Coming
to America
Eyes
wide with excitement,
They
stare at their new home.
It
is a new beginning,
Better
than things they've known
As
the ship sails towards the dock,
They
turn around and see
The
statue they have heard about –
The
one called Liberty.
They
love this new place
Where
streets are paved with gold;
Opportunity
is ‘round every corner,
So
they face it, proud and bold.
As
friends step off the boat,
The
family steps off, too.
They're
now in America –
Their
dreams can now come true.
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To
My Father
I
search for you in fields of gold
Where
we would run ere dusk ascended;
Two
friends within whom laughter bold
Could
find a home ‘midst joy so splendid.
Yet
no one in the fields I see;
No
laughter upon my ear doth fall.
A
dreadful silence deafens me;
No
one standing there – I feel so small.
Where
be your strong protection now?
Where
the friendship I held so dear?
They
have left me, I know not how.
I'll
not see them again, I fear.
Yet,
mem’ries fond I have of you;
Death
your love from me can't take.
Whilst
we no more will journey anew,
E’er
will I treasure mem’ries we did make.
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I fell in love with
the theme from the movie Somewhere In Time the first time I heard
it, and I decided to try to write lyrics for it. Here's what I came
up with.
Somewhere
in Time
Straight from my
dreams
He came to me
Somewhere in time
I saw him there
And fell in love
A lifetime lived
On that spring
day
All of my dreams
came true
Beside the bay
Somewhere in time
Our hearts entwined
I looked at him
Convinced
Our lives
Had to be one
Deep in my mind
And in my heart
I knew he would
Remain,
That we'd never
part
But somehow time
Tore him away;
Now I am lost
Without his love,
But to my last
day
I’ll search for
him –
We'll meet again
Somewhere in time.
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This poem is
different from the others in a few ways (other than the non-border background...)
-- first of all, you'll notice it's free verse rather than rhyming.
Second, it was a bit of a catharsis for me. It covers all the writing
I've seen that makes me feel that I have no business putting pen to paper.
Soaring
Once, I flew;
I spread the wings
of accomplishment,
Soaring on the
winds of success
High above the
painful world below.
Now I am part of
that world.
A beautiful bird
appeared –
It soared with
immeasurable grace
To a loftiness
I have never known.
I faltered in its
wake
Admiring its beauty
Yet falling rapidly
As I saw the heights
I could never reach.
I try, now, to attain
the splendor
That was given
to that bird;
When my inner peace
is whole again
I will fly
I will soar
And two birds will
grace the sky.
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