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Posted: 6/8/2008 7:53:58 AM | Moon Child
Gossamer gown transparent
Draped on skin paper white
Caught in moons eerie beam
Traped by its soft silver light.
Entangled ribbon of whispers
Bejeweled and glistening with dew
Like a night moth dancing forever
Its promises wraped around you.
Deep velvet cloak of midnight
Clasped with a shooting star
Held in your hand a dream
Viewed only by most from afar.
Illuminus circlet glowing
Entwined in hair of spun gold
Round your neck the locket of truth
To replace what we've always been told.
Iridescent belt embroidered
With star spangled threads of mist
From it hangs the key to the answers
Of our youth which we barely kissed. | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 8:08:13 AM | The Dreamcatcher.
Reflected in my window
hanging by my bed
caught in my dreamcatcher
the little voice said,
I was your special dream
the one you'll have no more
a wave upon the ocean
driftwood upon the shore,
I rushed through the valleys
and scaled the mountains high
I hung on a shooting star
as it shot across the sky,
I glistened in a raindrop
on a stormy day
and sparkled on a ray of sun
as it played upon the hay,
lay softly on a snowflake
as it touched a field of white
and tiptoed down a moonbeam
as it lit the darkest night,
I gently dabbled in a brook
and through dry deserts rode
across Icebergs and volcanoes
just for you I strode,
I sat astride a lightning bolt
and through a tempest came
only to end up hanging here
now I wont be back again
so,
when you lay there restless
and for a dream you search in vain,
remember my last words to you
for I'll not be back again.
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Posted: 6/8/2008 8:12:13 AM | | ^^^^ LOL love it!! | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 8:19:09 AM | | Sorry, that comment was for cards and chips, Angel x, the imagery is so beautiful- | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 8:46:42 AM | The Birth of Spring.
Deep in the woods,
where the soft light of everyday is evening.
Where sunlight dapples diffused into candlelight
through a woven canopy
and a thousand stars are viewed as through
a keyhole.
Where,
even the sound of a mistlethrush is too loud
and the trickle of the brook is pan-pipes.
Where Ivy matts a protective blanket
and moss a velvet tread.
Where the sod is rich and tells a million years
and each trunk a mere hundred.
Where woodpigeons group to call their partners
and a single blackbird sings in rejoice.
Where solitude seeks solace
in a throng of life amass underfoot,
which neither heeds death
nor is halted by the wonder of birth.
Where,
squirrels autumn bounty hidden
ensures the woods future
and the ancestral heritage land
pushes through green shoots
ever upwards.
'Tis here,
that nature pregnant
holds bated breath on still air,
to deliver to the waiting world
Its blessed child.
A cornucopia of wildlife.....
the precious offspring.
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Posted: 6/8/2008 8:56:43 AM | They came.....
Silently they came
those angels
emitting light
so bright
It appeared as wings
jets of light
a miracle
for which
the heart sings
leaps joyously in wonder
no drumrolls
trumpets
or thunder
just light
and a feeling
so comforting
so overwhelming and warm
my thoughts reeling
my prayer
my plea
my cry
had been heard
and the order given
on high
and so they came
reaching out
touching
but not touching
speaking his name
yet no word was uttered
no noise
not a sound
just instructions.....
and comfort.....
and the light all around.
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Posted: 6/8/2008 9:03:35 AM | ( A sonnet )
Butterfly kisses.
Naked we lay
on the cool linen sheets,
silvered by the glow of moonlight.
Through the open window
a warm breeze
carries the scent of our passion
up into the starry sky.
My love and I
drifting as silent as the night.
He,
delighting in kissing my body with long sweeps
of his lashes,
whil'st I engulfed in pleasure and filled with over-whelming love,
am conscious only of the universe within this room.
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Posted: 6/8/2008 9:32:46 AM | Hemlock
'Tis witches bane if ever was
will take away a life,
will do its job without spilled blood
cuts deeper than a knife.
To serve upon your loathsome foe,
crossed lover,
wealthy kin,
to rid yourself in one foul swoop
commit this wicked sin.
First,
make a brew to still the thirst
appealing it must be,
Its colour red with berries ripe
and Hemlock leaves, just three.
Infuse it long and stir it well,
mix rose petals to hide the smell
and honeycomb to make it sweet
they'll never know,
this deadly treat.
Chair
by the hearth their bones to rest,
served up in goblet of the best
this tempting mull to quench their thirst
then, leave the brew to do its worst.
Make your excuse, depart the room
closing the door upon their tomb,
then servant seek for Idle chatter
of what you speak it does not matter,
for when you hear deaths throttled cry
you then will have an alibi.
But
rush in first upon the scene
change the goblet for one that's clean,
conceal beneath your layered skirt for
"failing heart" has caused their hurt !
'Tis empty tears you then will shed
and clutch your fevered brow,
to hide the lust of glee you must
sorrow will do for now.
