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| MIa for a few days:)
Posted: 8/27/2006 12:06:51 AM | Button by button
My thoughts come undone
Enchanting desire
Come here
Let me show you
Everything I need to express
Its raw and its real
Pure white innocence
Can you feel the longing inside of me
Lips parting
Not to speak
Barely breathing
Knees buckling
Weakness
Bliss
Come here
I want to kiss
Your thoughts
And captivate you
Hold you with my eyes
Entangled in the sheets
Until morning greets us
With her sweet veiled smile
Sunlight will filter in
Skin on skin
Barely moving
Such a tease
On my knees
Please Oh please
take me there again
Be my lover and best friend
Come here
Lets cover up the silence
Drown it in screams
Passion,lust and moonbeams
Naked
Skin on skin
Im falling into you
The night is wearing thin
But the stars never seem to fade
Everything sparkles
In the innocent shade
Of these clean white cotton sheets
Heartbeat
breathing in tandem
Tantric
Sweet kiss
Such bliss
Imagine this
Come here:)
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| MIa for a few days:)
Posted: 8/27/2006 12:10:27 AM | ^^I was,um,having a moment  ..now,back to your regularly scheduled poetry program O:)
Through the lens I see perfection
Black and white frozen stillness
Everything becomes eternal
In my eyes..
And through my vision
True loves recognition,or a babys first breath
That can never fade away
Not even after death
Never again will a moment die
Never again a good bye
Nothing can fade away,or become a distant memory
Time is no longer the enemy
When things are captured forever
Holding our thoughts in an intricate web
Thats woven together
A tapestry of photographs a quilt of forever
Living breathing dreaming art
Frame by frame
Frozen still
A dream within a dream
My black and white world fullfilled
All is is frozen in perfection still
Captured in sweetest affection
According to an artists will
When through my camera lens
Your dreams are bathed in light again | |
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| MIa for a few days:)
Posted: 8/27/2006 1:19:18 AM | ^^^I think I remember that "button by button" poem Kat, and a certain discussion we had in relation to that poem , then trying to find the original copy of the poem in this thread, is like seeking out a needle in a haystack^^^
5651
The Truth about Tania
27 August 2006
Once it was so
as if you never were
Then again, we were both
always in that place
A place of piece, a place to pre-exist
as if there was more to tranquillity to claim
Those tantalising moments, in your heart
the way your words were few
But what of yesterday,
in its awesome embrace
Did God create the universe, or was that faith
Many years, many days and hours
yet in an instant comes but death
Once there was just me
but now there is you
Once there was not truth
only now that was true
“For his merciful kindness is great toward us: and the
truth of the LORD endureth for ever. Praise ye the LORD.”
Psalms 117: 2 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares
5652
One Warm Heart
27 August 2006
Two naked bodies
one warm heart
In rhythm of beating
side by side
As if in unison
two combined as one
Two souls
two spirits kept
Close enough to face reality
near enough to touch
One scent emerged
all gathering to the wind
The wolf and the vixen
man and woman in love
For who gave, could never take away
their child, the children to be born
Where birth was a natural subterfusion
of a unity gifted in sentiment expressed
“And they were both naked,
the man and his wife, and were not ashamed.”
Genesis 2: 25 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares
5653
The Eh in the Bee Cee
27 August 2006
Was she - one, two, three
as Eh, Bee as Cee
Her beauty, a kind smile
those words of elegant choice
Her heart, her hand, her lips to kiss
unto those moments in life to rejoice
A painted smile of sacrifice
beauty scanned from the sun
Just to look into her eyes
and know, she was the one
But only, yes there had to be
that imperfect moment, not perfect as such
Not that she was in the Netherlands or even Dutch
Words of sacrifice, words dedicated in her name
Carolyn and the archer, this Cupid to aim
The Eh, in the Bee, Cee
the one in the twenty three
The South African diamond from Canadian soil
oh to have those riches, the riches of oil
When in her eyes there was more to be told
nevertheless, there was age, beauty
and a distance to encounter from days of old
“And he said unto me, It is done. I am Alpha and Omega,
the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst
of the fountain of the water of life freely. I am Alpha and
Omega, the beginning and the end, the first and the last.”
Revelation 21: 6; 22: 13 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| See yall in a few days:)
Posted: 8/27/2006 9:59:58 AM | I had a few free moments so I decided to visit again:)I just love reading all of the latest poems in the foums.You guys rock.Christopher,I totally dig the vibe in your above poems.Thanks for the visit.Ok kids,have a nifty day,and see yall in a few days,Kat 
Spring has finally escaped
Fully blossoming
In the languid arms of summer
Did you see her standing there
This beguiling woman child
With flowers in her hair
her smile captivated me
Almost begging me to play
Im barefoot and dancing
With wild reckless abandon
It seems my heart will overflow
She cradles a violin beneath her chin
Like a newborn child
About to share its first cry of freedom
With the world ...bow carressing string
As her Eyes carress my soul
Woman child dont you know
You radiate a long lost dream
I once held closely long ago
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| See yall in a few days:)
Posted: 8/27/2006 2:25:30 PM | hey, all you guys on here rock1 I'm feeling pretty giddy that I've found some folks like myself and a stage such as this one. Safe and sound. Thanks for sharing your stuff with the world here. :)
My friends marvel for me to tell
I’ve memorized them all,
Those frigates of the evening-drifting-
Anchorage and all.
