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i wish you were mine
maybe some day
distant as dreams
how can you ignore me
my heart beats
maybe someday you will see my face
when are you going to come down you cant hold on forever
learning to play the game
pushing the boundries lift the vale
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Posted: 11/26/2005 10:59:11 PM | 4584
Heaven in Hollywood
27 November 2005
There was a place in Ontario
where heaven and Hollywood did meet
This place the stars of the universe
held hands in celebration to greet
Chocolate flavoured berries
and glitter from the sky
Her beauty was enough
to make any man cry
Tears of wonder
to her attraction in looks
She should have been a model
and feature on pages of fashion books
This place in Canada in providence
where the skies were sparking in view
Because she was heaven in Hollywood
and in Ontario that was all but true
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 11/26/2005 11:07:56 PM | emptyness killing me slowly
a stranger eases the pain
she read me out load gently
do i really know me i feel a change
dreaming of the past and began to loose control
made myself cry
what do i get for my pain
another sunrise another chance for hope but they all feel the same
will i ever be saved
tell me i am the only one
nobody lives inside of me | |
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Posted: 11/26/2005 11:20:52 PM | nobodies home
what will happen
let love break my heart
how will you find me
how will this end
it always ends in darkness
ill get right next time | |
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Posted: 11/26/2005 11:33:28 PM | Etourdi
I find myself
relating to the late-night
jazz they play
after eleven on public radio,
long and mournful
be-bop solos by John Coltrane
and Bill Colman.
It amplifies the love
and pain in the world,
these static notes
that drift and break in the dark.
The announcers are quieter,
at night. I think they know
too, they can feel it,
alone in the bright studio.
So I listen, Dizzy and Sonny
and Charlie tapping and wailing
“A Night in Tunisia.”
And I know somewhere,
someone else must
be sitting in their car,
listening with the same wonder
to the very same song. | |
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Posted: 11/27/2005 4:55:17 AM | 
BRAVO!!!!!!!!!!!!! wonderful work all of you! thanks for sharing
PWC.. thank you so much, that was very sweet! | |
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Posted: 11/27/2005 9:33:16 AM | | took me a moment to think what PWC stood for - your welcome - | |
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Posted: 11/27/2005 8:26:43 PM | he sat on the p-w-c
and had a p-e-e
one of those things to let
and went wee-ee
some times it is not easy to find a release
I was not offended and once I clinked on the reference was to me
it was time to party - (still a WC or water closet is one of those porcelain things )
what I compose comes with a flash in the pan
because this is more of how it is - with no map or plan
and when such a 'gift' can be haunting at times
there and there come forth those stanza and rhymes
Thanks for the paper Holly
now I have wiped and asked
since I was constipated for words
even if it was peaceful not
to be overcome in whispers in herds
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Posted: 12/6/2005 5:15:40 PM | When the Devil Gets Angry
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When the Devil gets angry, and does his thing...
He starts attacking angels and beats at their wings.
He knows he can never fully win
Its just the Angels he trys to spin.
But every once in awhile he meets his match.
He finds an angel to taunt, but one he cant catch.
So amid the whirl wind, and all the torment and fire.
Realize your not going to be caught, you will just fly higher!!! | |
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Posted: 12/6/2005 5:45:47 PM | The Smile
Here I sit a tormented soul
wanting so much to find the whole.
My heart askew and my mind lost
hiding behind my smile at all costs.
The smile that can tell you I am real
but the eyes hold the story of not knowing what to feel.
Grasping at straws and hoping he would be the one
only to have him shut me out when all is said and done.
A friend he will remain and so will the smile
hiding those feelings all the while.
I nod at the lies and pretend they are not told
forgiving my nature and my heart made of gold.
The smile I give him will assure him of my lie
even though my heart will continue to cry.
Pefection he is in what I seek
my smile is all he will see perfect in me. | |
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Posted: 12/6/2005 8:19:09 PM | | Smiles can cut like razors.... I have re read your post several times Hac... Im sorry! | |
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Posted: 12/7/2005 3:52:19 AM | Smiles can cut like razors to the depth of your soul
tearing out the will and hope that can make you whole.
