THE PRICE OF A STAR

  And she sang of hope and harmony in a borrowed frock on Tuesday nights in a smoky bar below the Bowery where the Irish downed their whiskey while the Italians were always frisky and they touched her, always, after; her faithful followers fingering flesh as if to caress the affection she injected into lyrics […]

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GOLDEN HARMONIES

  Sight sees, on Sundays, beds of bowing sunflowers, bowing in beauty, not weeping from weary, caught under careful clouds; to comfort, not to crush, sweet simplicity in growing gardens, growing gold, going on, going green. Sight sees, on Sundays, harmony reigning majestically.     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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THE CARETAKER

  High on a hilltop you rise above your age and you offer your wisdom of the ancients (hush, I say, to hear the humble) to ears new to these old whispers that are now as woven to the earth as the tress rooted below it, as you are driven now to plod along this […]

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DIFFERENCES 

  Nature is not alike; red reigns over green, browns bend to blend and lilac leans, perfect petals poised over tiny tufts, trembling, buds unfold from stretching stars. Nature is not alike. Humanity could be harmonious if we delighted in our differences with dignity. Nature is not alike. Why should we be? All words and […]

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GOLDEN HARMONIES

  Sight sees, on Sundays, beds of bowing sunflowers, bowing in beauty, not weeping from weary, caught under careful clouds; to comfort, not to crush, sweet simplicity in growing gardens, growing gold, going on, going green. Sight sees, on Sundays, harmony reigning majestically. All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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THE ANGEL OF INITIATION

Barefoot she walks Her feet thread glass, Accepting of her suffering No mercy does she ask. Humble but glorious, Silent but not afraid, Her path is toward heaven Where petals are laid. ‘Walk with me Those who refuse to suffer, I bring a quest to fulfil And humility do I offer. Cast off your jewels […]

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THE ANGEL SYLPH

Soft as the dew On the grass in the morning, Tender as the petal Of the rose newly opening. Searching for answers Like Eve in Eden She spreads her newfound wings And searches for her children. ‘Oh come with me My precious seeds, My awakening wings Shall quench your needs. From angelic states I can […]

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