<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link><image><url>http://direct.ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>http://direct.ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 10 Apr 2026 10:25:12 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/@divineinyang/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[A Portrait Of Hope]]></title><description><![CDATA[Do you also wait for dawn like I do? Behind sleepy eyes, and the miasma of tizzy nights, Rising, to present yourself to the world say; Tis I! Vulnerable at your merciless feet like meat at the hands of]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@divineinyang/a-portrait-of-hope</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@divineinyang/a-portrait-of-hope</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 31 Aug 2018 16:08:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3zpz8WQe4SNGWd7TzozjPgq3rggennavDx3XPY35pEAVnpxhv8NbYu4dA1jLTGf44aGZf81XTDWdzkgRRxVXE4syVKDSx6o15Vk754YcmqHwjEjicvyHWMT8ZTsGxaGtpumtUy46dFWEJNLP6fFU?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[CRESCENDO]]></title><description><![CDATA[Let us speak of today as we do eternity; Void of time, Void of a setting sun.. Let us speak of today as we do forever; Void of yesterdays, Void of tomorrow's. For I see only a dawn that never dusks, A]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@divineinyang/crescendo</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@divineinyang/crescendo</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2018 19:17:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/JvFFVmatwWHRfvmtd53nmEJ94xpKydwmbSC5H5svBACH7zAc4HsF3yR1mehaRQSAJBxewQxWzBXm6N8MDJBAX6bAzrJVQyjWjGfboZ7PHhTrAx9hsrR9VDtYssgHbs23e3JG85AaGN?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[FIRST IMPRESSION?]]></title><description><![CDATA[The first day she met him, he was on her brother's piano. With his broad face peering too close at the keys as his dumb fingers brushed over too many wrong notes with no respect for time or tempo, she]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/e2vft-first-impression</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/e2vft-first-impression</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jun 2018 19:02:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/pBMyo3B2Sao2EbuHAFTX1CNWMbam25xJGPs4sKmLS6XL7gbgesa9Fsi1a3T9VJrnmQeBDzRdLJJzoWG3SwUmdFMR8dm7dHJECMGcVUoxadZJErhRBkPsiTR3w7Z6UinqTUnr5H2Knuy8c33xN66iq4X3P9fAv5LBJ6zeE21ojnQvYqyp?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[FIRST IMPRESSION?]]></title><description><![CDATA[The first day she met him, he was on her brother's piano. With his broad face peering too close at the keys as his dumb fingers brushed over too many wrong notes with no respect for time or tempo, she]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/first-impression</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/first-impression</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 15 Jun 2018 18:56:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/pBMyo3B2Sao2EbuHAFTX1CNWMbam25xJGPs4sKmLS6XL7gbgesa9Fsi1a3T9VJrnmQeBDzRdLJJzoWG3SwUmdFMR8dm7dHJECMGcVUoxadZJErhRBkPsiTR3w7Z6UinqTUnr5H2Knuy8c33xN66iq4X3P9fAv5LBJ6zeE21ojnQvYqyp?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[THE POETRY OF SPORTS]]></title><description><![CDATA[I am a lover of sports. I am witness to its potency; like art,,like music,,,the sheer capability of binding and relaxing... The lessons... I watch these people harden with the spirit of the times; i see]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@divineinyang/the-poetry-of-sports</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/writing/@divineinyang/the-poetry-of-sports</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2018 16:25:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2gsjgna1uruvUuS7ndh9YqVwYGPLVszbFLwwpAYXYvkGykptnxaNBYKmVmFy7vQCv4RNxWyE7jiRnBBp9YJ1vQc7tg9zKNa7UXVfsVjb5kkVpQ6rZk?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[GREENLIGHT]]></title><description><![CDATA[Mother had a passion for green things. It was all there behind the house - every useful green plant I'd ever known. Mother grew all of them, tended to them with such delicateness as is often said women]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/greenlight</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/greenlight</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2018 13:34:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/5JTYhfHc4YoCecfLjq4qgFtfc1s7UuFw3ZPxx1EpTjEfjqwxbux5Tu8UGWQMcg9S9nmibzvhyZ6W3zBz1cyEc3sVeAmYjeh3p6q5DWy4psrYzZbCDMZ3kbKuh6bUy4fLp4LQN5V1jjV3Es6dpdGGLNeFxafB4fESVjFt7FppTSYF9hFihSpKvjSeYj8SXrJvwsKftaQ3mtC95V4A?