know was as good as gold

Since both for their kingdom did work.



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26.

The good dawn passed,

Completed as old past was,

Thus dark more dark became.

The moon sat above,

Finally came night,

A voyage its other gap.

Beautiful fallen evening

With happiness tonight,

The monumental moment.

Our favorite world filled

With green yards,

Gulfed a bold kingdom

Of hurrying children

All outdoors singing.

- Ora Ora Tiferetot with Billy McBride

27.

Vast as the stuff of day

Above some countryside,

No more so a grand voice

But weary weighted,

The good weather rested


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Many pleasures in furnished ways

Triumphed in high waves.


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New grass in the garden

Did dance with flowers forward and back.

The years of a sad sky went on,

Their shadows were lost

To a world all myth.

Moon shined in peace,

The sun over water.

Time crept always on.

From sleep the island was roused;

Candlelight or sunshine

Were seen at their heights

Where stars in a line

Blessed earthly delights,

Scaling downward tomorrow.


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The clear pitch


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Of pleasures felt

Shielded the soul

In richest worlds.

The road was long

And slid the noise,

Day came official.

To pillow and chair

Fell morning rain;

Tide had filled,

The world above did dry.

A little space was meant

Those poor lost lovers

Who neighbored alone the beach.

- Donna with Billy McBride

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No endearing myths

To our fathers returned,

But hellish complexity

Played a tune;

They wrestled from snow

Their unwilling souls.

From the season more water

Painted the weather.


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The old roar

Of the ocean stirred,

Though wonderful the great blue

Did dance by itself eternally,

A fine snowfall still

Was feared a little by those men.


32.

Today the road was war.

Farther off skies

Paced into night.

Till sleepy questions

Were built up as high

As the gold morning

Where light stayed fresh,

Filling the land with more light

Into skies without end.

Came war the weather,

Backward tropical fun,

Reunited it all,

Flooded the world,

The traffic and light.



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33.

The greatest flame made it again

Atop another day

Over roads and mountains,

Its fire to be never put out.

Like it the soul, pure as sand,

Or as words of children,

All eternity, herself will know.

Fountains of life

Shined over shadow,

Declined to construct

More stones outside.

Soul dried her tears,

Climbed moon at dusk,

And floated little stars.


34.

Truth tripped

When called the world,

For with the blind to fool

Perpetual appreciation


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Never completed.

Bubbled life

In a water bowl

Chilled by heaven.

The reminder alive

To watch the fire

In family, friends

And not lose power

Neither from nature, nor from mind,

Nor from your fairest labor.


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I slept the hours away

To be tomorrow as strong.

With wonder that flooded

Then up over the wide hilltops

Sunbeams speared.

Given more time to be tossed,

That eternal stretch,

My self-power

Searched life far.

Dull thoughts

Came not while dashed the sun.


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Beside the earth

And colder than it,

The sea danced.

New yellow roses

Hung all around

In strong late day

As all young earth.

Cold winds did come

Over grass or street

Or dirt with ice.

The flood that was night

Blackened the time

When a few mountains

And the delightful sea

Were shadowed by a heaven.


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So dimmed the night;

Star was created again,

Time again was watched.

Eternal life it too:

Period of childhood again,

Thousand more friends,


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Pleasure and glory;

While in the kingdom

Much changed.

Great happy memories

Ahead were framed for all.

No friendship was ruined.

Blossom filled tree.

Future contentment

For each and all,

It came the unfallen now.


39.

In black shade,

Because of the games,

Princess did sigh,

Streaming tears moved slow,

Sought out to find a palace;

Called out long for time.

The ground broke,

Proud tide found it.

Haste the glory, the labor,

Still were free

Those crowns of heaven.


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41.

Furious falling waters

Battled the foe,

Its strength dared,

And fell to the ground.

Then day stood

Warm as flame,

Its giant bulk,

Demanded we too fight it

With hands with eyes.

First prayers from fear

Filled the air

Like sky thunder,

Then praised we our day

We claimed and shared.


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Great sorrows

Ruled over the places

Where war rose.

Friends dared

To conquer heaven


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On the glorious coast.

Earth overwhelmed

The blood of heroes.

The wind thickened,

Then storm hissed,

And the bravest flew away.

There was no hope for honor

When the dames went exiled

Into the great light.


43.

An eternal wait

Passed and expired.

A fearless day

Was pursued by thunder,

Whose deep soul

Oppressed by some fate,

Came thick and close.

Bright purple

Appeared high

With hundreds of heroes

Mighty but distressed.

Those glories of our people


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Drove by fiercely

Rushing to be free.


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Now still safe

From attacks of rage,

I checked the way

To the strong city

As the weight of the year

Struck her white.

But feeble rays

In the dying air

During thick night went out,

Their labor vain.

The stretched plain

Less and less

Was treasured as its golden

Scene did close.


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The traveler did brake


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At the entrance of the wall.

Night followed

With the voices of the suffering.

The war was rash,

Many fell and perished.

The town was saved

And peace was shared.

Wind followed

The flight of the dove.

Over the high plains

Spread with trees

Cleared by the winter cold,

The day was washed.