Nothing to protect the soft lining of the heart
only sliced shards of defeat as reality comes with a start.
Beware of what my smiles may bring
didn't you know I only wanted your heart to sing?
Look into the my eyes if you dare
and see the love gashed from the razor placed there.
For a moment in time I truly felt alive
now my smile is struggling to survive.
I could beg and plead for you to sway
but my smile would then totally fade away. | |
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Posted: 12/7/2005 5:16:20 AM | Trust is something to be earned.
A smile may mask a heart that's burned,
but think to innocence one day lost
to warm your heart from bitter frost.
What have you in this life learned
when anger screams from your heart spurned?
Cry inside but understand
that half of life is not so grand.
Seek instead to see the soul.
Find his eyes as bright as coal.
Use this window to his heart
to see into his deepest part.
Then your smiles are sincere
cherished by the one so dear.
Smiles once struggling to survive
will see the light and start to thrive. | |
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Posted: 12/7/2005 11:38:05 AM | 4645
Winter Berries
08 December 2005
Her beauty was of tranquillity
her eyes were that of steel
Each day she did wander
to those places heaven made
While some would envoy her
others would find promise in her soul
Like a camera focused to her being
she would model her sacrilege well
Such utterances left to mature
upon a stability of higher anticipation
Outwardly an angel to flavour
sacrificed upon a cross to bare
Naked - left alone
her breasts captured to nature
Her Garden of Eden
those fruits she had yet to wear
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 12/7/2005 4:18:53 PM | @airmystery: Gorgeous write!! I absolutely loved it.
@poet again always a wonderful poem. :)
@cross thanks babe!  | |
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Posted: 12/7/2005 4:39:08 PM | @hac thank you for your kindness
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A Warm Embrace
08 December 2005
Where kindness was
a warm embrace
Her heart was soft to hold
yet tender as fine crystal to grasp
Heaven was as to Holly
in that of a winters day
When half a world away
those Holly Trees
would bear their fruit
in another year seasoned
While others may not know
of branches cut and hacked
to the significance of her name
They may never see the woman
in beauty of aroma to shine
Her auburn locks the giveaway
toward where truth does lie
Not upon the Niagara
but falling to that of love
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 12/10/2005 3:46:13 PM | I read the lyrics and heard the song
tears falling down my face knowing all along.
I don't want to accept what I know is true
and ask why can't I let go of you.
My mind tells me to soar into the skies
my heart tells my soul that you are the one in my eyes.
It could be magical like the fairy lovers' dance
only you never could give us the chance.
Your reasons feeble and your heart scared
knowing that you could fall if you dared.
Don't you know I would catch you and hold you tight?
I would lead you into the soft moonlight.
I read the lyrics and heard the song
tears falling down my face knowing all along.... | |
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Posted: 12/10/2005 5:58:37 PM | Nice writes, sad but nice holly...its been awhile..(vividdingo) | |
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Posted: 12/10/2005 7:46:36 PM | Near far
wherever you are
I will love you
Inside and out
My lover..like no other
You will be for me
A shoulder to cry on
A love to die for
A song I play for you.........
Solitary and calm
Storms buffet us
We lose nothing
In emotional shipwrecks
Always saved...safe
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Posted: 12/21/2005 10:25:47 PM | 4741
Beauty in Red
21 December 2005
Her look was alluring
her soul was charm
So inviting - meaning
her not in harm
Beauty in red - the
colour of auburn hair
Her body tender
in all of being fair
Those green eyes of face
that tell tale frown
That linger upon her lips
to dance - twirling her around
Captured - drawn in
a picture - her painting
Just to look at her
an outcome so exhilarating
“Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty, God hath shined.”
Psalms 50: 2 KJV
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She was Woman
21 December 2005
Heat was her heart
warm was her breath
Beauty was her existence
she was woman
Happy was her soul
red was her understanding
Colour was her complexion
she was woman
Yesterday was love
tomorrow was bliss
To share with her
she was woman
Close together
arms and bodies entwined
Their first kiss so divine
she was woman
“Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain:
but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.”
Proverbs 31: 30 KJV
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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