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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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Posted: 12/24/2005 8:32:14 PM | Nothing left, nothing to hide-
in the cold ash where fire
once lived cinders remain
as silent reminders of who
you were to me--my fingers
linger over rough surfaces,
gray tattoos of you ghost
their tips but fade with wear.
I would rise to gather wood
but the ash tombstone of us
draws me close as lover's arms
and I chill too long before this
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Posted: 12/31/2005 2:20:44 AM | To hear a stupid man bark...
To hear a small child cry...
What I love the most about you,
You have found the difference.
And you have done it with simplicity.
And have surmised the answer for both. | |
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Posted: 12/31/2005 12:07:01 PM | thank you all for keeping this thread alive.
Lots going on for me in 2006, maybe some writes will pop out of this 'melevolent sh*tstorm' (that be a crossfade-ism, but it just fits so well here).. Love y'all tons
take care and happy new year.
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Posted: 1/13/2006 6:45:17 AM | MOVING DAY
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Update.. I will have limited access to internet until the 21st (will only be checking email from the office until then).
New house needs a lot of work, so its probably a good thing that I don't have internet there yet!!!
Love y'all and talk soon ..
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Posted: 1/13/2006 10:42:43 PM | 4631
A Hand from A Far
06 December 2005
How untouchable was she
in her place of Langley
Where opinions were
what no one asked
And to share was all she knew
of a dedication in heart all to British Columbia
Her Canadian home of this universe she grew
North of Washington in the USA
and not far from White Rock
On this path from
Vancouver to Chilliwack
Both there and back
A warm smile - a pretty face
Where age was to grace
This untouchable girl
who had reached out
For was she really untouchable
for that remained in doubt
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 1/20/2006 12:57:00 PM | hiya holly hope the move went well
you probably dont remember who i am but hugs anyway
oh that didnt quite rhyme :P
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Posted: 1/20/2006 1:05:40 PM | 4931
Each Day Borne
18 January 2006
She was still beauty
on a Monday morning
When her blue green eyes did shine
her auburn locks a treasure
as to flames in warmth
While anger was her heart
unable to bury pain
Where her breasts were panting
to cusp of moonlit nights
Her hands and fingers
elegant to the touch
In her tallness of stature
yet in denial of those who knew
Forgiveness unselfish given
from places far apart
She was still beauty
each day borne
“And as we have borne the image of the earthy,
we shall also bear the image of the heavenly.”
1 Corinthians 15: 49 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 1/22/2006 3:13:39 AM | painfull memories all neatly kept in an empty glass
strike a match, throw it down, burn away the past
add a little gasoline, it will make a pretty glow
watch the years turn to ash and smoke, line the pictures up in a neat row
Its amazing what a person can actually do, when backed up against a wall
your attempt at intimidation didnt' work, this queen isn't quite ready to fall
Write down your bitter words of contempt then find yourself a new pawn
I'll have a plan before the ink dries, you went too far this time, and now i'm gone
Of all the brutal mistakes that you made, there is one that you should never forget
I'm not the one that's broken here, nor the one that lives in regret
I have moved on in every literal sense, I have found a new place to call home
No longer are the rooms in my heart cluttered with hurt from where you used to roam
I will thank you though, for the lessons I've learned through the 'love' you have shown
Know that with everything that you say, your cover is a little more blown
The match has burned my fingertips for the very last time,
I did my best, now i'm throwing the flame, I've paid more than enough for my crimes.
Waking up, I breath new air, in a house that I'll make a home
no longer are the rooms in my heart OR home cluttered..here you will never again roam.
There really is something to be said for a new start huh? | |
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Posted: 1/22/2006 3:44:21 AM | While one can but ponder over their sources of inspiration, at times all that is required is the trigger
I came here Holly and read your poem and ending up pondering over my own new beginning
After 10 months of on line contact with a woman in New Jersey, USA, I happened to have
composed more of my poems for than anyone in my living life. A sum of 300 works for her in 2005.
Many and of most featuring in the threads her on POF. One day she decides to shut the door
behind her, and destroy a wonderful on line association that was known as kinship.
Although she did follow me here and join this site in the process of what her and I once had
Then I agree Holly: "There really is something to be said for a new start huh?"