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A green summer

Leaned under the sky.

Pain was in the heart,

And the will had filled.

A friend hoped

In vain to pursue

The glory that would

Have lifted him.


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Fate sunk lower,

Strong nerves

Tried for glory

And in a suspended moment

Collected power,

Yet he did shake in dread

When their might expired.


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The sparkling sun

In keen radiance

Beamed silver.

Its power pierced,

Laid low the glory.

Its power raged,

Flashing flames,

The fate of the day.

Till darker spirits

With superior beauty

Scattered against the light,

And surrounded the hero,

Whose own great soul

Ceased flaming.


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Clouds rose

Lost in the air

Above a sandy ground.

Far off and away

The skies blazed.

A strong force

Began at length

To engage my grief.

At the cursed tomb,

A sad grave,

A peaceful spirit

Loomed pensively.

Death now

Bestowed some tenderness.

- Shnoonah with Billy McBride

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A strange field

Was guarded now

By a shady day.


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The wretched day

Devoured its prey

In its sad line.

The horrible gloom

Itself expired in silence.

On hairy grass

Feasted day.

Over broken rocks

It softly slept

While dear life

Cried feebly.


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Lost in night

Over hills and rocks,

And slow to return

To their great spots

Were the smoky clouds.

Like water they rolled

Beside to where the flowers stood,

Their fresh flow

Long and wide

Spread to all sides.


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Thick clouds

Flying lost

Floated on the wind.

Flying in the air

Over the stretched plain;

They burned with pain

Because shadows hovering below

Too, came to the field.

More Lords of the day

Came nicer now

Above the worn out roads.

These smoky heroes

Kept close by

Then flew far away.


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The high monarch

Paid a fortune

For more youth and fame.

Friends flattered him

With gifts and smiles.

His friends glowed,


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And in glory he was rewarded

By the wise youth

Whose hearts he had lifted.

Green spring

Swelled again with grain,

And the commander was pleased,

Victorious in the game

That made him a god of the skies.


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A great prize

Came from a great knowledge.

The king was proclaimed

Whoever had the best knowledge.

A banquet stretched,

Friends came with presents.

The day shifted

When morning waved by

After sweeping across the field

With strong pride.

Divine friends,

Pleased by the feast

Flew to the sky


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But were forbidden into heaven.


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Sitting in the shade,

Hands on the ground,

The virgin was charmed.

Land grew

All green,

A beautiful bed.

Swift flew

The dove through the skies.

Roses fair

Grasped the earth

Swelling with joy.

Then earth rushed

Gloomy clouds

And the day became dark.


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Quivering day

Defied heaven,


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Its golden flood

Raged and glowed.

The shine moved

From field to wood,

An impelling force

Of day power.

Thus the heroes did descend

To conquer the world,

Driving to the shore

In gleaming light

Their bright steeds

Whose eyes were furious.


57.

Lost for days,

The city men

Were snatched up to heaven.

The strong men

In a crowd stood

High in the air.

In those enormous days,

A king fought

With a great spear


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The princes of the sky.

The returning light

Rushed upon the scene

And his celestial foes

Finally scattered from his spear.


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Beautiful waves

Swayed impatiently.

A friendly man

Had plenty of gold

To give his son

To go on a journey.

He wandered over the graves,

Kissed the ground

For a hundred days

Until his father went to the shore

Where that unhappy son was.

The designs of the night

Broadly displayed

Now monstrous waves.

- Shay with Billy McBride


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The roll of the land

Broke through the ground,

Freeing itself towards the heavens.

The ground fell away

And floated wide

Over the spinning earth.

A mighty stream

Flooded the deep

And all went dark.

Then the shores rose

From the heaps of the coasts,

And a sound burst out,

When the flood spread,

Which was a loud rush.


60.

The land was wild

Which was destroyed by man.

The winds followed

The streams where flowers had been,

Rapidly speeding


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By the powerful mountains.

Washed in slime

Miserable friends

Had no shame.

It rained some

As they crossed the sea

Over its blue flood

To appear before their sons

Upon the roaring shore.


61.

The sea was full.

Its waters challenged

The chiefest ships.

The waves were dark,

In them rested warriors.

But the center of it was fair,

The challengers approached it.

Spirits went by

Who also came for glory;

The town was invincible,

And yielded to the ships

Which might have been safe,


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But were now doomed

In truce with the dead.


62.

Provided with life,

Man was strong,

And shared his prizes.

All treasured peace,

Life and land.

People before filled

Their homes with wealth,

And life was a glory

Until they failed to sacrifice

Instruction to their youth.

Angry words

Had a fierce force

Upon the smallest youths

Who prayed for power.


63.

Safely home,


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The mother turned

Into her heavy child

After drinking from a cup

Of banquet wine.

Other city children

Stood bewildered

When they saw the joy

Stirred in the youth

Who was now a young man.

Then a dark hurricane

Mightily passed,

A giant wild

Dashing wind.


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The ground was ancient.

A strong rain

Came to sea and earth,

Pressing into the dust.