They’re written of in morning papers-
Docked at quiet coves,
With names of myths and pioneers,
And brokenhearted loves.
They’ve carried cargo down the Fraser
And through the Mezzinines,
Sailed east in the Atlantic,
And paused at moors of acres green.
And if they’re ever heard of
Like Bluenose on the dime,
Maybe they’ll add more freight
To the corridors of time.
But I won’t be getting paid then,
‘til Emily and I
Go wand’ring – through the gables green-
Into Eternity.
-Daz | |
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| See yall in a few days:)
Posted: 8/30/2006 10:39:44 PM | You would be surprised what you'll write here and share. I know I've left my heart out bleeding on a ledge...and I'm still here....
walking
I always feel like I'm walking
to a forgotten song
it is a part of me
it is
ripping
tearing
becoming me
it is a destructive part
of me
who I am
don't you see
after all this time
don't you see
I can't even understand
this part of me
and yet I still ask
what has become
of you
and
me
why do I ask???? | |
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| Was wrong ever right
Posted: 8/31/2006 1:24:17 PM | 5655
Never Ever Wrong
29 August 2006
Was wrong ever right
or right ever wrong
As unto the full moon
there comes those howling songs
To love, or be in love
but not know what love is
To walk upon those stepping stones
and not fall or slip along the way
To arise in the morning
visions and illusion on the mind
Would anyone know love
when love was so far away
Distance to the disorientated mind
miles or kilometres measured
For without love, or a blindness to see
right was always right, and wrong
was never ever wrong
“And thine eye shall not pity; but life shall go for life,
eye for eye, tooth for tooth, hand for hand, foot for foot.”
Deuteronomy 19: 21 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| Was wrong ever right
Posted: 8/31/2006 3:40:12 PM | Kat--Just catching up. Many good writes. Msg 3678---I enjoyed that a lot, such great imagery. I guess every one gets lost in a moment every now and then. I know I do. But a very enjoyable write. Hope all is well, my friend.
“A song for the soul”
Can I sing you a song
Listen with your soul
Have not a thought in mind
Close your eyes and lose control
Let the lyrics caress you
Release the frustrations that reside
Listen to the sweet harmony
Let it echo deep inside
The chorus is of angels
The innocent voice of a child
A gentle flowing rhythm
Like a brook’s current ever so mild
Listen to the lyrics
For they are calling your name
Whispering in perfect harmonics
Release all anger and blame
Let tranquility fill your heart
Serenity fill your soul
Let placid visions fill your mind
Let go the inhibitions that control | |
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| more write than ever
Posted: 9/1/2006 12:31:58 AM | 5664
Halo Upon Your Heart
01 September 2006
Just a smile, a smile from you
This smile, the enlightening
of your heart to see
But was it just a smile
or was there more
from your child inside
This beauty, your reality
all those things God did provide
A warmth, a true beginning
that light held to your soul
So many questions, and only one answer to give
Could God provide love
or would love always be that shadow
For was it only a smile, or much more in your eyes
Oh to know the flesh, to touch and hold you close
Then your smile would be that glow
the halo upon your heart
Everything you were
this smile from inside to show
“The earth hath travailed and brought forth her strength;
And truth is established in her bowels;
And the heavens have smiled upon her;
And she is clothed with the glory of her God;
For he stands in the midst of his people.”
