Amanuensis Poems | Examples


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Solitude

The cruel laughter of the soul
Laments its flagellation by time,
Ebbed on the flattened stones of
A raped river.
Sorrow, an amanuensis of silence,
Reads the minutes of the last meeting
Held within dying doors, between
Mind and soul, two warring nations
Of a proud heart,
Now asleep with bloodshot eyes.

Premium Member I Shall Be Your Scribe--- Speak To Your Beloved a Dedicated Verse Cr

~  Beloved Woman of God I am your journalist Scribe;
A professional copyist I shall;
My duties theologian, a jurist,
May I verse hardcopy speaks life?
What you say, you speak life too;
A scribe in term, inspired words;
Gleaning those of Father’s lessons;
You have learned, inspirational;
I be your journalist scribe transpose record ;
That of what’s in the inside out;

~  In the name of Jesus Christ; 
Be your personal, clerk, transcriber;
Your amanuensis, recorder;
 You’re in season record-keeper;
May I be your personal professional theologian?
Penman jurist documenting mallam, Hallelujah and Amen!
Scribe recording dictated you and Our Father’s verse;
 History present tense impressions, for now and always;
I am your journalist Scribe;


       -------I shall be your Scribe;

9/21/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©

The Itinerant Amanuensis

(Person Taking Dictation Part Time)

Compile the hours you have spent                                                                                                                                                                                                 
pondering verse and rhyme,
your sole reward harsh discontent;
Perhaps it's all a waste of time.

With rhyme a muse should fill the soul;
Isn’t that the learned consensus? 
Instead I’m forced to play the role
of itinerant amanuensis.

He called one day to say goodbye—
off to foreign destinations.
What illness made me hire a guy,
addicted to prolonged vacations?

So here I sit with vacant stare—
idle digits, silent keys.
Might you offer silent prayer,
they’ll find a cure for this disease.


She Stole My Thunder

She Stole My Thunder!


My wretched Amanuensis
Has turned my nemesis.

By her scribbling kit
Cribbed my entire writ!

What a wretched cheat
She has stolen all my heat!


07th Oct’ 2013

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