It reached through

The fields of the town

Dropping down the earth,

Through the earth,


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To the dead heroes

Resting in their tombs.

People were raised,

And spoke to God again,

But the wrathful clouds

Came once again

And mingled with their words.


65.

Hostile faces

Met and fought.

Men on horses

Fought with pride

But the victory

Went to the monarch,

Who in strength moved

Over land and field

While the forgotten ones fled.

On the massive rocks,

He struck his sword,

And it broke through.

By his side stood

His determined queen


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Who with him reigned

Again over all the ages.


66.

At the end of the city

Was a sorrowful land

Where a father and his comrades

Moved patiently.

The sun sparkled,

And the valiant companions

Beheld the gold,

That flew to the earth.

Some white clouds

Advanced and left,

And some others sat high up

Crowning heaven,

While back at the town

A council became hostile.


67.

In a dark garden


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The stones were big,

And were crowded by the walls.

Dry of water

All stood broken

Because a son had forgotten much,

And its earth all but destroyed.

A solid light

Then was cast down from the heavens,

While the son was resting,

And reached the dust.

It stretched swiftly around,

And gave pity to all

From the sorrowful shade.


68.

Buried in the ground

Of a grassy pasture

We're riches and gifts

Of the best of kings

Who loved his wife,

The rival of his soul.

His daughters however were feeble

And prayed in the gloom


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Of a haunted tree

With words of love

For their voices to be remembered by him.

Then they were given a message

By a herald to go before

The king and speak to him again.


69.

Another year fell

And work was endured

By the best of survivors.

There was a deep stream

Where they washed their hands

Before taking their way

To the broad ditch

Where they labored over stones

With hands and feet.

Under the wonderful heavens

They struggled fiercely

With waiting there

Beside the walls

Of the great city for others.



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The sounds of spirits

Were heard on the ships

That sunk down.

Men shouted too

During the day for their souls,

Words of bewilderment,

Loud and long,

And a woman answered them

Before she disappeared

Into a high cloud.

She said her daughter

Would free them from the river

And save their ships

If only they would

Care more for the earth.

- Ora with Billy McBride

71.

The war was long

Between two woeful friends;

It wasted their youth.


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Strangers heard

How their hatred for each other

Rather than love

Inflamed their sense.

One keen day

On a city street

The two boldly stood

In the dark rain

And confronted each other for a battle,

But their fathers were stern

And dashed through the wind

To reproach their sons.

- Teresa with Billy McBride

72.

Over a weighty rock

A man prayed

In the dark vestibule

For a stronger heart.

Storms rose

Over the acres of land,

And glowed with anger

Because of his long silence

About the war and oppression.


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74.

In a famous country

Peaceful and free,

A leader died,

And it became dark and gloomy.

Beautiful days

Never again approached.

Bright fires

Assembled and spread,

While prudent men

And their friends went swiftly away,

Leaving the place

Burning and cursed,

In order to seek another land.

- Ora with Billy McBride

75.

A spacious home

Had a lofty design;

On it reflected the traveling

Scenes of the day.

Lights went over the pastures around


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From golden heights

Till wide night

Struck and crowded them out.

Eyes and limbs

Hoped to confront

The spirit of darkness itself,

In pursuit of a wealth

In great sport

To fully seize all

They could from it.


76.

The world was replete

Before it turned mysterious.

And the records were left

With the most powerful hope

For eternal peace.

Angel and man

Compared delights.

Things did dwell in excellence.

Life itself was refined,

And love was still possible

With the Angels of God.


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Days rolled onward;

In great bliss

Did each man pass every limit.

- Penelope with Billy McBride

77.

A wonderful monument

Here on the dirt

Had stayed until it decayed.

The shade over the rocks

Spread during the night.

Life was pleasurable;

The wind played

Amid the scattered darkness

And beautiful trees.

Youth danced

Through the busy city

Since their freedom was won.

But the sad night

Still hung solemn.

- Teresa with Billy McBride

78.


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The gusty shower

Began to bring

More winds and clouds.

Monumental shadows

Climbed over the land.

Night helped

To make all seem deeper.

Chilly winds

Followed the steps

Of the dead season

Driving the time

Deep into loss.

Nature herself roared

This gusty doom.


79.

Wonderful sunlight

Bathed the spirit

With old questions.

Nothing had been made

On the good land

While sitting in the mud.

The toil of others


59/60

Now did nothing much.

The open sky

Was a great emblem,

A wonderful everlasting

Bright worth.

It turned bronze

During the clean eclipse.


80.

The ground stretched out

Its solid floor,

Its low course

Was the back itself of the earth.

Dark down

It was full with smoke,

Nothing else was there

But a warning about rage,

Of which many still come to consider

Hardly wise at all.

"Rage was created

In the deep doom,"

It thus counseled,

"And must never clash with happy men."


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81.

The warmth returned

To the broken country.

There were homes on the field

Under the dreamy sun.

Men wandered the pasture

Abandoned by time,

Forbidden into heaven

Until they were joined again as friends,

And only then could they return to holiness.

Such were the powerful boundaries

Between houses and households.

The day declined;

And those working outside

Came home.


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