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[PHILOS]]></title><description><![CDATA[Tonight; Let's make love shower Like sweet snow and drizzling dew. Let's make love cover the trees And the streetlights; Let's polish the earth with the wet gleam Of kind hearts. Let's make the faceless]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/kudospoetry/@divineinyang/philos</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/kudospoetry/@divineinyang/philos</guid><category><![CDATA[kudospoetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2018 13:21:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/32FTXiZsHoAWXDGUT6XfPTLRBbYW7TUFpRSTArzFn22sehTBQwRnqfgxhVG47ccB8FcWEgixn3aGM57mjNwjcTvkxYsJYVUEwK9shmMsBC6ioePFV2u2gX4TjCzwqKFtktHnsgv6xvdEnnJa?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[HURRAH FOR BLOOD!!]]></title><description><![CDATA[The last four months have seen not less than 300 souls butchered to the grave by so-called fulani herdmen in Benue State, Nigeria. One particular area, Guma, has been attacked time and time again, and]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@divineinyang/hurrah-for-blood</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@divineinyang/hurrah-for-blood</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2018 16:52:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/99pyU5Ga1kws91ecJjkANAzfstp5ietJ4ACvk9NVU6HpAiwQ4RofZL16pgZBtQuwpxypYjkCUwf1wu2ZRguQzeSUuy5f6Gkzf66PS7xHTSEZ17Lnop1bsMeQo3XCDkqtHk?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[A WITHERED STORY]]></title><description><![CDATA[He would enter the room quietly, like silence itself, sounding no steps and rousing no lights. He would move softly, almost in a manner that made one feel he feared hurting the breeze. He would never miss]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/a-withered-story</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/a-withered-story</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2018 00:03:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/vM1pGHgNcyCiaxZmdb555hkjecmqomntNdRp7jgA3U3oKp5C7MS9nzbzMrfUCfufFju87Cpufa7Lxu2PxExKcGFWvVftmLx815kkARwC3o2XEUTowFM6cGPHNG1HYaGduFMn3PU?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[MOUNTAIN TREES]]></title><description><![CDATA[As mountain trees of a gloomy night Far, unreachably far, Is where I stand, observing A beauty so easily misunderstood.. Are you that brilliant flower, Do not be sad When the stinger-happy insects come]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@divineinyang/mountain-trees</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@divineinyang/mountain-trees</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 10 Apr 2018 22:45:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3HaJVw3AYyXBD5Md5tUD9YKkzGo1eoR2RP1hYxRaFr2GAs3Xskusfmv5EeTNBCMohtULjtJjUaPRBLsVNKhjSX9FD3ZjzcDQD1ukBZn?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[ON APPRECIATING TRUTH]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Enormity Of Truth Truth, is really an incredible thing. It is the substance of honesty. And, honesty is, arguably, the most difficult policy to imbibe. It's often difficult for people to tell the truth]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/life/@divineinyang/on-appreciating-truth</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/life/@divineinyang/on-appreciating-truth</guid><category><![CDATA[life]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2018 21:43:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3jpR3paJ37V8t3d5gG8YxUrFtTrvhgCDjjN8jFs781967vtKroGatVzUtvoDnfUuB5X3NTEvcj2FDrLXVqXgjghoKaZH5CrG3PEwMhkwpR9NguNgxtB4EuSJh5bjWRSyk1dZg?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[THE BOY LIVED]]></title><description><![CDATA[The flood crept into the town at night, silently, like a slimy millipede. The people of the town awoke to the sight of water perilously clutching the walls of their homes. The smell of danger rose and]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/the-boy-lived</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/the-boy-lived</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2018 16:08:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3W72119s5BjWPGGUiZ9pqnZoj8JHYxCCp9dtn2QVgVAuNNzbCbETpaa7T9E6AY3pAYkJEAiWw1Eb3fze9eCnmEJadqZQx8vfFuDgRvc2Zk93g8jmKR6Lhc?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[SPU Poetry Contest #6: The Dance Of Gods]]></title><description><![CDATA[As my father would say: "We are in the magic of the dance." I would say we are at its hottest core And our feet have passed into a trance. Where we are, my girl, Is 'beyond', where flames of]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetsunited/@divineinyang/spu-poetry-contest-6-the-dance-of-gods</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetsunited/@divineinyang/spu-poetry-contest-6-the-dance-of-gods</guid><category><![CDATA[poetsunited]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2018 13:01:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/4HFqJv9qRjVfB3SVhz5TaiuFFziWnzuKbKDTunZrqvDUtpn14eqc55ks3awEaxzLXhKdMniwjvwNbb1JJbNaYjuYMwDvqHbFKFwzquzr1hB8uuEgTLqBg6MhWXGA3sbFpoWQhHKVU9AyQ6tsm2pQXvUquagit4mRGjg?