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Posted: 8/22/2006 11:08:26 PM | one thing about poetry Kat, is that we think things and then write it down
when at times I thing thinks and get it all wrong, so she is maybe the opposite of this
even if she does indeed have a heart of gold
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The Iron Maiden
22 August 2006
Her heart was like gold
yet cold and hard to find
A precious metal, soft to touch
yet as steel, in this iron rod to hold
Her soul was enriched
as to the land of Canaan she did live
Her name was beauty in the eyes of God
but who stole her heart, as to the Midas touch
A steam engine, a train transformed on rails
this Tania of Ontario, did she care
or were words, those to give in another way
Time taken, this love gifted in amour
no wonder there was a lock,
upon the heart of her door
Secrets told, affection given
but what of her, a maiden of iron
Maybe she would never know love
for did she understand what that was to give
“And it came to pass that I beheld others pressing forward, and they
came forth and caught hold of the end of the rod of iron; and they did
press forward through the mist of darkness, clinging to the rod of iron,
even until they did come forth and partake of the fruit of the tree.”
1 Nephi 8: 24 BOOK OF MORMON
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 8/23/2006 1:24:39 AM | 5638
Virtual Arms
23 August 2006
Somewhere in Ontario
was a heart’s breath
Each understanding
each silent pause
The rising, the sound
the softness of her breast
Beauty had a name
then so did she
A name to treasure
a name to triumph
Her name so fitting
for her name was
all beauty could be
Tania, sweetness
Tania, divine
Tania, your heart so warm
Just to hold you, just to reach out
Somewhere in Ontario, there you were
The rising, the sound
the softness of your breast
Virtual arms reaching out
in knowing Tania was reaching back
“Existence precedes and rules essence.”
Being and Nothingness (1943)
Jean-Paul Sartre, (1905 - 1980)
French author and philosopher
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| write the way I feel
Posted: 8/23/2006 6:35:38 AM | G'day Alis Kat - - You have a fine talent.. . Pickles.... Your daughter is fortunate to have you, as her mom!
I love this line :
"A multiplicity of perfection
Is frozen in the sky"
I wrote this a while back, thought I 'd post it again, here
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Blue chamber
I see you there,
Arms open wide.
Swirls around
your dark, nebulous soul.
You attempt to avoid
These eyes.
Sinking,
you touch the sweet scent.
Orchids,
Surround you,
Astounded you.
Their light, their
colours burn your eyes.
You pull back,
Receding into darkness,
your chamber of protection.
The light prevails.
Again,
Your fingers ache
feeling it’s warm glow.
There you sit,
As in a painting,
light bouncing in shadows.
Dancing particles,
Of white heat,
Indigo pearls
Swim in your blood
The taste of ambrosia
On your tongue,
The scent,
of a lover gone.
Images you see,
Holographic rainbows,
You swallow
Like smiles that taste
Of kisses on your tongue
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Posted: 8/23/2006 2:46:24 PM | 3059
Then there was Day
24 September 2003
Trapped in a night
without a storm
Yet cold and uninhabited
in an outer form
Such an illusion
like an image untrue
In desire tomorrow
aside the clouds
the sun will shine through
Caught in a dimention
other than the third
Of a parallel universe
where spelling was heard
A voice
upon a shoulder of hope
But hold fast of a
vision within scope
“IN the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. . . .
And the evening and the morning were the first day. And God
said, . . . Let the waters under the heaven be gathered together
unto one place, and let the dry land appear: and it was so. And
God called the dry land Earth; and the gathering together of
the waters called he Seas: and God saw that it was good.”
Genesis 1: 1, 5, 9-10 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 8/23/2006 4:01:10 PM | very nice wraithofangels. Love to read your talent. Such a moment I find myself feeling the same as you've written.
I guess I love poetry because others have felt the pain from within that I feel within sometimes and do not know how to express it. I find comfort in reading such talent in poetry.
Apoetwhocares: Your poetry helps me understand love, pain, joy, happiness.
