<?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>Tue, 14 Apr 2026 12:32:49 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="http://direct.ecency.com/created/dirge/rss.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Dirge]]></title><link>http://direct.ecency.com/classical-music/@pjcomposer/dirge</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/classical-music/@pjcomposer/dirge</guid><category><![CDATA[classical-music]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[pjcomposer]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2020 03:46:33 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/S5Eokt4BcQdk7EHeT1aYjzebg2hC7hkthT45eHBTwzZ4NrXttqYxrF9my3X7Fj2EJj6nUZ4?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[I mourn thee]]></title><description><![CDATA[Ade, I want to say I'm sorry, But a guilty conscience has no words,- It stutters, it stops. I should have checked up on you, Gifted you my time As little of it as I can afford to give. My I shoulds have]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@warpedpoetic/i-mourn-thee</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@warpedpoetic/i-mourn-thee</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[warpedpoetic]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 08 Oct 2019 10:39:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/2N61tyyncFaFYzRbn8dtUE4e1wApGi6eb2sfxmfxorzqA4bHevnwMbiGiCunt27QRjcr7cBodm4hL515M4FtX4EQyH3yPLfkoKxaztA6yMGLet3iVeSKnYmaR7RmtxLFqwSddATFDxBg?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Dirge : the Gods]]></title><description><![CDATA[This is a dirge I wrote relating yoruba culture in Africa where sovereignty is put upon a sorcerer to define the fate of every nearly born child. Source Oh child, oh child, thy days were shorten got caught]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/sankofa/@igweyakubu/a-dirge-the-gods-42e04ecef6a6c</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/sankofa/@igweyakubu/a-dirge-the-gods-42e04ecef6a6c</guid><category><![CDATA[sankofa]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[igweyakubu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2018 00:37:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/o1AJ9qDyyJNSpZWhUgGYc3MngFqoAMyuNSzYVWpMkGJGXRzMU?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Dirge]]></title><description><![CDATA[So soon you left when the harvest was yet green All the youthful dreams washed in the rain like you were never there You should have waited a bit longer to be all that you wrote down I still read them]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/sankofa/@igweyakubu/a-dirge-e93026d229d6d</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/sankofa/@igweyakubu/a-dirge-e93026d229d6d</guid><category><![CDATA[sankofa]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[igweyakubu]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2018 22:20:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/o1AJ9qDyyJNSpZWhUgGYc3MngFqoAN3wFLH2jPjpttY5DVziz?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[TEARDROPS "A DIRGE FOR A GREAT SURVIVOR "ISTILLRISE"]]></title><description><![CDATA[Image credit TRIBUTE TO THE MAN A man with dream A man with passion, But like the rebellious sun, He has set refusing to rise, Yet it was nature that gave the decree. Once a heart survivor, But now he]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/teardrops/@aduragbemi/teardrops-a-dirge-for-a-great-survivor-istillrise</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/teardrops/@aduragbemi/teardrops-a-dirge-for-a-great-survivor-istillrise</guid><category><![CDATA[teardrops]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[aduragbemi]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2018 07:54:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://images.ecency.com/p/8DAuGnTQCLpunQuGfHnXTmxWbRQScCVGspXNWFwLrnz2ff9kv4viFMWju6z4d9qVQkQEgAXyREJfkhVbsBAruc4onptWtbyV6NaN8WfmiSMgMH7hSDPwneWsVaxL9QeZTnHBDaihrNpv5UTkpkNR7sf19fEuy2iBzpnri9Eo6gW?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Dead.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Today I question my breath Today I doubt my sanity Today I know God ain't bias But I'm breathing and he's dead. I didn't pray for him for years And in my hustle I found reason not to make contact Today]]></description><link>http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@poeticali/dead-9e6e3670c8c7b</link><guid isPermaLink="true">http://direct.ecency.com/poetry/@poeticali/dead-9e6e3670c8c7b</guid><category><![CDATA[poetry]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[poeticali]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2018 09:15:51 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>