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Their Sleighing Hymnals by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse Tuesday, November 30, 2010 Rated "PG" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan through balustrade pilasters
Their Sleighing Hymnals The corridors were darkened with the demure of shadowy thoughts. They rose as if they were life forces breathing into the vacancy of air. But they were merely mast deceptions of soul starved messages; Hailing to their souls the songs of pendulous grief… Covering the lifeless balms of concrete chills with requiem’s promise: A mahogany morgue of bathing terminals is full of irrepressible beliefs… Aligning emotionally in dirking rows for the mortally deceased, while they needed to plunge into bated waters near remerging regret; Fused with crippling questions in the dark of their private disease the crowd grew wearily as haggard truths approached the pillared exit… A steeple to their fear stopped them in their tracks…(with mourners tears) as they looked upon the anguish of death faces with mental imprisonments. The fortressing gallows gave recumbent light cloaking camouflaged discretions into the liberation of freedom walking past the bodies of sorrow’s threnody… Gazing upon the porcelain lain basins as the water turns distilling warmth into coldness, and the bodies of unjustifiable life voices scream echoic sorrows…down the lament halls; I stood alone beneath the witchery of shelter’s unknown necromancy as their sleighing hymnals rang ominous death knells into my soul… © Authoress\|Poetess Victoria L. McColley 2010
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Reviewed by Felix Perry	12/1/2010

Deeply retrospective words that linger in the mind as we contemplate their essence. fee




Reviewed by Joyce Bell	11/30/2010

SAD...WHEN ONE DOESN'T REALIZE THAT THEY ARE NEVER ALONE AT ALL...FOR WHEN WE PASS THROUGH THE WATERS 'HE' GOES WITH US...AND...WHEN ONE HAS NOT COME INTO THE KNOWLEDGE THAT 'ALL' THINGS WORK TOGETHER FOR GOOD OUR EXPERIENCES BECOME A ROCK, INSTEAD OF A STEPPING STONE...THE CARES OF LIVING WILL SWALLOW US, IF WE DON'T 'CLOSE OUR EYES' AND SEE 'HIM'. A WELL CRAFTED 'CAPE'...FILLED WITH EMOTION AND THE HARSH REALITY OF LIFE WITHOUT...LIGHT. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS




Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)	11/30/2010

Umm, I'm speechless? You really killed it this time, damn!! This is tremendous, so masterfully composed, so emotive, so visual, so art of poetry in every line, every stanza!




Reviewed by TONY NERONE	11/30/2010

My Dear you are a gifted Angel. This piece was inspiring to me, and lovely. Namaste with Love Tony