Such WONDERFUL talent here!
maybe one day soon..I will pick up a pen and decide to write poetry myself as a way to help heal in all areas of my life. | |
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Posted: 8/23/2006 7:30:32 PM | Aww yay:)Its nice having so much company:)Welcome fellow poet fishies Oasis of love~Thanks for dropping by with your kind words of encouragement.One of the most beautiful things about writing poetry is its ability to touch us in the quiet still places where other things a times fail to reach.I love that about music and art as well.Im sure were all looking forward to reading some of your poems here.I know I am Holy cow Christopher:):) I love the poems you posted.I hope youre having an uber groovy day breathing~Welcome !Ive seen your work around the forums and Ive been admiring it from afar.I totally appreciate you gracing this thread with your enlightening and elegant verses.Feel free to kick off your shoes and hang out here anytime.I just wanted to say thanks to all of you for making the poetry forums such an awesome time Have a spiffy evening kids, Kat
*I just wrote this one a few minutes ago in the "show me what ya got thread"Thats always a great place to visit!:)
Fragile skin like a porcelain dress
Enshrouds this soul of mine
Im much more tender on the inside
In the place my heart resides
Some think Im unbreakable
Because I seem so strong
But only those who really know me well
Know that assumption couldnt be more wrong
I wear a gown of empathy
Each day when I get dressed
To feel the pain that others feel
In some ways I feel blessed
For I dont believe we truly love
or that is give our best
Until weve reached a place in life
Where we can help anothers soul rest
In the solace and the santuary
Of knowing another cares
Theres so much more to caring
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Posted: 8/23/2006 9:47:47 PM | Yes Kat, the more you write in the 'show me what you got' thread the smaller this one will become.
Then my life is upon the pages of this thread, and that is like a diary in some ways of the past year. Even those few pages I never posted on
Even if poems come to me at 3 am, like "Love's Reach" did
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Love’s Reach
24 August 2006
I built a fence, one my father made
Wires rusting, corrosion set in
Yet who would understand
what fifty seven years would do
Reconstruction, that surgery of the mind
each strand replaced, all in another line
But unlike a story book
unable to regain
Time had walked upon the land
the old replaced by the new
An alternative to tomorrow
however both love neither the same
One bride passing, the other to coming
looking for love, tranquil to desire
Not to fence love in
only to know love was within reach
The poem relates too and marks my own completion of a fence I constructed on my father's farm. Perhaps only a ordinary farm fence, with timber for posts and wires strung in between. Only this recent project, started on and completed by me over the past few weeks (and 24 hours), replaced a fence my own father built in 1949. The significance being at the time my Father had created his fence, this was shortly after he was married in May 1949.
Now the fence my father constructed 57 years ago, is no more, as I pulled down what remained and in its place, created my own version, of a new fence to take place of the old. Also although planned for many months, and only just completed, in the life of this project. In the midst of this my Mother died in March 2006.
While I am single, never been married, and still seeking that day of my own, should love truly cross my path. A friend of mine (of the overseas, on-line variety and found through the pages of these forums) said to me, perhaps this new fence with be an omen. I can only but wonder, will my own memorial of time, be just another fence, to contain the stock within it realm, or is this a symbol of a new tomorrow.
and this one is some thing else again, perhaps too much daily fish mail to some people results in this kind of outcome. Then I have been told never to deny my inner-voice, its right to speak out
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Ways Next to You
24 August 2006
When life was extra special
and your heart was there to bare
When life was everything to live
and your heart was there to share
One droplet of reign, a fountain of love
this gathering in kindness, your hand to hold
Would there be that day, that day of unity
a time when your eyes and age will match all told
Beautiful woman, an enchanting one
was there love, was there heaven to adore
For you were the embers of a flame
the softness of a blossom, brand new
Tania, sweet Tania, again your name
this life being extra ordinary and special too
Was there three words to say
or was it just being humble
in ways next to you
“Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the humble: thou wilt
prepare their heart, thou wilt cause thine ear to hear:”
Psalms 10: 17 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 8/23/2006 11:58:11 PM | ^^"Yes Kat, the more you write in the 'show me what you got' thread the smaller this one will become."