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Spanish for Love
23 January 2006
A new year starts - and what was
no longer does exist
When what was New Jersey
has drifted in ways further north
Gone were those American ways to spell
because Canada was this place of you
For in sadness old waves do depart
those beaches of Catalonia now baron
No more despair of her that was
when others more love do bloom
Each rose petal another in daisy to pluck
She loves me - she loves me not
as if she could ever love me at all
Spanish words of amor
made over to French
Drunk on her desire
this Nova Scotian Gal to quench
Cupid, Amor -- ((Roman mythology)
god of love; counterpart of Greek Eros)
The Spanish word for Love is Amor
The French word for Love is Amour
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 1/22/2006 3:44:47 AM | indeed there is PWC.. ty for your post, good to see you again :)
Stepping through a door that i can now call 'mine', it feels pretty damn good
No more listening to ****in and complaining, no more swinging moods
You think you're so wise, but made one fatal mistake that you still fail to see
You chose to ignore what I was capable of when you underestimated me
This life may beat me down to the ground, but it certainly won't win yet
I made my move, swiftly yes, but i did it without regret
Remember this when you sit alone wondering what that blur was that past by
It was me and my gems building our very own little castle in the sky
no longer bound to empty promises and a poisoned past
no more looking back, living for tomorrow, breaking free from the cast
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Posted: 1/22/2006 4:07:37 AM | morning starts, with a steamy encounter
no need to bring it to bed, we can keep it right on this counter
lips over the rim, tongue warms to its touch
waking up the senses, it's almost too much
mannnnnnnnn i 'love' my morning.. coffee.. | |
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Posted: 1/22/2006 4:43:35 AM | | hugsssssssssssssssssss neighbor bish!!! who'd ever thunk that i'd be moving into your neighborhood lmao.. well, basically your lap lol | |
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Posted: 1/22/2006 4:44:26 AM | a dash of sugar, a dollop of cream
and darkness fades, like a childhood dream
the aroma, the taste, ignites our senses
to face a new day, with no aprehenses
to take it all in, to savor, to swallow,
with no one to lead, and no one to follow
like steam rising upward, a free spirited dance
upward and onward - with nary a backward glance
new starts, new beginnings, new dreams, a new life
leaving behind. strains of sorrow and strife
onward and forward, exhuberant as a pup
when life starts afresh, like morning coffee in our cup | |
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Posted: 1/22/2006 5:28:19 AM | Out of Reach ~ Gabrielle
Knew the signs wasn’t right
I was stupid, for a while
Swept away, by you
And now I feel like a fool
So confused
My heart’s bruised
Was I ever loved by you?
Out of reach, so far
I never had your heart
Out of reach, couldn’t see
We were never meant to be
Catch myself, from despair
I could drown if I stay here
Keeping busy, everyday
I know I will be ok
But I’m
So confused
My heart’s bruised
Was I ever loved by you?
Out of reach, so far
I never had your heart
Out of reach, couldn’t see
We were never meant to be
So much hurt, so much pain
Takes a while to regain
What is lost inside
And I hope that in time
You’ll be out of my mind
I’ll be over you
And know I’m
So confused
My heart’s bruised
Was I ever loved by you?
Out of reach, so far
I never had your heart
Out of reach, couldn’t see
We were never meant to be
Out of reach, so far,
You never gave your heart
In my reach, I can see
There’s a life out there for me | |
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Posted: 1/24/2006 5:29:27 PM | | thanks for your posting, I have little talent with written word. But I am going through a similar situation. Your poem is moving Thanks | |
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Posted: 1/24/2006 8:37:31 PM | A tangled twist of nothingness
A motion left unstirred
Some lessons left at others expense
A thought without a word
We try to Love, and keep in mind
The things that matter most
Left unspoken, words will die ,our memories left to coast
So keep in mind that your friends are here
Some are far , and some are near, we love you all the same
Dont let him get inside your head, this time youll win the game
love ya chicky | |
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Posted: 1/25/2006 8:11:58 AM | Open and exposed, there's little to hide
Tired of trying, tired of working
To cure what's inside
The foundation's been laid, the wall's been built
Each brick has a purpose, a name
Shame, hurt, and guilt
We rise every morning, we smile and we kiss
No more talking, no more listening
Pouring out what we miss
I've talked so plenty, and never been heard
How many times do I say, do I speak
It's all the same word
I've poured out my soul, I've opened my heart
With optomism waited and stayed
Been faithful form start
But time has passed, the life I've not lived
Nothing has changed, nothing's grown
There's no more to give
The exhaustion remians, the holding it on my own
Holding it together, being strong for the sake
Together always, yet forever alone | |
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