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Posted: 6/21/2006 12:19:09 AM | Heya Christopher:)Its good to see you breaking the rules  I enjoyed your poem bunches.Thanks for posting it here. I just felt like doing a tiny bit of writing before bed....so its spontaneous time again kids:)Sleep tight yall,Kat
In a diamond mine of thoughts
Pressure creates brilliance
With colours the envy
Of any artists pallette
Love holds hands in brilliant pink
Keep on painting and dont think
Feel the softness and gentle lines
Dont worry if this work of art is refined
By anyone elses definition
Its your life ,your painting
No need for revision
It may be Imperfect in someone elses eyes
I start to paint a lullabye
With satin amber glow of contenment
A line of antique roses represent
The fragrant blossom days I spent
Rocking my daughter to sleep
Ill paint that moment robins egg blue
The paint is soaking through
The paper,kissing the edge of
Your tender cheek,I wont speak
Brush by brush stroke
its all conveyed on canvas
As I paint a watercolour version
Of my life in poetry
You may never see what I see
A multiplicity of hues
Sometimes out of balance
Yet the way the shades blend
In this life is so fantastic
Time for the final touches
I wonder where my brush is?
But instead I reach for you
Now it seems in crimson blush
My cheeks are painted too | |
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| what the heck.. a few more on the spot writes before I zzzz :)
Posted: 6/21/2006 12:39:05 AM | My eyes rest ever dreaming
upon wildflowers in an antique vase
Do our lives resemble them
As we try to fill the empty space
That exists within the glass
A vessel made to contain
Our collected dreams that seem so vast
As I walk along the hillside
The dusk settles in shadows upon my cheek
In these soft spoken hours
I can barely dare to speak
A butterfly plays hide and seek
With the summer wind for fun
And sets sail for the sunset
Before the day is done
I stop to pick a daisy
In memory of this place
Is it just an illusion
As we try to place lifes face
Are we merely vessels
meant to be another place
Sometimes I feel like a flower
Trapped inside a vase | |
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Posted: 6/21/2006 1:11:37 AM | Kat, the trouble with that rule thing, bugs me over my second poem here and the lines of
Her South African beauty
her Canadian strength
Each eye, each apple
this prayer given in strength
I did not know I had used the word "strength" twice, until some hours later, when I read this poem again. Then I had a big think about it, in considering the only rhyme for 'Strength" was the word "length". In my thought I found it was best to leave things as they were. While I would value your opinion about the bottom poem and my 'double strength' write.
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Carried Forth
20 June 2006
Contentment,
honour, beauty
was this love
Her heart the soul
her being, beauty
Just to know
if to understand
With eyes a window
this mercy she does behold
Carried forth in open will
this desire, giving in kind
Such wonder, an enlightenment
would she love, would she take him to her side
Together content, apart in misery
was this love, and could it ever be
The Libra child is a born diplomat, a peace-loving sort who wants everyone to get along.
The Libra child can be fickle and indecisive at times, in having a tendency to see all sides
of an issue! A born mediator, he or she is a sensitive individual and likes to be shielded
from the unhappy side of life, at times content to live with illusions.
The Libra child loves beauty, colours, music, and the arts. If not talented in the arts, he or
she will deeply appreciate them. Libras often show a great sense of sympathy toward people
and are good at using tact. A Libra is likely to be an attentive listener who shows genuine
compassion for others.
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Carry Me Near
21 June 2006
Her South African beauty
her Canadian strength
Each eye, each apple
this prayer given in strength
Carry me home, hold me near
Guard my heart
take away that fear
For where was love
when you were born
Where was hope
when they gave me scorn
Where was beauty
that which she does hold
Where was glory
now I’m too old
Carry me back, carry me forth
Carry my love
and hold that near
No matter what, no matter fear
“Now faith is the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen.”