The poetry forums are like all of our threads:)I dont see this one as mine,or "show me" as "someone elses" ..I dont see where posting my poems all around the forums,takes anything away from this one.As a matter of fact,I just composed this next poem in justdifferents thread ,and posted it there first.:)Have a spiffy night Christopher and thanks for sharing more of your spiffy verses here.Im off to bed soon.Nighty night kids,kat
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Posted: 8/24/2006 12:00:24 AM | Can you fit a butterfly back into a cocoon
Once her wings have blossomed
Or will you try to break those too
With no care for the colours
She is awashed brand new
In childlike perfection
Does it mean anything to you
The harsh words they ring out
And slowly tear her wings
So he tucks herself in again
And awaits the coming spring
This little golden butterfly
Now feels she has no choice
But one day shell ascend in flight
And you will have no choice
But to hear her cry of triumph
Instead of painful tears
As she becomes a woman
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Posted: 8/24/2006 12:31:27 AM | I must have forgot the emoticon on my above post 
5641
Dreams to Address
24 August 2006
Your words breathe on my heart
they provide me with breath
Every moment, every letter
over and over as to life
A soul, a kind smile
this distant love brought close
So why should destiny be selfish
a poet and their dreams to address
A voice whispering, breath to a heart
every moment, one of forgiveness
Another in giving back in kind
to know of such thinking, one to another
Some day maybe the shadow will rest
as together in the eyes of God
Under the moon, we both can see
side by side, distance never apart
“Thou hast given him his heart’s desire, and hast
not withholden the request of his lips. Selah.”
Psalms 21: 2 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 8/24/2006 3:17:01 AM | | Hi Kat! You are very welcomed! Nice writes! Simply enjoy your writes and many other talents here. Touching. I find my feelings through poetry and music. I suppose it's harder for me to express right out. But poetry and music say how I feel or am. Keep up the wonderful work! | |
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Posted: 8/24/2006 9:23:11 AM | Thanks, Alis Kat - - tried to e-mail you?
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A quiet day
I sit
Watching the wind
She sings,
Stories from her past
Her memories
The sound of rain
The stillness
Of her breath
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Posted: 8/24/2006 10:27:24 AM | Hiya everyone.I just popped in for a sec to check email and say hi:)breathing~I dont think there should be any reason why your mail wouldnt go through.I checked to see if there was anything from ya and I didnt see it.Ill try to send you a lil message and hopfully we can start correspondance that way.Thanks for posting another beautiful write:)Christopher~I figured your above comment was said in jest,since I know you so well,but sometimes things get miscontrued when there is no voice inflection to accompany someones words/statements...All is groovy my friendSuch elegantly poetic and heartfelt writes from you:)Oasisoflove~I really dig your screen name.Thanks again for your uplifting words.Comments are always appreciated,Feel free to pop by any time.Ok kids,I have tons of stuff to do today,so I better hop to it.Have a nifty day,and Ill try to drop in later tonight..Hugs all around,Kat
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Posted: 8/24/2006 7:57:51 PM | Hiya Kat! 
Running On Empty
Letters, floating, in an empty place.
Won't come together...repel my embrace.
Blank page...wickedly laughing at me.
Corners of my mind...collecting debris.
Think...think...crickets are chirping.
Can't thread words, on a string.
Where did this emptiness come from?
And, why do I feel so numb?
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Posted: 8/24/2006 9:10:47 PM | 147 PAGES LONG!!!
Kat you're a real sweetheart
A clever poet too
You really caught me by surprise
I really never knew.
You told me in a funny note
Little thread so strong
You failed to mention that you wrote
147 pages long!!!
I have a little thread said Kat
Some poems that you can read
For if I start this off the bat
A day is all I'll need!
- Erik -
hahahaha that was cute. I have a little modest poetry thread Erik. You should check it out! hahaha Okay NOW I have a bunch to read! Sheesh! hahahaha,... funny gal as well as a good writer! Awesome! | |
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Posted: 8/24/2006 11:55:15 PM | 4190
Heart of Good
20 August 2005
Your Amazing
You Rock
Left right and forward
skip - jump and hop
How happiness is happy
and sadness can get you down
Then there was no reason to question
true friendship and stop to frown
One guy and one girl
ten thousand miles into the breeze
To comfort—too seek
two in understanding cease
With no wrong foot to measure
given to yards in inches to count
Thirty Six reasons to be kind
good hearted to any and of all amount
"A friend is always a special link to have
like a chain of unified fellowship
Then a friend can also be someone you feel you are betraying
only to know they have given their blessing for betrayal"
Christopher W Herbert, 15 March 2005
"There are different levels of love and the interpretation of love.
