here I stand upwind
with a dead bird in my hands
in barren Eden
and look at the sore plucked backs
of my deserting brothers
I yell after them
“omens are a pile of crap!
who can blame people
if hosts of heaven act like
credulous aborigines?”
wind snatches my words
and mixes them up with sand
nobody believes
that cold grey ash in my hands
is an arising phoenix
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
unbolt me 
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Hah!! You get what you yell for!!
Fuck that shit, no more wishing for me, ONLY YELLING FROM NOW ON!!! 😀
And now in all seriousness (since I feel weird yelling around in your place, since my voice has been absent for quite some time): It’s a fucking awesome poem written by a fucking awesome person! Oh well, I couldn’t stop myself. 😉
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You speak nothing but truth, my friend. Your voice has been missed around here, so yell all you want! Make the place ring with echoes! 😀
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Well, there’s not much more hospitality one could wish for!
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Feel free to join in, Mr. Gregory sir! 😉
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😀
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We thank you, sir. This is very cool of you! 🙂
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You’re Welcome:)
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I nominated you for an award https://wwwpalfitness.wordpress.com/2016/01/18/very-inspiring-blogger-award/
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Aw, thank you! This is very very cool! 😀
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You’re quite welcome:)
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The thing is, the phoenix will rise whether the people leave or stay. I love this poem.
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That’s a good point, my friend. 🙂
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Great work, and I hate to be pedantic, but in the last line, why “an arising phoenix”, not “a rising phoenix”?
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Hm. That’s a good point. I’d not considered that before… 😛
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I guess we all have our own rhythms. Keep up the good work.
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Adore the way there’s comfort in your last words..
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“that cold grey ash in my hands
is an arising phoenix”
^ You’re so right, Sadia. Thank you! 🙂
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No biggy. Keep up the good work(:
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Holy! wow!!! wow!!!
Tony, this is genius a long with your art.
My favorite lines:
I yell after them
“omens are a pile of crap!
who can blame people
if hosts of heaven act like
credulous aborigines?”
You are evolving into something so special and wise.
Excellent writing! 🙂
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Thank you, Charlie! Yup, Tati did an amazing job of this poem. It conveys so much with so few words, and has plenty of heart too. 😀
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Indeed it does.
The passion of writing attaches itself to art and connects everything to the universe. 🙂
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Thanks for the like. 🙂
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And thank you too, alysseio! We truly appreciate your support! 🙂
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Beautifully penned. Good job. I especially loved the ending…
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It’s simply beautiful, isn’t it? 🙂
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Yup it is 🙂
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Very beautiful! Sad that no one knew how the arising Phoenix looks 😦
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Yes, most people seem to have the tendency to move on before the main event. It’s a shame!
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