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May 2, 2025 at 22:18 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 6.03.25 #56998
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ParticipantApril 19, 2025 at 14:06 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 6.03.25 #56158ParticipantApril 11, 2025 at 22:52 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 6.03.25 #55717ParticipantApril 4, 2025 at 20:23 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 6.03.25 #55286ParticipantMarch 28, 2025 at 20:40 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 6.03.25 #54801ParticipantMarch 21, 2025 at 19:08 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 6.03.25 #54326ParticipantMy Name is Palestine
A voice cries out in the wilderness I hear her call – but I don’t know her name The voice cries again in the wilderness. My name is Palestine – I will remainShe’s holding a flag – so very high Raises her voice with such a strong cry She’s a symbol of a people who refuse to die Says “My name is Palestine I will survive”
CHORUS I will survive – I will survive. My name is Palestine – I will survive. I will remain – I will remain My name is Palestine – I will remain
The forces of darkness – can’t extinguish the flame Of the freedom in your eyes and the love you retain These are more powerful than the weapons of war With their terror and lies – but you bring something more
All across Palestine they’ve had enough Of killing and wounding from Israeli guns They want no more occupation, no more siege, No more brutality – they just want peace
CHORUS: I will survive – I will survive
Make a road in the desert for a new dawn to come Make a road in the desert for equality to bloom Make a road in the desert for human rights to come. Make a road in the desert…for freedom to come.
It’s a place they’ve tried to make disappear It’s a people they’ve tried to make you fear But the welcome they give you – always means Palestine gets under your skin
Chorus : I will survive – I will survive …
Make a road in the desert for a new dawn to come Make a road in the desert for equality to bloom Make a road in the desert for human rights to come Make a road in the desert…for freedom to come
She’s holding the flag – so very high Raises her voice with such a strong cry A symbol of a people who refuse to die Says “My name is Palestine I will survive” “My name is Palestine I will survive”
Participant‘Like all things pure and precious
Like Holy Bread and Wine
I love the radiant Rachel
Who died for Palestine’
– Dr. Lasha Darkmoon
ParticipantI never realized how fast the colonization of Africa happened until I saw this map…
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March 14, 2025 at 21:30 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 6.03.25 #53756ParticipantKatie Melua, never heard of her before. Beautiful piece. Thanks for posting Mr. Cost
March 7, 2025 at 22:31 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 6.03.25 #53311ParticipantAround the beggar from Luossa, sat all the people in a ring, and at the campfire they heard his song. About beggars and road-men and about wonderful things, and about his longing he sang All Night Long:
“There is something beyond the mountains, beyond the flowers and the song, there is something beyond the stars, beyond my feverish heart. ‘Hear’ something whispers and entices me and prays: Come to us, for this earth is not your kingdom.
I have listened to the quiet waves against the beach, about the rest of the wildest seas I have dreamed. And in the spirit have I hastened towards the formless land, where the dearest we knew will be forgotten.
To a wild and eternal longing we were born of mothers pale, from the birth pains of a troubled mind rose our first wailing sound. We were thrown on mountains and plains to tumble about and play, and we played moose and lion, butterfly, beggar and god.
I sat quietly by her side, she whose heart was like mine, with gentle hands she tenderly tended to our nest, I heard my heart cry out, what you own is not yours, and I was carried away by the spirit to get rest.
What I love, it is beyond and hidden in the dark distance, and my right path is high and wonderful. In the midst of the uproar I am enticed to pray before the Lord: ‘Take all the earth away, I want to own what no one, no one has!’
Follow me, Brother, Beyond the mountains, by the still cool rivers, where all the sea slowly falls asleep within the mountain bed. Somewhere beyond heaven is my home, I have my mother, in the midst of gold-covered mists in a rose mantle dressed.
May the black salty water cool the cheeks feverishly red, may we be miles from life before the morning has dawned Out of this world was I, and infinite tribulation I suffered for my worry, unbelief, and the sake of my burning love.
At a seashell-studded Seashore, stands a gate of heavy roses, there the decayed ship wrecks and the tired men get rest. Never before heard loud songs like the echoes of violins sing under the vault where eternally young children of bliss dwell.»
– Dan Andersson
ParticipantAmerica: The Fatted Calf for Slaughter;
February 28, 2025 at 21:43 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 29.11.24 #52899ParticipantPalestine shall be free
February 21, 2025 at 22:17 in reply to: The Cornucopia – Art, Music, Poems, Creative Stories, Myth, & Glory, 29.11.24 #52470ParticipantParticipantA miracle that all passengers and crew survived this crash. 19 of the 21 passengers injured have already been released from hospital.
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