Where just to love a friend for being a friend is enough to love"
Christopher W Herbert, 17 March 2005
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 8/25/2006 12:03:54 AM | | Hiya kids:)I hope all is super spiffy with all of you.Christopher~I really enjoyed your above poem.Thanks for sharing it skjoldhus~Erik,Im glad you followed the bread crumbs and found your way to this thread Your write was very charming and cute.yep..I dig it Thanks or dropping by,and feel free to share your work here anytime.I really enjoy your thread too Open Book~How in the heck are you Jason?Its been such a long timeIm so happy to see you writing again.Thanks for sharing your poem.Ive had nights like that too,so I can totally relate to your poem.I hope all is just nifty with you:) Im going to peruse the archives and see if I can find something to post.Its a little too late tonight for me to write anything new...or would that be early?I think I hear birds chirping Hugs all around,Kat | |
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Posted: 8/25/2006 12:10:18 AM | When I was a little girl about 5 years old,my older brother used to have a classic rock band in our garage .I remember falling asleep at night to the sounds of Led Zeppelin,Pink Floyd,Neil Young,and a bunch of other groovy bands.Anyway...Ive always loved Neil youngs music, and the lyrics to this song are pretty amazing..so enjoy
Neil Young~Like a hurricane lyrics
Once I thought I saw you in a crowded hazy bar,
Dancing on the light from star to star.
Far across the moonbeam I know thats who you are,
I saw your brown eyes turning once to fire.
You are like a hurricane
Theres calm in your eye.
And Im gettin blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but Im getting blown away.
I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream,
You could have been anyone to me.
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip.
You are like a hurricane
Theres calm in your eye.
And Im gettin blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but Im getting blown away.
You are just a dreamer, and I am just a dream.
You could have been anyone to me.
Before that moment you touched my lips
That perfect feeling when time just slips
Away between us on our foggy trip.
You are like a hurricane
Theres calm in your eye.
And Im gettin blown away
To somewhere safer where the feeling stays.
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| Rust Never Sleeps, and poets poet anyway
Posted: 8/25/2006 1:13:50 AM | 5645
Next to the Moon
25 August 2006
Somewhere
on a distant star,
this light did shine
This place in her heart
right next to the moon
Just to know her heart was full of love
this beauty of destination found
Age old traditions, or was this
in the eyes of God, a prophet foretold
Her understanding that to redeem,
just to look into her eyes,
just to reach forth and know
Would it be that day together
never, never to depart
God created love, but did
He make it possible to forgive
The pain of separation,
a longing of togetherness
Just to understand that day,
the day love would be true
“We choose to go to the moon. We choose to go to the moon
in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but
because they are hard, because that goal will serve to organize and
measure the best of our energies and skills, because that challenge
is one that we are willing to accept, one we are unwilling to
postpone, and one which we intend to win, and the others, too.”
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963 assassinated)
35th President of the United States of America, (1961-1963)
Moon Speech, Rice Stadium, Houston Texas, September 12, 1962
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 8/25/2006 4:00:49 AM | 5646
Delight Entwined
25 August 2006
To know your name
and view your face
A face of hearts, cards in red
A favourite colour
as to being January breed
Never a stale loaf
always sweet in kind
Those blueberry muffins
tender and loving to taste
Beauty was all your soul
your tantalising being
those days forth in time
For you were everything
a woman of arms
of delight entwined
A woman of arms of delight entwined
a woman of beauty debonair of mind
A woman, all in being a woman
tender, mild, sweet and kind
“And it shall come to pass that whosoever doeth this shall be found
at the right hand of God, for he shall know the name by which
he is called; for he shall be called by the name of Christ.”
Mosiah 5: 9 BOOK OF MORMON
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 8/25/2006 5:30:11 PM | Waking
Entwined till morning's light,
we sigh in that most heavenly
embrace where passion's delight
lingers in ebb and flow of sea's
treasures unwrap by tide's retreat.