Hebrews 11: 1 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 6/21/2006 2:25:35 PM | ^Christopher,I appreciate that you value my opinion,so here it is:)I think all poetry thats written from the heart and has significant meaning to the writer rocks  I dont care if a poem is repetative or technically good.I write because I love it....Whether I have talent in anothers eyes or not is irrelevant to me ..Heres a spontaneous one from "show me what ya got:)
A mystical night
Viewed from her tower
The princess watches the sun
Unfold like a flower
With spun silken petals
And colour a flame
She stares out the window
And whispers the name
Of the one her heart misses
Even as she sleeps
Like a willow her heart
Begins to weep
Her tears fall like angels
From heavenly skies
Her eyes reflect memories
Of the long gone sunrise
She waits at the window
Of her tower so high
Alone like a butterfly
Whose forgotten how to fly | |
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| Never to be Lost
Posted: 6/21/2006 2:53:13 PM | I think that is the point Kat, in being the writer or poet, to find and be happy with what we do write and the way we write it. When my 'double strength' poem and my one that does 'live' twice, are just poems after all.
And in this field of expression, it has a selfish way of existing. We write for ourself, even for others to enjoy, yet thrive on feedback from that enjoyment to endure in our writing.
Nevertheless comes the judgement and that of the world of publication, and in that outlook, it could be said, that by posting a poem in a form, is a form of publishing ones work, or indeed making it public.
To do so should be a pleasure, and not an expectation of gratitude, however as to human nature, we want to know if our writing is good or not. The point being good enough for what or whom, or good enough just to be happy to have been the writer to begin with and maybe that is the important factor in all of this. Such double strength to live.
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Never to be Lost
21 June 2006
This mother, this child
oldest to her birth
The likeness, a mirror
such beauty adjoined
Each smile, bananas in taste
content, love, unity refined
This flavour of togetherness
an aroma of parental delight
For unto the morrow
neither in truth departed
Pain and hurt, a travail of happening
to know value was a badge well worn
This symbol of tranquillity
the pen to a page of ink
To look forward, to read back
A mind of thoughtfulness
never to be lost
“We pray for the daughters of Zion. May they be preserved in virtue, chastity, and purity of
life, be blessed with vigorous bodies and minds, and with great faith. May they develop into
true womanhood and receive choice companions under the new and everlasting covenant for
time and all eternity in thy temples provided for this priceless privilege and purpose. May they
too be privileged to enjoy as the fruits of their union a noble posterity which, we pray thee,
may be taught at their mother’s knee to believe in thee and in the divine mission of thy Beloved Son.”
(President George Albert Smith, dedicatory prayer of the
Idaho Falls Temple, USA [23 September 1945];
The Improvement Era, October 1945, 563)
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 6/21/2006 2:56:58 PM | When the magic is gone,
and love has faded,
the loneliness can be devastating,
and leave you feeling jaded...
But you must have faith,
and stay true to the course,
for soon you will discover,
there is little time for remorse...
Love is like a virus,
mutating with each infection,
changing to suit the needs that arise,
and from it there is no protection...
So enjoy life while you can,
you need not worry about the past,
life may be a play filled with idiots,
but the players are hardly cast...
Believe in yourself above all,
learn from the road that was driven,
become the person you want to be,
so that your love can be freely given.
Lobo Black
inspired by Lolly222 | |
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| inspired from above
Posted: 6/21/2006 3:14:15 PM | So it was Kat, how I read your own verses of verse, and from within me this came forth.
Yet another for the Kat-a-list as our pending anniversary of time gets ever closer as the days go by
After all, every poem I have composed in these past 12 months has a strong bearing on your own existence, as to my own, and how one July day in 2005, a true buddy was found.
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Clementine Upon the Wind
22 June 2006
Ahead was flight
yet what of wings
Was it this, nature was to provide
to fly forth and welcome joy
Whether in heights of a mountain top
or towers built by man
This beginning of time
as to hands touching in an ethos of hope
An electrifying reality, or a closing dawn
that sunrise, or summer held over from winter
Much to a flower in bud, a rose ready to open
toward the humble daisy, wildflowers to the wind
Dandelion seeds, or thistle tufts
one man’s weed, that of a woman’s love
Amour, a heart beating in relevance
Clementine, her fragrance in flight upon the wind
“In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose
depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are.
