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	<title>Lair of the Tigress</title>
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	<description>Katanya Shannara's poetry and such</description>
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		<title>Song of Longing</title>
		<link>http://katanya.net/?p=234</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 21:07:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Quietly the girl stood, flute in hand, eyes cast down toward the floor.  Her heart was heavy, as it always was in His absence, her life somehow less meaningless when He wasn&#8217;t near.  She lifted the instrument to her lips, drew in a deep breath of sea air, and began to play.  It was a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Quietly the girl stood, flute in hand, eyes cast down toward the floor.  Her heart was heavy, as it always was in His absence, her life somehow less meaningless when He wasn&#8217;t near.  She lifted the instrument to her lips, drew in a deep breath of sea air, and began to play.  It was a song of longing, a song from the heart, a song to bring Him back to her.  The notes drifted on the breeze, across the ocean waves, across the sea to find Him, to gently caress His face and whisper in His ear, &#8220;I love You.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Okay&#8230;</title>
		<link>http://katanya.net/?p=228</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 15:25:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Katanya</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Site News]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve moved over all of the old poems, and added a few others I never added, one written just this past week. I will look into moving my photo gallery some time soon, but I am also working on another site for our village in SL. I should be moving the SL pictures over here [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve moved over all of the old poems, and added a few others I never added, one written just this past week.</p>
<p>I will look into moving my photo gallery some time soon, but I am also working on another site for our village in SL.</p>
<p>I should be moving the SL pictures over here as well.</p>
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		<title>If I Could</title>
		<link>http://katanya.net/?p=226</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 15:23:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Katanya</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[If I could only be with You while I slept, Then let me sllep eternal. Let the earth retake me, If I could be by Your side forever. If I could only be with You while I wake, Then let my eyes never flutter. Let rest never find me, If I could feel Your breath [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>If I could only be with You while I slept,<br />
Then let me sllep eternal.<br />
Let the earth retake me,<br />
If I could be by Your side forever.</p>
<p>If I could only be with You while I wake,<br />
Then let my eyes never flutter.<br />
Let rest never find me,<br />
If I could feel Your breath upon my face.</p>
<p>If I could only be with You while I stood,<br />
Then let me stand forever.<br />
Let the world pass me by,<br />
If I could only see Your gentle smile.</p>
<p>If I could only be with You while I age,<br />
Then let the years fly by.<br />
Let youth forget me,<br />
If I could only grasp Your hand.</p>
<p>If I could only be with You while I weep,<br />
Then let the tears fall like rain.<br />
Let my crying never cease,<br />
If I could only hear You speak.</p>
<p>If I could only be with You while I die,<br />
Then let me die slowly everyday.<br />
Let my life escape me,<br />
If I could only be with You for one day.</p>
<p>If I could only be with You,<br />
Then let the world stand still.<br />
Let there only be the two of us,<br />
If I could only be with You.</p>
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		<title>Greatest Joy</title>
		<link>http://katanya.net/?p=217</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 15:13:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Katanya</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[What greater joy is there than to be owned by the Man you love? To be completely His without question; To know only His touch; To live and breathe knowing even your mere presence brings Him joy. He knows you without asking; He holds you without chains; The slightest glance fans your inner flame. Without [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What greater joy is there than to be owned by the Man you love?<br />
To be completely His without question;<br />
To know only His touch;<br />
To live and breathe knowing even your mere presence brings Him joy.<br />
He knows you without asking;<br />
He holds you without chains;<br />
The slightest glance fans your inner flame.<br />
Without one there is no two;<br />
Without two there is no one;<br />
And together there is only love.</p>
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		<title>His girl</title>
		<link>http://katanya.net/?p=214</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 15:12:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Katanya</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s there she belongs, Wrapped in warmth. It&#8217;s there she needs, Hidden in shadow. It&#8217;s there she yearns, Captured in steel. In His arms, At His feet, In His collar; Here is her heart.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s there she belongs,<br />
Wrapped in warmth.<br />
It&#8217;s there she needs,<br />
Hidden in shadow.<br />
It&#8217;s there she yearns,<br />
Captured in steel.</p>
<p>In His arms,<br />
At His feet,<br />
In His collar;<br />
Here is her heart.</p>
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		<title>My Knight In Shining Armor</title>
		<link>http://katanya.net/?p=222</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 15:12:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Katanya</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[He rides a steed of kindness And carries a lance of caring He&#8217;s protected by a shield of truth And his armor gleams with sweetness His deeds are guided by love His words are from his heart He rescues her with a gentle hug And guards her with a soft kiss His arms are her [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>He rides a steed of kindness<br />