So, we kiss and cuddle, and meld
in that place where sky meets
water; a seamless lover's weld,
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Posted: 8/25/2006 11:52:48 PM | Hiya everyone:)I hope youre all having an absolutely fabulous weekend so far Dingedarmor~You know it makes me so happy when you share your poems here. Ive missed reading the beautiful tapestries you weave with your poetic words.You above write is no exception my friend.Thanks a bunch for the visit,and I hope youll drop in again soon Christopher~Thanks for posting your wonderul verses here:)I have much respect for your great and awesome writing talent.Ill be mia from the poetry forums from Sunday until at least next thurdsay,but Ill be back posting writes again soon after that Im sure.Ill try to swing by tomorrow and say hello.Wonderful writes gents! Have a groovy weekend kids:) Kat
* my latest writes from "show me what ya got"
Grandfather clocks remind me of the days
Of climbing in the elm
How the pendulum would sway
Like golden chamber music
So luminous in song
The carfree childhood summers
Can days really last so long
I remember with enchantment
As I passed by it in the hall
When we were merely children
And time didnt matter at all
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Painted seas of ice
Wind grips me like a vice
I tremble in the white wind cold
My bones ache like Ive aged ten fold
I try to hang on to the mast
But my fingers are so frozen still
Into the icy depths I fall
As I succumb to the oceans
Swan song call
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Posted: 8/26/2006 12:03:25 AM | 3451
Pretence of a Pretender
29 December 2003
No matter how much you love her
no matter how much you want to cry
There comes a time in love
when being there was a big ask to try
For this was a way often
giving up upon loving felt
To God on his knees
he prayed in relation
to a deal dealt
On a path far from
endurance or even pretend
But was this not an inventory
God did to earth Jesus Christ send
In meaning additional in verse
making claim in ostentations preterit
Yet was judgement a presupposition
or purely a ruling of embellished merit
“And since man had fallen he could not merit anything of himself;
but the sufferings and death of Christ atone for their sins, through
faith and repentance, and so forth; and that he breaketh the
bands of death, that the grave shall have no victory, and that the
sting of death should be swallowed up in hopes of glory; . . .”
Alma 22: 14 BOOK OF MORMON
5648
Daughters of Kind
26 August 2006
On a time long to pass
in a man’s quest for love
As unto Canaan, and desires set
this man, this love, those daughters of kind
Given over to what could or could not be
Libra and Capricorn and oceans of the sea
Provinces of hope, or even doubt
of a village heart captured in face
Sweet and beauty, kindred and gentle
much as to the fairytale to dream
Romance, love, whatsoever word called
neither to have, and against second best
Rachel and Leah, sisters of heart
older and younger, age merciful to decide
The fire next to a burning bush,
each brush a hair of faith
“And Laban had two daughters: the name of the elder was Leah,
and the name of the younger was Rachel. Leah was tender eyed;
but Rachel was beautiful and well favoured. And it came to pass,
that in the morning, behold, it was Leah: and he said to Laban,
What is this thou hast done unto me? did not I serve with thee for
Rachel? wherefore then hast thou beguiled me? And he went in
also unto Rachel, and he loved also Rachel more than Leah, and
served with him yet seven other years. And when the LORD saw
that Leah was hated, he opened her womb: but Rachel was barren.”
Genesis 29: 16-17, 25, 30-31 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 8/26/2006 9:46:33 PM | I am hanging my heart up to dry...
fighting tears...I simply won't cry...
Onward and upward...I have living to do...
Just a little more lonely...a 'me'..without you.
dar........
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Posted: 8/26/2006 11:58:30 PM | Hey kids.Ill be mia for the next few days,but I just wanted to pop in and say thanks for posting such nifty writes.:)Dar 50~Its always spiffy to see you here I hope all is groovy with you.Thanks so much for sharing your heartfelt write.We should do some catching up soon.Its been way too long Christopher~I appreciate you visiting and sharing your poem here with all of us.You rock  Have a great day tomorrow kids,and the next ones to follow.Love yall Kat | |
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