They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be.”
Hubert H. Humphrey (1911 - 1978)
US politician, Vice-President USA 1965-69
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 6/22/2006 7:57:43 AM | Morning everyone:)I hope youre all having a spiffy day so far Christopher~I absolutely adore your above poem,"Clementine upon the wind" I think its my all time favourite write of yours:)It rocks my socks Loboblack~Welcome to my lil corner of the poetry forums.Your write holds so much truth an inspiration .Im sure a lot of us can relate to your write:)Thanks so much for sharing Feel free to drop by anytime.Heres a little Mozartesque inspired write O mine..See yall later,Kat..ps ~lil prom waves rock 
Your unspoken hearts passions glide effortlessly over the keys
Fluttering fingers,like heavens breath on angels wings
Let me listen and become entranced
By the melodic sounds of your heart
And all that it encapsulates
As it breathes lifes fire into mine
Our souls hold hands through the timelessness of music
I am captivated,and enchanted beyond the moment,beyond the stars
I become more eternal as you weave your spellbinding tapestry
Your genius wraps around me,as fingers dance from key to key
Play your thoughts and deepest emotions for us to see
The music melts into me,becoming such a part forever
Music is such an inspiring lover
I am not one,without the other
It touches me in places noone else can
Reaching inward beyond what the world cant see
In perfect,timeless tapestry | |
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Posted: 6/22/2006 1:25:05 PM | thanks for being the great buddy you are:
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The Ugly Me
20 June 2006
So at last you get to see
this glimpse and view of the ugly me
All eyes untold, that truth within
at last you finally see, this grin
The smile that looks back
those words we do share
Finally that moment has come
the one that shows all in ways fair
With age against that word called love
yet all to bond in such grace
Today you look beyond
and truly see that face
So at last you get to see
this glimpse and view of the ugly me
The person who thinks of you in kind
finally that day has arrived, in this beauty to find
“And he that overcometh, and keepeth my works unto the end,
to him will I give power over the nations:”
Revelation 2: 26 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 6/22/2006 4:17:05 PM | ^Thanks for the post Christopher:)Right now its raining and I wanna play outside Ah well,at least I can run barefoot in the forums for a bit:)Hope all is well kids,Kat | |
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Posted: 6/23/2006 8:03:19 AM | The scent of a summer mornings
Still linger on my sheets
The ice is slowly wearing thin
From winter painted streets
Somewhere in the distance
Beyond the frozen window glass
The world looks purely angelic
White washed again at last | |
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| a new one:)
Posted: 6/23/2006 8:05:50 AM | The sun beats down, and there isnt any water in the well
I woke up several hours ago, and its still hotter than hell.
This is home, and I love it so dear.
But there was nothing in the brochure about the sun...
Being so near!
Heh... sorry, just had to drop in and say hey! | |
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Posted: 6/23/2006 8:11:49 AM | I stop to rest my thoughts beneath the shady apple tree
I aspirate the beauty of the fragrant flowered tranquility
Theres something so fragile about this day
And something so majestic about how the trees sway
A flock of summer songbirds are teasing summer wind
The golden wheat illuminates along a path thats wearing thin
From thousands of other travellers whose dreams have wound this way
Their souls finally awakened lucidly in time to play
I watch as heavens canvas is painted in sunset
The world becomes enchanted but the masterpice isnt finished yet
A languid splash of purple and a taste of etheral pink
This majesty soaks into my skin as I begin to think
This is the place my thoughts can play so free and openly
With the innocence of children seeking solace beneath the apple tree
Hope all is well yall..Have a super spiffy day,Kat | |
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Posted: 6/23/2006 8:21:41 AM | ^Heya CROSSFADE:)Thanks for the lil visit.Hope all is just nifty on your end.Your poem made me smile
One more spontaneous lil write
Can you fathom the wonder of a million stars
Heaven has never been very far
it exists in the smiles of the people we love
and washes our souls clean like innocent doves
It illuminates our futures still yet undefined
With the flutter of angels wings dancing through time
The echo of freedoms kiss is meant to remind
Heaven is closer each and every time
We do something nice and reach out a hand
Or let someone know with understanding we can
Still make a difference in spite of it all
When were chasing our dreams and encounter a wall
Just when it feels insurmountable,God makes it fall
Our futures at hand if we just dare to taste
The sweet kiss of heaven exisits every place | |
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| Everyone else is doin it....I want a thread too lol
Posted: 6/23/2006 8:30:06 AM | CHORUS 1:
THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO THEM EX’S, (AND TOO ALL THE FRONTING GIRLS ON PLENTY OF FISH)
AND TO ALL THEM OTHER ****ES THAT JUST ****ED WITH OUR MINDS.
