Ha! Coolness! (I can’t believe I actually used that expression) 129 people have visited my poetry blog today. I wondered why, and then I clicked the “Life” tag/category thing on WordPress’s homepage, and my blog was featured at the top of the page, linking to my poem “Wanderer” (which actually isn’t a very good poem, stylistically, so I’m surprised, which is why I wondered why it had the most hits when I checked my blog stats).

Anyways, I think that’s neat

Have an amazing rest of your life.

- WM

I started a blog to post my poetry on: http://manwalinwe.wordpress.com/

I already posted the majority of decent poems I’ve written.

Have an amazing rest of your life!

- WM

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I’ve been watching The Lord of the Rings moves while I exercise. Today I reached the part where Haldir dies in The Two Towers and composed this poem.

PJ, why did you kill Haldir?

That really, really stinks.

Why did you kill Haldir?

It’s worse than having to wear all pink (er…maybe…not).

Why did you kill Haldir, PJ?

That part is so sad.

Why did you kill Haldir?

That idea was bad.

I wish you hadn’t died, Haldir.

PJ sent you to your grave.

I wish you hadn’t died.

You were certainly a fave[orite].

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So maybe it’s not the most epic of poems.

Well, honestly, I can see why he (Peter Jackson, the director) killed him (Haldir) (indirectly). Haldir wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place (it’s not in the book). PJ would have had to add another part showing what happened to Haldir to satisfy the audience (or me, at least).

I wrote this in between French lessons, and now I must continue with them.

Have an amazing rest of your life!

- WM

The breath of God

Blowing across a parched and weary land

Bones lie dry in the desert sand

Hope is a distant memory where nothing is alive

The bones lie dry in the desert sand

Unable now to even try

They lie long past the spark of life

But something stirs the barren trees

Something changes the flow of dead seas

A voice calls in the wilderness,

“Prepare ye the way of the Lord!”

A wind stirs the bones where they lie

Rain comes down, holy tears being cried

Angels wait in heaven’s skies

For the moment they can celebrate new life

And then heaven’s Creator breathes

Barren trees grow fruit and leaves

And abundant life fills once-dead seas

And new life fills once-dead lands

The bones stir in the desert sands

Stronger now comes the breath of God

A whisper of the power He holds in one hand

Stronger now the breath of God blows across the land

And thunder ripples from the skies

“Dry bones have life!”

Together now, the bones they come

Given new life by the death of the Son

Muscle and flesh cover them now

They rise and stand, to God they bow

An army now stands

Where once dry bones lay in desert sands.