And carries a lance of caring<br />
He&#8217;s protected by a shield of truth<br />
And his armor gleams with sweetness</p>
<p>His deeds are guided by love<br />
His words are from his heart<br />
He rescues her with a gentle hug<br />
And guards her with a soft kiss</p>
<p>His arms are her comfort<br />
His lips her salvation<br />
His gentle touch brings her life<br />
And his strength gives her hope</p>
<p>He&#8217;ll save her from her past<br />
And she&#8217;ll show him his future<br />
Together they will ride forward<br />
And leave their sadness behind</p>
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		<title>Lost and lonely</title>
		<link>http://katanya.net/?p=211</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Mar 2009 14:52:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Katanya</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[From an old untitled song/poem I wrote It hit me like a freight All this added weight Now go and live your life I&#8217;ll stay here with this knife The room starts going black There&#8217;s no turning back Stuck here with this pain From this I can&#8217;t refrain This will take some time The clock [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em>From an old untitled song/poem I wrote</em><br />
It hit me like a freight<br />
All this added weight<br />
Now go and live your life<br />
I&#8217;ll stay here with this knife</p>
<p>The room starts going black<br />
There&#8217;s no turning back<br />
Stuck here with this pain<br />
From this I can&#8217;t refrain</p>
<p>This will take some time<br />
The clock begins to chime<br />
Blood starts running down<br />
No longer wear a frown</p>
<p>I feel no remorse<br />
Just want to end this curse<br />
Life crashing down<br />
My body hits the ground</p>
<p>My eyes no longer see<br />
What&#8217;s in front of me<br />
Put that knife away<br />
Now it&#8217;s time to play</p>
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		<title>For Mom</title>
		<link>http://katanya.net/?p=144</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 07:52:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Katanya</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[She arrived late one evening, oh so flustered and small All eyes turned to her, &#8220;It&#8217;s a girl,&#8221; was the call In the background sat a woman, smiling to allWhen not too old her father died &#8220;Oh the poor little girl,&#8221; they all cried Silent and still the gentle woman sat by her side The [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>She arrived late one evening, oh so flustered and small<br />
All eyes turned to her, &#8220;It&#8217;s a girl,&#8221; was the call<br />
In the background sat a woman, smiling to allWhen not too old her father died<br />
&#8220;Oh the poor little girl,&#8221; they all cried<br />
Silent and still the gentle woman sat by her side</p>
<p>The crowd cheered as they marched down the street<br />
The girl led them all as she stomped her feet<br />
Standing among them all was a small woman oh so sweet</p>
<p>Older still the girl stood at the head of her class<br />
Graduating with honors giving a speech was the lass<br />
While proud out in the seats was a woman among the mass</p>
<p>The sun shone brightly as the soldiers were presented<br />
A battalion of men and women stood, their task just completed represented<br />
With tear filled eyes a woman stood, looking out at the choice she&#8217;s never resented</p>
<p>And now today here we stand<br />
As that little girl defends this land<br />
But all the praise goes to this great woman; if you please, let&#8217;s give her a hand<br />
<em>I wrote this for my mother on the occasion of my promotion to Sergeant in the United States Army</em></p>
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		<title>Midnight Stalker</title>
		<link>http://katanya.net/?p=142</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 07:51:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Katanya</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Eyes flash crimson Hair blows in the wind like an ensign A dark, stormy night Fog rolling in to enhance the fright Clip-clop of heels on the street A figure moves that&#8217;s white as a sheet There is silence around A muffled scream as a purse falls to the ground Ripping flesh The taste of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Eyes flash crimson<br />
Hair blows in the wind like an ensign<br />
A dark, stormy night<br />
Fog rolling in to enhance the fright<br />
Clip-clop of heels on the street<br />
A figure moves that&#8217;s white as a sheet<br />
There is silence around<br />
A muffled scream as a purse falls to the ground<br />
Ripping flesh<br />
The taste of death is still fresh<br />
A body limp on the pavement<br />
Another night renewed to this enslavement<br />
Back to the shadows<br />
As light brings his return to the gallows</p>
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		<title>Tammy D. Coon</title>
		<link>http://katanya.net/?p=140</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Mar 2009 07:51:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Katanya</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[You have been there to guide us, And even at times hide us. Always ready to take a stand, Never too proud to lend a hand. Never too big to be a friend, We know you&#8217;ll be with us to the end. Always the one to get the ball rolling, Our steadfast shield when it [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You have been there to guide us,<br />
And even at times hide us.<br />
Always ready to take a stand,<br />
Never too proud to lend a hand.<br />
Never too big to be a friend,<br />
We know you&#8217;ll be with us to the end.<br />
Always the one to get the ball rolling,<br />
Our steadfast shield when it starts pouring.<br />
Ready to tell us right from wrong,<br />
Here to push us when the road seems too long.<br />
Proud to serve, proud to fight,<br />
Gives nothing less than all her might.<br />
Our mentor, our confidant, our sister-in-arms;<br />
That&#8217;s our First Sergeant, the one with all the charms!</p>
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