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uh, yea
i dont really kno what this communitys about really
b/c people are posting poetry &&
im getting a little confused
explain? thanks
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For Your Reading Pleasure


I would like you to read my earliest version of the book I'm working on. It's finally put together. Read it! It's my Christian testimony in allegorical form. Get to know me. And if I find any brothers or sisters who write this same style, please reveal yourselves. I'm searching for you out there.


[An online book]

(C) Daniel Arnold 2002-2005.

(http://www.xanga.com/drawingnearer )

Alone by E.A. Poe

Mm. I'm new here; unaware if introductions are a requirement necessary. I feel, however, that they are a polite way to begin; thus here is mine:
I am EriK (must capitalize the 'K' in EriK, yes), otherwise known as 'Poe' (as he is my soul); if you address me, you may call me either.
I was invited by one danparables, who caught sight of my journal and thought I might enjoy this community (thank you).
I've spent a time perusing this journal and find that, indeed, it seems my cup of interest.
With that, I'd like to post one of my faves by (you guessed correctly) E.A. Poe:

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
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another lovely piece

Oh My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose

Oh, my love is like a red,red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
My love is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonny lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my love
Though it were ten thousand mile.

Robert Burns