VERSE 1: (DEDICATED MY EX-WIFE)
WHEN I FIRST MET YOU SHORTY, I AINT EVEN GONNA LIE,
ALL I EVER WANTED TO DO, WAS GET BETWEEN THEM THIGHS;
UP IN GREEN PARK, EVEN UP ON LONDON EYE,
I WAS MAKING YOU MOAN, MAKING YOU SWEAT, MAKING YOU CRY;
WE WERE COOL INTILL ABOUT THE FIRST YEAR,
I WOULD ALWAYS CATCH MY TEARS, YOU ALWAYS HAD YOUR REAR;
DAM THAT FIRST YEAR, BROUGHT THE PAIN, BROUGHT THE FEAR,
BROUGHT US HERE, NOW YOU TURNED IN TO THE WITCH FROM THE BLAIR;
****, I NEED TO BUY A GUN AND PUT YOU OUT YOUR MISERY,
**** ALL THE SHIT WE BEEN THROUGH, AND ALL IT’S HISTORY;
THOSE YELLOW TEETH OF YOURS, YOU NEED TO BUY SOME LISTERENE,
DON’T LOOK AT ME ****, I BOUGHT YOU A BOTTLE NOW IT’S HISTORY;
GOING THROUGH THE MALL, LOOKING FOR THE SMALLEST BRA,
DID SOMEBODY CHOP YOUR TITIES OFF, CUZ THAT’S AGAINST THE LAW;
BUT THAT ASS IS NICE, BUT I NAILED THAT TO THE WALL,
AND TO ALL THE GUYS WHO **** YOU, FEEL THE RESIN FROM MY BALLS.
CHORUS 1:
THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO THEM EX’S,
AND TO ALL THEM OTHER ****ES THAT JUST ****ED WITH OUR MINDS.
VERSE 2: (DEDICATED TO MY EX-GIRLFRIEND)
IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN, I PROMISE ON EVERYTHING I LOVE,
I’M BRINGING OUT THE GUNS, I’M BRINGING BOTH OF THEM;
I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR FAT ASS BOYFRIEND,
HE EAT’S TOO DAM MUCH, AND YOU MAKE****INTO A TREND;
SOMETHING TO PUT MY****IN, BUST A NUT IN,
TURN THAT ASS OVER, SLAP THAT ASS, WATCH IT START JIGGLIN;
ASS IS BOUNCING AND WIGGLIN, YOU JUST FINGERIN,
SCREAMING OUT, “SEAN, JUST PUT IT IN!!!!!!!!!!!”;
YOU SPEND MY ENDZ YOU STREET HOOKER, WON YOU OFF A HAND OF POKER,
THAN TOOK YOU HOME AND JUST BOOKED YA;
NOW I TOOK THE LEASH OFF, AND JUST UNHOOKED YA,
BUT YOUR PHINING THE**** LIKE FOOD PHINES FOR OPERA;
BUT NOW YOU WON’T LEAVE, AND I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE,
HOW YOU MADE MY HEART BLEED;
THAT’S WHY YOU GOT TO UNDERSTAND THE RAGE INSIDE OF ME,
THAT’S WHY I SAY **** YOU AFTER EVERY DAM THING;
BECAUSE YOU HURT ME ****, AND I AIN’T GONNA LIE,
I SAID YOU HURT ME ****, YOU LEFT ME HERE TO DIE;
I SAID YOU HURT ME ****, NOW I HOPE YOU F’N DIE,
I HOPE SOMEBODY, TAKES YOUR BODY, CHOPS TO PIECES, START TO MULTIPLY.
