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Posted: 1/25/2006 10:07:38 AM | A hundred years from now
it will not matter what my bank account was,
the sort of house i lived in,
or the kind of car i drove.....
but the world may be different because
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Posted: 1/30/2006 11:33:58 PM | 4774
Might of Niagara
25 December 2005
Like a prism of darkness
waters cascading over falls
This crescent-shaped cataract
violent to nature tamed in precipice
A steepness of cliff narrowing
to arteries of capillaries formed
This fallopian of parenthood
reaching out from a uterus to life
Waters glacial to treaty formed
thus gravity of lake toward lake
Erie to Ontario in downward flow
The mighty Niagara
a river classed as speed
Where not one - but two
in Canadian Horseshoe
and American do read
More than a division of State and Province, the Niagara River marking the
boundaries of Ontario, Canada and the New York state line, opening out
toward the land mass of the United States of America. Was formed when
melting glaciers resulted in natures creation of massive fresh-water lakes
[the Great Lakes] one of which [Lake Erie] ran downhill toward another
[Lake Ontario].
The rushing waters carving out a river in their descent and passed over
a steep cliff like formation [the Niagara escarpment]. Where the Niagara
Falls take their name, in being, in reality, two waterfalls with the Niagara
River flowing at approximately 56.3 kilometres/hour [35 miles/hour ]
in the cascading flow of the American Falls and the Canadian Horseshoe Falls.
Niagara Falls, city in the Regional Municipality of Niagara, south-eastern
Ontario, Canada, is a port on the Niagara River opposite Niagara Falls,
New York. The city overlooks the Horseshoe, or Canadian, Falls cataract
of Niagara Falls; the crescent-shaped cataract is 54 metres (177 ft) high
and carries nine times more water than its United States counterpart.
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 2/1/2006 9:02:27 AM | well done Christopher!!!
thanks sweety
Woodchuck, no idea why, i just sent you a message tho, try responding to that | |
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Posted: 2/1/2006 3:30:07 PM | For all of my life, my mother has had pen friends in Canada. Of that in the kitchen of
my parents home hangs a 2006 Canadian Calender. One of the pictures on that calender
is of the Niagara Falls. Yet the poem I composed about the Niagara Falls, was all from my
mind, with all of a few details know to me about there being not one, but two falls and
the direction of flow in relation to the Niagara River, from lake to lake.
Where my heart has been touched in the way my few words of a Niagara of the mind,
has given to others more than I am able to give in other ways. That those who have seen
and experienced the true taste of Niagara, find in my words those same images, I live in
ways unseen. Much to the depth of the "poet" in me.
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Posted: 2/5/2006 10:38:19 PM | Wipe your tears
Things aren't looking great I know
Just when you thought it was ok
Your back's against the wall again
and there is just one thing I want to say
Wipe your tears girl
It's not over yet
You have survived this much
There's still fight in you I bet
Who you are is a result of
experiences of yesterday
You are still around here now
so brace up and dont' you sway
You will get through this roadblock
This I can guarantee
Because of your drive and desire
for where you want to be
Just hold on tight
This is a hard fast ride
Look at life dead in the eyes
And don't you try to hide
Wipe your tears girl
It's not over yet
There is still fight in you I bet
Why things are so hard
is an answer I wish I knew
But one thing I am sure of
Something better is out there for you
Just resolve to keep on going
Give it everything you got
You will eventually hit the mark
You WILL hit the spot
And then you will know
That anything worth having
is worth fighting for
So when you are down
Remember these words
Just remember these words
Wipe your tears girl
It's not over yet
You have survived this much
There is still fight in you I bet
blue~rose 2006 | |
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Posted: 2/6/2006 12:50:21 PM | What is it about me
How is it that people feel free
To criticise the way
I live day to day.
What is it about me
That my life is constantly
Scrutinized and judged
And pronounced to be wanting
I did not ask for your opinion
I was not seeking approval
I mentioned that I was afraid
Nothing more, no plea for praise
No entreaty or begging
No bid for approval or absolution
Yet still I am told what to do
No more.....
I am not YOU
I am me, me
Take your imbecilic views
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Posted: 2/7/2006 2:46:23 PM | Bit by bit it escalates
This wanting to isolate, hibernate
So it begins....the cutting of strings
Not answering the phone
Wanting to be left alone
And those that persist in trying
Are met with vitriolic scorn......
