Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    Vanquish La Bête Noire
    Vanquish La Bête Noire
    Vanquish La Bête Noire
    Ebook79 pages40 minutes

    Vanquish La Bête Noire

    By Raja Hadiyah

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    Travelling through realms, inside of little boxes, hidden inside of realms. Poetry penetrates, liberates and ensnares the ever evolving vitality. It resonates inside of immortality, lining our insides like coats reversed, liquefying the soul and disposing it on warm gutters of slippery history, memories, love, joy and agony. Bliss bled out into smiles of soft whispers, that if distinguished correctly are rejuvenating lullabies. Share with me my repair and witness my inner reality, through the astounding analysis of words that emulate the spirit. Explore the spirit that breathes inside of me.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse UK
    Release dateFeb 11, 2012
    ISBN9781467884075
    Vanquish La Bête Noire
    Author

    Raja Hadiyah

    Dual National identity, British Antilles of Bermuda and French National of Franche-Compté born in 1976, mother of one to a beautiful daughter Rajanae. Spending endless hours at the age of eight reading William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar and completely intrigued by Biblical parables, words have always painted a unique picture of life and emotions in her mind. Raja started writing at an early age and her family and friends were always highly supportive of her ability to create passages and pictures in the mind with words. With a mixed religious background, Raja emerged as an adult with a profound moral influence as well as an interesting view and edification of people. Completely bilingual in both English and French, this multinational Author has a diverse background. Educated and inquisitive. Raja has travelled worldwide to different countries and prides herself in being extremely optimistic about her life. Expressing a keen grasp on life and emotions, ensuing hopes and heartbreaks has become a part of her intensely detailed character. She is known for her combination of individualism, intellect, maverick, mixed culture, sophisticated observation of emotional-consciousness, irony and her daring ability to love freely, indifferent to its pain. The sister of three girls born to her mother with no brothers, and the amazing influence of her Grandmother Martha, young Raja sprouted from a strong female nest empowered with a feminist side, but also grasps and enjoys the traditional female role, dualistic to that of the19th century woman when she allows her life to spin in this direction. She would describe herself as a "Profound Sufferer and Hostage of the Heart" her ironic spirit a combination of credulous infatuation and well informed cynicism with regards to men and love, can be felt in every immersed line that she has ever written.

    Related to Vanquish La Bête Noire

    Related ebooks

    Poetry For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      An Interview With Xueyan

      Jun 24, 2023

      An Interview With Xueyan
      5 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems

      Jan 1, 2023

      And god created the waves and we the graves beneath, bodies madeparticulate by the force of water against water, water against rock, againsttime. I descend into the deep in a kind of prayer, listen to its centuries.Make me pay, will you, make me hurt

      3 min read

    • Article

      Malorum Sanatio

      May 10, 2017

      Malorum Sanatio
      7 min read

    • Article

      Why We Cry When We’re Angry

      Oct 8, 2019

      Why We Cry When We’re Angry
      7 min read

    • Article

      Poetry Rx: This Is the Year

      Jan 3, 2019

      Poetry Rx: This Is the Year
      7 min read

    • Article

      The Healing Power

      Dec 12, 2020

      The Healing Power
      6 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems by Brenda Shaughnessy

      Dec 15, 2017

      Watching little Henry, six, scoop up blueberriesand shovel them into his mouth, possessed. I’m so glad I brought blueberries—wish my kidscould/would eat them. Cal can’t; Simone won’t. Henry’s sisters, Lucy & Jane, took turns feeding eachother goldfis

      3 min read

    • Article

      Artefacts

      Nov 4, 2021

      Artefacts
      2 min read

    • Article

      Five Poems

      May 1, 2023

      Let’s be GodFor a moment, Shall we?That which invites Composition,That which is suspended From a great height,The presence Of approximationHeavy in the meadows, I’m not afraid,And yet My shroud vanishesIn these lines, I am so weptPast weeping, And wh

      1 min read

    • Article

      'Your Lifelong Prisoner' – Liu Xiaobo's poem from prison

      Jun 26, 2017

      A book of poems published in 2012 by Liu Xiaobo, the Chinese dissident released from prison o

      1 min read

    • Article

      Two Poems by Phillip B. Williams

      Dec 15, 2017

      The masters are yet dead. Wanting to be human,I tried to rewrite The Waste Land. The canon’s reachcasts ruinous light. The masters’ pens breachthis page where, above, my own hand spectates. Babylonrisen, exorcism in reverse, whose nature upended now?