Safe
in your chamber door closed fast
hid from the world alone at last,
your glee can manifest itself
gloating over death and new-found wealth.
But alas
the price you had to pay
your soul you've given up,
for the Devil did collect his dues
when they supped from that cup
and when he howls upon the wind
you'll not resist his song,
of unleashed desires and wanton needs
for now you've joined his throng.
You'll
dance his tune
where 'ere you are forever and a day,
bedecked in silk
and gold
and jewels
and head thrown back you'll laugh with glee,
'twas worth this price to pay!
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Posted: 6/8/2008 9:47:05 AM | Halcyon Days.
Sitting in the meadow
Little friends we two,
Making strings of daisy chains
Just for me and you,
Holding up the buttercups
Underneath our chins,
The one that finds a four-leaf clover
Is the one that wins,
Threading poppies in our hair
And cherries on our ears,
Equal shares for both of us
Means it wo'nt end in tears,
Lying in the hayloft
Gazing at the stars,
Or cattching minnows in the brook
With stockings and jam-jars,
Collecting fallen apples
And blackberries for tea,
I pop one in your mouth
And you give one to me,
Running through the fallen leaves
Building bonfires high,
Holding our mouths open
To catch snowflakes from the sky,
Growing up together
The long days never end,
All the joys of childhood
Shared with your best friend.
I hope these Images conjure up some of the Happy days of your child hood too x | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 10:02:27 AM | The Journey Home.
Large drops begin to fall.
The first thunder to roll in the distance.
My nose pressed against the glass
I watched the trickle zig-zag and spread Itself
at the bottom, followed by another and another.
Pulling the strap onto the last notch
closed the window tightly, making the
rumbles barley audible above the drone of the engine.
I lay my cheek against the comfort of the pungent,
worn leather of the back seat,
pulling the scratchy wool of the rug upto my chin
and settled back to watch the passing tops of the trees
silhouetted against a thundery sky.
The lightening spotlighting every raindrop on its course
lit up the passing scenery from the gloom,
as mile after mile sped by.
I listened to the drumming of rain on the roof,
the squeak of the wipers.
The sound of tyres on wet tarmac.
I closed my eyes.
A distant voice said
" nearly home love ".
( taken from " Over the Garden Wall" a 1950s childhood ) | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 10:07:00 AM | Hi there everyone,
thank you for all the Great comments xx
My poetry is copyrighted, but I will let you print it out for personal use if you ask me,
Memories are good for you.....!.....Happy Days,
Love
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Posted: 6/8/2008 12:51:06 PM | | A delayed thank you Girl Writes...I enjoyed yours as well! | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 7:31:46 PM | | Thanks so much to both of you....I feel priveledged | |
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Posted: 6/9/2008 9:01:47 PM | 7048
Age of Sensitivity
10 June 2008
We look, we care, we listen,
we breathe from the flame within.
Yet we wonder, what is damnation,
a tranquillity, the mark of barren respect.
Arid, and left out, a deserted soul,
the loss of blood, an infected sore.
Raw, tender, sensitive,
for who are we.
Causing misery, pain or distress,
a lost silence, seeking noise.
Trials, the process of growing up,
in gaining a maturity, no longer young.
Age our victim, surrender our fire,
dearly departed, void of generations to mass.
Yet we wonder over the mark of barren respect.
Without children, all hope of love,
no longer a promise at birth.
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 6/9/2008 9:43:14 PM | great grasp and evocation of a under discussed truth
that all things have a separate time line, existing side by side
histories that vary from minute to mammoth
so it is with thoughts and dreams of other days
we wear our lives and choices in displays all over the spectrum
our eyes see only a small portion ,blind to infrared and ultraviolet
ignorant of memory's meaning , still we try | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 1:49:13 AM | If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well,
What you see is only on the surface.
If you try to find the meaning hidden underneath,
The measure of the depth can be decieving.
The bottom has a rocky reputation.
On the bottom words are shallow,
On the surface talk is cheap.
You can only judge the distance,
By the company you keep. | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 9:46:19 AM | My baby daughter Maia Nicole
when she's sad,
it breaks my soul,
but when she smiles,
it lights up my world,
my bundle of joy,
my sweet baby girl.
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Posted: 6/11/2008 7:15:37 PM |
If you look at your reflection in the bottom of a well,
What you see is only on the surface.
If you try to find the meaning hidden underneath,
The measure of the depth can be decieving.
The bottom has a rocky reputation.
On the bottom words are shallow,
On the surface talk is cheap.
You can only judge the distance,
By the company you keep.
so very true...
Life -Unfinished
Beware the ruined lands
They are there for a reason
Based on choices known only on the inside
Of oneself.
The hardest road brings the most reward
Of experience.
A long journey. More things see- practice makes perfect
True understanding- knowledge. When things become 3D.