Doctrine and Covenants 84: 101
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| Busy as heck lately
Posted: 9/2/2006 12:54:41 AM | Christopher,dazzy,lyricmuse,and justdifferent~Thanks so much for sharing your poems .Things have been uber busy around here lately,but I wanted to let all you kids know,that even though I dont always have time to post lately,I do peruse the poetry forums and read the latest writes as often as I can.I havent really had time to write anything new ,so here is one from the archives,Thanks again for posting such wonderful writes:) :) Enjoy the long,spiffy weekend yall! Kat
Fireflies
Illuminate my childhood memories
Dancing on a summer breeze
magical,innocent flashing lights
beauty of a languid night
Star strewn skies
And sprinklers on summer lawns
These days are not far gone
I remember running home
Before the streetlights would hum
I recall holding my teddybear
I felt so safe and warm
A thin shield of glass and billowy curtains
protecting me from summer storms
Out of the family album
Another memory is born
I remember sticky fingers
and popcorn balls
Cotton candy pink and blue smiles
And the way the grass felt
between my barefoot toes
Who knows
How many miles it would be
To go back to that place
In my own childhood history
All I have to do is close my eyes
And Im right there
In the arms
of my mothers lullabyes
As lightning bugs dance
In a midnight velvet sky
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| caution tight rope walker
Posted: 9/2/2006 2:04:55 AM | 5670
Living on Love
02 September 2006
Like a string on a tight rope
there was your care and your love
Yet what would become of the broken hearted
to be left alone, far from kind in ways to seek
As if you were tomorrow
and yesterday had just began
Where the flame was in your eyes
but the destination was unavailable
This placement of time
where you and I would greet
As if every day previous was never there
the day the sunlight and sparkle gather
to add an additional shine to your hair
Then we would both know in our hearts
this associating created to dwell
Making a living on love
No more hunger, no more pain to endure
because next to you, I would indeed share
The day of today, the day when time began
because into your eyes to see
I would indeed look and know I can
“What becomes of the broken hearted
Who had love that's now departed
I know I've got to find
Some kind of peace of mind, maybe”
Lyrics: What Becomes of the Broken Hearted
1966 hit recording as performed by Jimmy Ruffin
(Born: 07 May 1939 in Collinsville, Mississippi, USA)
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| Left at an intersection, right toward Ontario
Posted: 9/2/2006 2:57:56 AM | 5666
Heartfelt at Rest
01 September 2006
Left at an intersection
right at your heart
This sunshine of spring
the fall of amour
Seasons to ponder
seeds to sow
An understanding reached
in moments pleasing from within
As night closes and you’re at rest
those dreams transfer into your mind
Where in a land far away, another did wake
this essence of aroma, captured to submerse
Where your eyes were frames of vision
that delight of knowing of you
Left at a crossroad, right in faith to progress
this gathering within your soul
a spirit heartfelt and at rest
“And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove!
for then would I fly away, and be at rest.”
Psalms 55: 6 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| Evening at the Idle Hour
Posted: 9/2/2006 7:28:27 AM | Evening at the Idle Hour
One Friday, like addled magi
bearing bribes, February brought
a warm breeze, a sapphire sky.
And to give thanks for a fine day
in the midst of a grim winter, I lofted
glass to what gods of spring
I could remember and conversed
with Mary O'Connor, as grand
a madam and keeper of the sacred spirit
as ever left the old sod. She said,
"It was just such a day as this,
some sixty years ago, when herself
was driven to whoredom and a fine
profession it was, before those godless
politicians, with their lawyer tricks, stole
Rachel's Pleasure Emporium and renamed
it a massage parlor; it was the devil's
own massage they gave. And what,
with the competition being what it was,
they hounded us poor women
from our God given labor--
terrible times of for an honest whore!"
Pointing to me, she cried,
"And now, with all this talk
of stars and moons and romance,
dear Suzy says she's retiring;
and her, the only whore between me
and the poorhouse! You forgot
love's business is the business of love!
Money makes love, not fine words."
Turning, she sang out, "Belly up
to the bar, boys. You wouldn't want
an old woman to starve now, would you?"
At one snow began falling; by three
it shrouded sidewalk, shrub and car.
Mary made last call; nudging me,
wanting to know if Suzy could
warm a fine fellow, such as the poet,
himself. I replied that I'd pay love's coin
with words portrait of true feelings,
and buy more than a reprieve from a cold
night. She laughed and then observed:
"It's a cold bed you'll be keeping --
and many a night too, lad. You've
bought the idol lie of love and love
the lie to the point of being its prophet.
God help you see the truth before
you're old and lonely and miserable.
Come, Suzy, let's put the boy in the cold
and close this place for another night."
I stepped into the night, the snow crisp
and crunching beneath my boots.
Twenty years or more have passed
since that night and I wonder if Mary,
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| Evening at the Idle Hour
Posted: 9/2/2006 3:00:05 PM | Faith and begorrah! What chance do we mere speakers of English have against you Irish with your gilded tongues!
Man, but this was GOOD! Slantche (excuse my spelling, or correct it for me). | |
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| Everyone else is doin it....I want a thread too lol
Posted: 9/2/2006 3:16:22 PM | ok.. i call this 'gods harmony'
compressed down deep, feelings i never knew, one summer morning watching the sunrise over an endless ocean, up come these thoughts of life,feelings of understanding,a warmth inside i have never felt,like god himself was there telling me i will get through this look around u i am everywhere,but yet there i only feel him like that,the smells the scenery, nature taking hold of my soul,i believe the acean holds many secrets, in my mind i am free there,free to see and feel what i long, birds fly n over head while a few tip toe across the shore line,the soothing sounds of waves crashing at my feet ,sun giving warnth as it breaks through the horizon, the combination makes a harmony only god could perform, even the irratating insects i brush off with a grin, as couples walk by i feel thier love not missing hers just long n for more, drive n home with the chills from the experience but knowing soon i will be without starts to break my heart, its ok i tell myself ill be back again, looking to my empty passanger seat thinking u still with me god, the feeling fades as i enter the city, i enter my home still with a grin, then stress knocks at my door, i again long for his harmony... | |
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| Spiffy and awesome writes yall:)Wowza!