      6 min read

    • Article

      The Epic Of Gilgamesh

      Jan 1, 2020

      My friends, who can reach heaven? The monster bellows like a river swollen with flood.Many are consumed in his fiery breath. My friends, who can reach heaven? Let us ask the mountain for a sign.Let us cut the spirits from the cedars. My friends, who

      3 min read

    • Article

      Wild In The World

      Apr 23, 2020

      It’s the way my eyes open to let in more light. Its’ the way my heart skips a few beats like a hiccup and the little gasp when I read those words dancing along the page. My hairs stand on end and I shiver. Books. For they hold so many words. Specific

      2 min read

    • Article

      Collins Ferry Landing

      Jul 1, 2020

      for my father Only rivers bottom out like this.Only rivers bottom out with this kind of conviction.Not humans, or, at least, not humans asindisputably human as you were,trapped in consciousness’s surplus, exilic,animalized absurdity, writhing in its

      5 min read

    • Article

      JENNY’S IN-DEPTH Regression

      Dec 24, 2019

      Whenever I get paid or ever have any money given to me, I always have to spend it. I never seem to be able to save anything, however hard I try! Rach, 44, Lincoln Your name is Sister Therese, and you’re a Carmelite nun in 1794. You’re 37 years old.

      1 min read

    • Article

      Four Poems

      Jan 1, 2022

      followed—in front, as horses—into daisy& silver dancing, knowing the jaw who unkeysin the danced earth to drink me down to haints,& will go again. was willed. distrusted happiness, addicted to it.a god needs of a god. here, i don’t want to reachfor g

      3 min read

    • Article

      On Apocalyptic Poetry

      Jun 25, 2018

      On Apocalyptic Poetry
      14 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for Vanquish La Bête Noire

    0 ratings

    0 ratings0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      Vanquish La Bête Noire - Raja Hadiyah

      Contents

      Exposed

      God Has Healed

      Agony

      Piping Rarities

      Le Petit Nicholas

      Dismantled

      John

      Breaking the Chains

      Confiance en Soi

      Gravity

      The Subordinates

      A Thousand Views

      A Man’s View

      Vert Blades

      My Turn

      Pedo-Pill

      This Time Around

      Young Man a Woman’s Plea

      Elrina

      The Man

      Irretrievable

      Woman of Islam

      Blank Walls

      Rebirth

      Prediction

      Swindlers Contortion

      Blue Valley

      Home

      Adieu

      Static

      Psychosis

      Secrets

      The Good Book

      No Doubt I Loved

      Curiosity

      Insight

      The Focus

      Silver Rain

      Sick Hound

      Puddles

      Simply to Feel the Peace

      One Eyed Youth

      Waiting for you to Love Me

      Swallowing Memories

      Dripping Wine

      Searching for faith

      Gashed Puppet

      A Tomorrow That Will Never Be

      Hollow

      Jezebel

      Lullaby

      Dedicated to Rajanae

      Je t’aime

      Merci Seigneur pour les petites joies et Merci aussi à tous ceux qui m’ont soutenue de loin ou de près.

      Exposed

      Grabbing birds with wings folded like paper planes

      It crushed into tiny paths of wounded remains

      And when exhaled a poisonous gas of false smiles

      Released the doubt that neither one of us could live without our Love

      Tossing heads along the feathered hill

      Where sleep breathed secrets through the gills

      Of fish like swimming dreams a breathless hope not yet redeemed

      I flipped a fear of death between the sheets

      Dripping traces of an ocean filled with lies

      As the clock ticked, ticked, ticked an endless lullaby of time

      I watched you slowly on the left

      Melt inside the red pulsing theft

      Of muscle, blood and veins

      It pounds your name

      I gave it all, tissue, platelets and pores

      As I dipped my feet into those eyes that adored my existence

      You thought you were a little more resistant than proven weak

      Nude running down the painful street called love

      An open valley shaded by trembling knees

      That swayed with the breathing of blowing trees

      Ten seconds before you had lost your breath, your pace

      I had already erased the face

      Of each tiny heartbreaking memory

      God Has Healed

      Your words tiptoed into my life like little children creeping to find secrets

      Splashing ever so silently in my tears

      Puddles knee high didn’t deter you

      Your wading arms pushed forward and ceased my fears

      Both of us could feel the vibration

      Of my broken heart through my panting cries

      And when you looked at me beyond the pain

      I could see my future breathe within your eyes

      A gentle hand stretched out beyond a humble chest

      Your heart as red and as pure as a thumping apple

      I can trust you and only you for the first time

      And so I lay my head softly upon my nest

      Gazing upward to your face

      The image of an angel breathing so close to me

      I now bathe within grace, breaking locks around my vessels

      I shed tears and feel free

      Unleashed love without the fear

      My blinking lids shake drops of relief

      As I watch them rolling across your heart

      Your heat absorbing my emotion

      And your spirit thirsty for something real

      I hold you tightly so that you can feel

      Every inch of me falling in love

      Agony

      I shall never let you near my heart again

      With your endless firing, hole after hole

      My blood pours fossil shaped rivers

      Gushing broken thorns and rusty blades

      It shall take more than the height of a mountain to peak over the walls that I have erected

      Yet have not completely ejected

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1