CHORUS 1:
THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO THEM EX’S,
AND TO ALL THEM OTHER ****ES THAT JUST ****ED WITH OUR MINDS. | |
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Posted: 6/23/2006 8:44:14 AM | BROOKLYNLUV~Thanks for dropping by.Some of your poem made me go and some of it made me The great thing about writing is we all express ourselves in different ways.I have to say,your write was an interesting switch from what I just posted Im all for anything that evokes emotion and shows what a persons feeling.You have a very unique style all your own, and I can appreciate that. Thanks for sharingMy door is always open to all,nomatter what type of style, rhyme or form anyone uses in their verses.I enjoyed the eclectic reads kids:)Have a great day yall,Kat | |
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Posted: 6/23/2006 5:15:50 PM | 5490
Mothers to the Wind
23 June 2006
I will always love you
just don’t let anyone tell you wrong
I will always like you, these words of hope
those to sing in our love song
For a heart is more than one
each number, each knock
Those turns of the key
an unlocking of the door
I will always love you
that will never change
Ahead a road, a path
this place of ever,
for God to arrange
Going home, captured deep
this love and understanding to keep
I will always love you
because finally I know what love is
“Honour thy father and thy mother: and,
Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.”
Matthew 19: 19 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 6/23/2006 11:05:52 PM | 5491
Carried Upon the Moon
24 June 2006
The mother of thy children
a captured heart
Shared in a bedtime story
carried upon the moon
To look above, upon a darkened sky
of this glow of distance between
Those same desires, yet different to seek
her heart, his love, shame to amour
One day, another in shadow
hours to that of ages between
Can love be cruel or kind
or was alone, alone, alas
The mother is thy children
a man without, would it be
could he indeed in “Hope” shout
A captured heart, just one moon
of a prayer and faith to forgive
“Spare a little candle. Save some light for me
Figures up ahead. Moving in the trees
White skin in linen. Perfume on my wrist
And the full moon that hangs over
These dreams in the mist”
Lyrics: “Heart” - These Dreams (B. Taupin/ M. Page)
from the self-titled 1985 album “Heart”
from the Group of Heart, and sisters Ann and Nancy Wilson
These Dreams was the band's first number one hit in the United States
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| Just having a cup O coffee and peeking at whats new:)
Posted: 6/24/2006 8:00:45 AM | Hiya everyone.Hope youre all having a super spiffy weekend.I just decided to peruse the poetry forums and check out whats new before my day gets in full swing.Poet~Thanks for the visit.I always enjoy reading your latest.Speaking of which,I think Ill write something new now just for the heck of it.Have a groovy day kids,Kat
A poem for someone I love dearly whose going through tough times.Mwah!
If I could bind the hands of fate
Just this once ...you know I would
Why some have to fight so hard
Ive never understood
With knighted sword, wielded against strife
I want to scream "enough" at life
Set your prisoners free,change their destiny
Give them just one chance
To share freedoms enchanted dance
Rewrite the ink worn pages
Of a long since tainted past
If I could change the outcome
Just this once for you I would
My hands are calloused from praying
"God please let him taste whats good"
Wielding knighted sword
I scale the castle wall
I see your weary soul so clearly
As I rise above it all
My tears fall like spring showers
As I try to drown your pain
A desperate attempt on my part
has failed yet again
"God cant you hear me when I call"
My hands are tired of hanging on
Now Im about to fall
Just this once please change the course
Of what is meant to be
Sometimes my unwaivering faith
Doesnt seem like enough you see
I cant carry the weight
My eyes are stinging now
And the sunset is painted much too late
Just this once for him
Can you bind the hands of fate
My hands are cold and calloused
And the time is getting late
Please rewrite his future
Let him taste whats good
I know I have no right to ask
But my heart cries out I should | |
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| giving hope to living
Posted: 6/24/2006 1:50:18 PM | I managed to read your poem Kat ^^^ and it got me thinking about Hope. And in my above posts, is the 'moon' poem and the word "Hope", as if right now there is a double meaning to that single word - given hope, faith and charity, and beyond doubt all three.
