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16 September 2019
13 July 2019
Fear Her… Fear Liberty
“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
Fear her… Fear Liberty
Once upon a time of hope…
Liberty shone her light,
welcoming unto the world
Proclaiming covenant…
The America she shown upon
Now dims… now hides her light,
unkind… harsh… unwelcoming…
Denying covenant…
No quarter for those tempest-tost
No hope they may breath free
No more the Mother of Exiles
Covenant is broken…
Your huddled masses turned away…
Her lamp, not lifted… shuttered.
The Golden Door is dross.
Fear her… Fear Liberty.
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| “Fear Liberty” – Multimedia artwork, 12 July 2019, by D. Denise Dianaty |
Once upon a time of hope…
Liberty shone her light,
welcoming unto the world
Proclaiming covenant…
The America she shown upon
Now dims… now hides her light,
unkind… harsh… unwelcoming…
Denying covenant…
No quarter for those tempest-tost
No hope they may breath free
No more the Mother of Exiles
Covenant is broken…
Your huddled masses turned away…
Her lamp, not lifted… shuttered.
The Golden Door is dross.
Fear her… Fear Liberty.
©12 July 2019, by D. Denise Dianaty
This words of this poem, like so much of my poetry, were inspired by the creation of the artwork. The poem flowed from the process.
This words of this poem, like so much of my poetry, were inspired by the creation of the artwork. The poem flowed from the process.
07 April 2015
Painted Pictures Hung Upon the Wall
A Poem inspired by a trip to the North Carolina Museum of Art
| Pictures from the NCMA (http://ncartmuseum.org) website |
Painted pictures hung upon the wall…
Frozen moments stilled upon the canvas…
Rendered so to hold us enthralled.
From a long ago fading past,
Cracking pigments of depth and richness…
In each ephemeral face a story unfolds
From eyes that follow you where ‘ere you pass…
Eyes look back… looking into the soul…
From painted pictures hung upon the wall.
Like doorways rendered to another place and time…
Do their stories play out when we’re not looking
At painted pictures hung upon the wall?
by D. Denise Dianaty
© 13 September 2014
by D. Denise Dianaty
© 13 September 2014
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