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[A PLEA]]></title><description><![CDATA[I went to his house that evening, determined to plead with him. "Please its enough, Mark" I told him. "Let's bury the hatchet once and for all". He smirked flippantly. " Well,]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/a-plea</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/a-plea</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2018 12:17:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/8SzwQc8j2KJb4ARrxQxCjX4jizub4U5CAK3WwB89nkcrmkZjK81Dfmf2Mse7A8bA7BLBesK9x2M7yK17ei1gTHjJaLiuBqJQ9tFCMbRTZynitXeBZ18?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[BLUE AND BLACK]]></title><description><![CDATA[At once, Before the first gust of wind Sweeps you into vacuum, Let me pick you And stroke tenderly The heart of love upon your back. Let us flutter by, Butterfly. I have no wings But I will borrow your]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/kudospoetry/@divineinyang/blue-and-black</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/kudospoetry/@divineinyang/blue-and-black</guid><category><![CDATA[kudospoetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2018 20:03:15 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2nhMph8Yo3jHyfsfBxm3raDEGrffBkSsHnPoxzrm2wVwkmQKyDbkX4rBw7Hvp1b8PZ18ZLCetkWY7ZC1xNeeQJmFAtYNKM6dJj7DkemyMQyxcMvHDLSCgxNxeCdkpf1VVf1CBZpRuYdSMAYvqUT6Svh6ach1D5A35TvwKuW2xSD1sEAxEhyTU9htA?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[ODOROUS COURAGE]]></title><description><![CDATA[There was the hero. There was the princess. And there was the usurper. They stood facing each other, their fierce eyes locked as though in eternal combat. The princess hid behind the mighty armour and]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/odorous-courage</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/odorous-courage</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2018 13:15:21 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/9vWp6aU4y8kyJM9JABQLS7EhjmU3VVqJQJsLWXdiHaWx6tipqZ1EJ2UtTk8GCRQVjFtQa7T8WJ6UWGywS2QE5eXLJwch4PaXw6nfg7NRQcBvc9DCn8ocQiK26szuFj843dVc976FoqGfqrwxr?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Oils And Fire]]></title><description><![CDATA["Lock the door!" Daddy thundered. My feet scurried to the thick metal door. It was wide open and the turbulent wind outside the house seemed to hover just about it. I had time to get a quick]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/oils-and-fire</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/oils-and-fire</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2018 21:34:45 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/5s4dzRwnVbzHMnrhG9dqDTRDRrGcZ3bYVxb3YXNn6XTCNx2PEKNmS2kf1bJhaLehr59yMpAjka4JPhbrUJyGESU1Nq6CxzAvoVvR7fkp4ewMhnSpxYUFM2F5Lq5pnVh4VVQ51KfSjBirxoYL7d6BYKbzj1NtFXWRjgfBbNE?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sand Stories]]></title><description><![CDATA[The memories now return in violent half-scenes, most of the time disjointed. The fragments appear and disappear haphazardly as though they possessed wicked, capricious minds. Even now, I can see her beautiful]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/foxtales/@divineinyang/sand-stories</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/foxtales/@divineinyang/sand-stories</guid><category><![CDATA[foxtales]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2018 10:47:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/4HFqJv9qRjVfB3SVhz5TaiuFFziWnzuKbKDTunZrqSsxpXSXEatHXJGWXjrNv2tcVdGZen5jJiHTJ7t7yqBJBtE33r2KmVAHS6n4MFNy4wshURUfVD223HD9YbgbtHvmRVnXqJVYRrAR2P5kgbnZ9HKy9K6YwnXDXZG?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[BACK TO BLOOD]]></title><description><![CDATA[The long ride from the port proved stressful. Max was thinking about home: his wife and his little girl whom he would see again after 7months. It was past noon. The day was hot and the bustle about the]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/back-to-blood</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/story/@divineinyang/back-to-blood</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2018 10:03:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/HNWT6DgoBc18GVREvvsnAjfLwLF5qHHFduNHKinpurQofGBBEScn72EEGphcwJRmgfURpUx8jLjeugV9BDqefXTXZsTyVf1TMvZPSBV3pTqYhWYB84PwqnccPCA?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[SOUL LAKE]]></title><description><![CDATA[Let us go to the lake of souls Where the land vomits blood in torrents... I want to dip my hand in it And taste my father's life. I shall bring along a cup And a black spoon. Will you drink with me? No?]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@divineinyang/soul-lake</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@divineinyang/soul-lake</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[divineinyang]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2018 07:27:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/3jpR3paJ37V8t3d5gG8YxUrFtTrvhgCDjjN8jFs76Z3pKrMsXJJ8GF1QdMdXBBayr9B5ErBmxuj2fUrhqKnmF7byC6hu3CpZj1LpjNU7qZgRz7VKpXsdp4iQX8idX1zG9PW4N?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item></channel></rss>