For I had seen a vision, I knew it, God knew it, and I could not deny it, for to do so would offend God in so doing. - (the quote might not be accurate, but those words have a significant meaning in my life )
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Hope in Chilliwack
30 December 2005
Where was Hope
at times of being in Chilliwack
This universal suffering
of both freedom and desire
Found along a highway
from Vancouver to heaven
A fashion of promise
and things never to break
To know in hope
there was family
and others to partake
These kind of laws
laid to the land
The British in Columbia
in ways Washington
never planned
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| Sometimes I just have to write:)
Posted: 6/24/2006 9:56:11 PM | Sometimes,late at night,I just get this overwhelming urge to write...so here I am again doing my 1am writing ^Thanks for posting that Christopher:)
This want
This need
This life
This love
Fits me
like an iron glove
this pain
this past
the circumstance
Barbed wired
Set me free to dance
These tears
your face
Amazing grace
the truth
rings out
most anyplace
so why
is it
so silenced here
Who lets fear win?
Not me
not you
Its something
wed both never do
Forget the words
giving up
If this
is a trial
that I must face
I say
Life
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| Sometimes I just have to write:)
Posted: 6/24/2006 10:20:35 PM | The fairytale princess
Escaped her lonely tower
Tore her dress in a briar patch
As she ran through a field of sunflowers
She tripped upon a long lost dream
And skinned her memory
Yet she kept pressing on
A fighter for her destiny
Poison apples dont tempt her
Like the fairytales of yore
And cinderellas ball
Doesnt cast the same magic anymore
She longs for something different
A story born anew
When shes finished writing it
Shell share the end with you
For now her legs grow weary
As the sunset bleeds again
A brilliant crimson canvas
A light in fiery red
Rapunzel let her hair down
In the story long ago
She wonders if the flowing mane
Conceals her so her scars wont show
There are no magic mirrors
And no need for snow white
She continues on her journey
And wont give up her fight
She has the strength of angels
And wonders if it shows
She grows a thousand gardens
With poetic verse divided rows
The fairytale princess
Sets her sweet soul free
Along a lighted hopeful path
of unwritten waiting destiny | |
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| Sometimes I just have to write:)
Posted: 6/24/2006 10:33:37 PM | I have to agree Kat, when in truth reading your poem made it for me a time to write.
So I stopped over and composed this right here to the pages of your thread.
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Hope in Canaan
25 June 2006
Dancing on barbed wire
as if the pain was piercing the skin
This desire to love, her in destiny to win
For what was love, where was Hope
this place in British Columbia to view
High upon heights of entity
looking in faith that unity of two
As if the caught was a gabble to thump
because she was all of loving to be
Of an auction of passion, priceless to bid
to carry forward that destination of charity
In a land called Canaan, this place of God
sure he knew more to future behold
Going forth, being there to desire
the story of two fishes and that call told
“Blessed is the nation whose God is the LORD; and the
people whom he hath chosen for his own inheritance.”
Psalms 33: 12 KJV
Hope is the name of a settlement
in British Columbia, Canada
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| Sometimes I just have to write:)
Posted: 6/25/2006 12:01:53 PM | ^Interesting , and uniquely expressive verse Christopher:)
The sound in the distance echoes just beyond the summers gaze
Im drifting dreamily and innocent in a childlike daze
The footsteps draw in closer like ballerinas on a stage
Dancing though life,pirrouetting on page
Can you hear the vividness of colours all around
My thoughts are finally resting as the day becomes unwound
Cloudless blue perfection of an azure painted sky
Wills my heart to open with tranquility as these days go dancing by | |
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