Posted: 9/2/2006 11:32:09 PM | Yall never cease to amaze me with your eclectic talents here in the poetry forums. gotmecurious~Welcome to my lil corner O ther forums.Im so glad you figured out how to share your verses here.I really enjoy your fresh approach to writing and I hope youll come back and share more with us soon Christopher~Such eloquently moving verses from you as always.Thanks for the visit my friend Dingedarmor~Where is the bowing emoticon when I need it?I stand in awe of your writing.You just plain rock mr,and I hope youll share more of your amazing poems here in the future alyosha~Thanks for dropping in with your comments:)Feel free to drop by anytime.Ya know kids?I just realized I havent writen anything new in a few weeks,so Ive decided to do a lil on the spot writing tonight.Ill come back and post whetever I come up with when its finished.I hope yall are having a super spiffy weekend,Kat | |
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| a spontaneous one:)
Posted: 9/2/2006 11:40:40 PM | In the dappled grey misplaced silences of winter
The ice is growing slowly thinner
Creeping away along the edge of the pond
melting into a nightengales song
The mountians crest where the earth divides
In this sweet chamber of silence
My dreams still hunger,and innocence abides
Waiting for the snow to melt anew
As the world takes on a purity view
Angels voices echo in the hillside
The days are pulled in by the tide
Of those long lost ships at sea
Set sail on the winds of destiny
As the snow flakes fall in reverence
Of distant memories
I catch one on my tongue
And can almost taste the falling leaves
Of autumn days painted long ago
Somehow frozen still
barely breathing now
Beneath the winters chilling snow | |
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| one I wrote this day
Posted: 9/3/2006 12:02:25 AM | ^^^ you seem to find the right words Kat, and find a special way to put then on order
I just throw a few words down these days, and some one calls it a poem
5671
Translated Beauty
03 September 2006
In your heart
were words open to translate
In your kindness was
beauty to celebrate
For you were the morning
the night and the afternoon
You were victory on a sunny day
everything, the angel to light up a room
To your heart those words of amour
to your beauty, inside and out of adore
These words that transpire into your name
just to the looking into your eyes and proclaim
A love beyond the stars
a universe of internal discovery
This place to rest a soul
in everything in you was whole
“There is no excellent beauty that hath
not some strangeness in the proportion.”
Sir Francis Bacon (1561 - 1626)
English author and philosopher
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| two I wrote this day
Posted: 9/3/2006 1:48:10 AM | 5672
Imaging Power
03 September 2006
The power of imagination
the edge of a dream
To see her in presence
yet know not aware
Her beauty radiating
although her body was long
Such heights to clamber
ecstasy to embrace
To be in that moment
a volume in edition to live
Her hair, her shoulders
in relation to her elegant breasts
That touch, softness in feeling
nectar of mercy, her in response
This power of dreaming
imagining she was there
“Do ye imagine to reprove words, and the speeches
of one that is desperate, which are as wind?”
Job 6: 26 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares
So perhaps I should not think of Ontarians that way | |
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| Evening at the Idle Hour
Posted: 9/3/2006 5:46:40 AM | Dingedarmor, Evening at the Idle Hour is bloody brilliant!!
Thanks for posting it.
-Redd | |
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| Dimgedarmor!
Posted: 9/3/2006 5:56:08 AM | I was the one who brought that poem to Ms Foxx's attention. And I'd have liked to write to you about my admiration for it and your (one?) other poem on here but am prohibited by your restrictions as to age and gender, and Lord knows, if you'd added height to that list I might have been prevented by that as well!
But if you chose to write me, I suppose I could reply.
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer... | |
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| I have to agree
Posted: 9/3/2006 8:16:05 AM | Dingedarmor: That just rolled off the tongue as a single malt rolls over it 
Beautiful.
Gotmecurious: Loved it. Hope we get to see more.
ALI: I have seen your posts around the forums but never been in here before. A word comes to mind re your writes. Zephyr. They have the feeling of a breeze passing by, and caressing the skin as it wanders on its way, leaving a smile. I should have dropped by sooner :) | |
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| Thank you.
Posted: 9/3/2006 2:50:59 PM | Thank you--glad you'll enjoyed the poem. I changed my mail settings. It still needs a bit of work.
I'm just a hillbilly hack with a good ear--that's all. And yep, I've read my fair share of Yeats. Those Crazy Jane poems rock.
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