Learning how to make use of it.
Positive or negative, ramifications are boundless-
Ripple effect.
You have the power inside to create your world
Good or evil.
Based on all choices made, you make the ruined lands.
You can also create any other world,
And go to any place you need to be
But can you get there without succumbing to ruin?
Worlds crumbling.
A whisper contains the weight of a thousand minds
Of hatred.
Where does it start? Where does it end? A ring-
A halo in it's beginnings fated to destruction?
Ware what is chosen for he who chooses
Unleashes Pandora's box
Knows not will be wroth. Can hope be saved?
Question undiscovered
And knowledge unknown. | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 5:23:04 PM | Autums Heritage.....
As I walk through woodland paths
amidst a palace made of gold
soft carpets of deep velvet
before me do unfold,
above my head a canopy
bejeweled and specked with light
of yellows, reds & oranges
bring to my eyes delight,
draped on mighty colums of
oak and ash and elm
and as I walk I wonder at
these treasures of my realm.
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Posted: 6/22/2008 12:44:36 PM | Angel x...Those are the best places for the elusive Morel mushroom. You captured the feeling of what its like when I am hunting for them. Thanks for the beautiful write.
And Girl Writes....What a mind!!! | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 8:11:44 AM | Thanks, ever catch any of those elusive clouds?
I am the creator of dreams
I am the savior of souls
Be from within
The wisdom held in
Reign over salvation
Soothe our souls
The redemption nigh
The soul's clock ticketh
Into the night's cold
My soul, my soul feels
Nothing- I feel everything
The pain, the cold, why?
Why do I fear?
Why do I seem to want pain?
Confusion awry, bent on seeing
A lack of reaction | |
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Posted: 6/23/2008 8:41:20 AM | ^^lovin' this write, as well as the others <img src=http://www.plentyoffish.com/smiles/icon_201.gif border=0>
splashing through surface
where lights bounces from every angle
light
eyes caught
markasite sparkles
on the shores of time
run
splash
play
with rhyme
a beautiful grey
there will be no black and white today
dive deep
...you do...
sparkles behind
now enter the darkest blue
weightless
with concrete tied to feet
faceless
we swim the depths of identity
never retreat | |
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Posted: 6/25/2008 7:50:05 AM | THE FLAMING MAN.....
click.....click.....
Images for all time.....
the pain of hells fire
screaming from eyes wide with fear.....
down on all fours
ankles crossed
an xenophobic roasting because I am poor.....
the plains of South Africa echo in volumes with my pain
as those guilty of this horrific Inhumanity stand by
and watch skin shrink and crisp
with the heat of the flames
and Inhale the aroma of my flesh.....
click.....click.....
Images for all time.....
the updraft catches
my body and slows my fall.....
as I tumble in slow motion
the force of air strikes my chest
at 1000 horse power as I leap
I see the patchworked streets of NewYork
200 floors below
hurrying upwards to greet me.....
closed in by the towers
both lighting my way down.....
click.....click.....
Images for all time.....
taken by surprise
the unimaginable agony.....
forces my jaw to lock
fused in the heat of the moment
at a thousand degrees.....
to gape forever
locked as the mask of absolute horrors of death
the tanks windscreen protection no defence against
the determination of mans war against mankind.....
the white grains of Iraqi sand now spoiled
with the charcoal of my flesh.....
click.....click.....
Images for all time.....
but who's prosperity.....
In Loving Memory
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Posted: 6/25/2008 8:07:07 AM | THE FLAMING MAN.....
click.....click.....
Images for all time.....
the pain of hells fire
screaming from eyes wide with fear.....
down on all fours
ankles crossed
an xenophobic roasting because I am poor.....
the plains of South Africa echo in volumes with my pain
as those guilty of this horriffic Inhumanity stand by
and watch skin shrink and crisp
with the heat of the flames
Inhale the aroma of my flesh.....
click.....click.....
Images for all time.....
the updraft catches
my body and slows my fall.....
as I tumble in slow motion
the force of air strikes my chest
at 1000 horse power as I leap.....
I see the patchworked streets of NewYork
200 floors below
hurrying upwards to greet me
closed in by the towers
both lighting my way down.....
click.....click.....
Images for all time.....
taken by surprise
the unimaginable agony.....
forces my jaw to lock
fused in the heat of the moment
at a thousand degrees
to gape forever.....
locked as the mask of absolute horrors of death
the tanks windscreen protection no defence against
the determination of mans war against mankind.....
the grains of Iraqi sand now spoiled
with the charcoal ashes of my flesh.....
click.....click.....
Images for all time.....
Images but who's prosperity.....
In Memory of Ernesto Nhamuave
& others
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Posted: 6/25/2008 5:32:51 PM | floating down the river;
why, thank you kind sir.....hope you also liked **Hemlock** which shows this
has a  side too.....x | |
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