For starters, a few poems...
Welcome to my first ever blog entry! Check back often for poetry, song lyrics, pictures, and anything else I can think of, and don't be afraid to tell me what you think!First, a few amanda originals...
Ireland
Wisps of souls hang in the air
like retreating clouds:
Memories and the mists of prayer linger
among carved crosses and crumbling stone.
This is the dust of which you spoke,
to which all shall return.
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Alone, but yet surrounded,
I drift among the outstretched arms of weathered stone crosses,
and through graying arches of fallen Godhouses,
thresholds to some kind of eternity.
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I hear the ache of memory,
long since egg-shelled in the crumbling
outerlayer of time and history,
like an angel, waiting cold in shapeless marble,
that only a master's hand
dares to release.
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And, as I dream, the embryo of a prayer
also waits, locked inside
as if I, too, and I alone
am also made of crumbling stone.
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Open Me
(this is one is a song I'll sing on a movie soundtrack someday...)
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Open me, I am ready to be unleashed.
Harbor me, in your waters where waves won't reach.
Carry me over your great divide,
Spend a nighttime by my side.
All of my laces have come untied
the better for you, my dear, to see the hope in me.
So draw back the curtain...and open me.
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Cover me, when the lightning is at its peak.
Channel me, when my lips are too weary to speak.
Guardian, lover, and enemy:
Angel and liberator be.
Two lonely pilgrims, one long journey--
A path of unanswered prayers and discovery.
In the moments of lightning...cover me.
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And I will hold you...and be held by you.
And I will dream you...and be dreamed by you.
And I will need you...and be needed by you.
I will love you...and be loved by you.
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Open me, from the shell I am locked within.
Cover me, when the sunlight is burning my skin.
Few will accomplish what many have tried:
standing alone till the nightmares subside.
For life's not worth living when love is denied,
So I will, reluctant, a lover and open be.
Until I haven't the courage...then you can cover me.
But now you draw back the curtain...and open me.
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And now, one of my new discoveries from one of my favorite poets, Robert Frost...
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INTO MY OWN
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarecely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But streched away unto the edge of doom.
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I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow whell pours the sand.
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I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upont my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
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They would not find me changed from him they knew--
Only more sure of all I thought was true.
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Well, I guess that's all for now. Thanks for visiting and come again soon!
posted by amanda @ 8:07 PM
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