A verbal warning
"Leave me alone" is not enough
To deter, to rebuff
Acid may stop the well meant concern
Why can they not learn
I mean what I say
Leave...GO AWAY
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Posted: 2/13/2006 7:57:09 AM | It’s a house, it’s not quite a home
A place to rest, but sleeping is hard in a bed alone
Roots pulled up, ripped from the ground
A new beginning, in a strange town
These walls don’t hold memories, they didn’t watch my kids grow
These rooms feel empty, they don’t share in the stories once told
The yard is big enough, but not where Jason skinned his knee
The playroom is bright, but it’s not where Billy learned to read
But it is a new foundation, even though there’s still building to do
We still have the same spirit, even though our surroundings are new
I’ll work till my back breaks, and I’ll do it alone
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Posted: 2/13/2006 8:35:30 AM | I understand that last write completly Holly... and I feel for you. But I also know that you of all people, can turn it into a palace that kings could only hope to have!!! I have left parts of me all over these States... rented walls... full of so many parts of my life. Walls I will never again see, nor shall never again gaze on me. Yet my life is ... well a circus act at best... but... its mine. Your new roots... are YOURS. Live them, learn them, know them, love them, as they will begin to do the same for you!!!
BTW.... was an amazing write!! .... again!! | |
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Posted: 2/13/2006 4:15:57 PM | Hey Hon....remember the Birds of Paradise???????
They helped my transition and now I am here in yet another place....but it is MINE.....and Jessica's. It is our home because we CHOOSE to make it our home.
Babes you are gorgeous and the only thing I worry about is....
Is Niagara Falls ready for you??????
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((Hugzzzzzzzzzz))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
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Posted: 2/17/2006 9:36:48 AM | | Holly... that last one hit the mark. Unbelievable. Spoke of turmoil but strength to overcome it, pain but determination to go beyond it, fire but willingness to be refined by it, and above all a boldness to take it head on. The past remains, the present lives, and the future holds awesome promise. Simply beautiful. A one of a kind write! | |
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Posted: 2/17/2006 10:44:53 AM | From another post I did on another thread...
Words are written...
We speak the words and find the time
To put them in ink and make them rhyme
These words are written.
We conjure them up and put them down
They makes us laugh and sometimes frown
These words are written.
They mean more than most and often than known
They speak of times happy and times alone
These words are written.
They come from the heart and from the head
From times experienced and visions dead
These words are written.
To speak them just doesn't mean enough
To share them is sometimes is too tough
So these words are written. | |
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Posted: 2/17/2006 11:09:26 AM | | always4some, thank you very much for your comments and your post. You're welcome in this lil corner of PoF anytime darlin :) | |
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Posted: 2/19/2006 5:12:42 PM | Doomed from the start, yet too perfect to fail
loves tangled mess, like a train about to derail
too many words spoken, all said from the heart
but few actions were taken to keep us from falling apart
heart strings pulled tawt, lead to bitter-sweet bliss
the lingering scent of your skin, the taste of your kiss
a rollercoaster ride of emotion, not really anyone's fault
without warning the ride came to a sceeching halt
left hurt and confused, how did this end
lost is my lover, confident and friend
emotions taken away, from my heart ripped
and I still don't understand how through my fingers you slipped. | |
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Posted: 2/22/2006 6:12:02 AM | | Thank you Holly. i was going to reply to your write above, but didn't want to intrude. Seems like that one runs from experience? It's very vivid. Yet another awesome write. | |
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Posted: 2/22/2006 8:14:35 AM | never an intrusion.. i put it out there, so feel free :)
thanks again for stopping in always4some | |
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Posted: 2/22/2006 9:11:38 AM | The rush of the start, the gold that's been found
All we can see at the moment, we don't hear every sound
The track has been laid, and the train's under way
It's the thrill of the moment, all that's seen is today
It's how it is when love begins, that emotion overpowering
Sets us beyond worry and fear, and the danger that's towering
Brings us up to full speed, and ahead at full tilt
Not concerned about the corner, it'll be what it wilt
But the train overtakes the project, the foundation of rails
They've yet to lay the iron, what is hasn't been nailed
Too fast and too soon, the train pushed it's way
Until it caught up to the workers, and plowed through the fray
Derailed and cars broken, the engine in disray
All left standing and pondering, what happened this day
But the work doesn't stop, the tracks must be laid
The engine repaired, and the worker's paid
So it is in life, when we love and we lose
We get back on the rails, and show who is who
But perhaps a bit slower, the engine we ride
More apt to take caution, and pace in our stride
It's not a bad thing, for it makes us just more
The one that we are, and what we are searching for
Each crash is just another, a lesson we need
Until we are ready, to handle the speed
But when we have learned, and experienced enough
It is then that we find, our engines will puff
We'll be in command then, the greatest of all time
The engineer and owner, of love's rail line | |
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Posted: 2/24/2006 8:42:46 AM | It’s been a blast folks, but it’s time to go :)
I’ve loved, lost, laughed and made some great friends. Life has a funny way of turning, and when it does you have to roll with it.
Good luck to all of you in your own personal search.
I will keep my profile up until this evening for those of you that wish to stay in contact and don’t have my info, and if you would like, I have another site location to post my drivel that is not a dating site, and you are all more than welcome to drop in.
Love to many of you
Holly | |
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