Saturday, 18 July 2009

Poem for you +songs

Seems this past few nights of deserting my blog had given me kinda of lovesick n sense of longing...So I start to read poems to enlighten my heart n link them with songs I desired..They can be a great songs to sing then... My Letters! all dead paper... (Sonnet 28) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose the string And let them drop down on my knee tonight. This said—he wished to have me in his sight - Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring To come and touch my hand. . . a simple thing, Yes I wept for it—this . . . the paper's light. . . Said, Dear, I love thee; and I sank and quailed As if God's future thundered on my past. This said, I am thine—and so its ink has paled With lying at my heart that beat too fast. And this . . . 0 Love, thy words have ill availed If, what this said, I dared repeat at last! Yes, I loves poems n it brings back fresh memoirs when I was a student at my former Convent Girls School,Teluk Anson (now change to Teluk Intan),Perak. I do miss my best friend,Yati, Nuar & others..Hee you all..still remember me?
A Blessing
by James Wright
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me. -Careless Whisper(Michael Wham)
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.-Speak Softly love
There is no loneliness like theirs           (Andy Williams)    

At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white, - Black & White (Michael Jackson)
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear -Hello 
That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.(Lionel Richie)  
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.

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