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Posted: 3/28/2008 8:40:58 PM | To think she is a big fan of my work. And that most certainly is true
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River of Sanctuary
26 March 2008
Heart of promises,
heart of truth.
Her golden eyes
of beauty and hope.
Like a river,
a fortress of strength.
Her unity, one man and all,
a Christ in salvation, His bearer in name.
Stronger, mesmerized,
her innocence, sanctity captured through love.
Upon her breast, a heart surrounded in warmth,
while her hand was a gentle child
maturing toward growth.
An innocent heaven,
nectar, nature to nurture.
A quest, a promise,
amour her sanctuary of insane.
"for Zuleyka Rivera Mendoza"
Miss Universe/ Miss Puerto Rico 2006
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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| Tomorrow’s Prayer
Posted: 3/30/2008 6:19:47 PM | 6950
Tomorrow’s Prayer
29 March 2008
You will always be a good person,
you will always have a good heart.
Nothing will ever change that,
and that is the most important truth.
If I left you out in the cold,
I did not mean to paint you black.
It was just the sunshine in my eyes,
and the darkness looking back.
But then, there was always tomorrow,
forever in waiting, wanting to smile once more.
Adoration, love and truth,
would there ever be happiness,
or was that expecting too much.
The carbon copy of a blueprint,
a scale measured in length.
To hold you in my arms,
and unified in soul,
feel the true strength.
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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| Hiya everyone:)
Posted: 4/5/2008 8:52:07 PM | Hola everybody.I hope youre all having a super groovy weekend.Its so nice to have some time to just kick back and chillax Ive really enjoyed perusing the latest writes in here.Even when I dont post for a while,I still take a peek from time to time to see what sort of awesome new things have been posted:)Hmm..where to begin..How about I start with the previous page?..LOL
mmmmmy~Thanks so much for paying my lil corner a visit.I absolutely love your unique and fresh writing style.Good stuff Crossfade~Thanks for the props concerning my poems.Ive always appreciated your writes and the raw quality and realness of them.Write on!<img src=http://www.plentyoffish.com/smiles/icon_201.gif border=0> Lawman in black~Im so happy to see you visiting again:)What a beautiful ,poetic tribute to your father.Im sure it will bring a lot of comfort and hope to those who have lost someone they love and cherish.Thats exactly what it did for me when I read your powerful words Thank you!WowPoet~Incredible writes from you as always.I really appreciate you taking the time to visit and share your amazingly wonderful verses.Thanks again for visiting yall. Feel free to drop by my "house" anytime:)
Have a super spiffy night,Kat | |
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| Hiya everyone:)spontaneous new stuff
Posted: 4/5/2008 9:10:01 PM | Are we merely angels with tattered earthbound wings
Souls frozen by the winter,then thawed amongst the springs
Rain it runs in rivulets upon windows of the journeys past
Or are they tears of memories upon lifes looking glass
The curtains of my heart are drawn to let in light
with eyes cast to the distant sky should sweet stars all tonight
A dance within a dance ,some far off distant dream
An echo in a canyon,a celebration scream
I closed my eyes and listened to the colors of your voice
Impressionistic brilliance exists beyond the void
Can the sonnet of our thoughts ever be erased
As we paint poetic pictures,our life lines are retraced | |
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| Hiya everyone:)spontaneous new stuff
Posted: 4/5/2008 9:30:39 PM | I was thinking about child abuse ,and the equally terrible damage it does to a child whether its mental or physical abuse.....its a little different than my usual writes,but I decided to post it here anyway.
A veil of nightfall enshrouds me
with her mysterious silver kiss
I closed my eyes and thought a moment
and made a sincere wish
Can we stop the violence
As as little ones are betrayed
When the sun sets on your anger
Will the young ones rise today
With hearts of tarnished laughter
never given any choice
if they scream a little louder
Would you still hear nothing
but your own voice
How can you turn away
as hope dies another day
A childs strangled voice rings out
In suffocated shades of grey
Gone is the innocence
Now scars fill their eyes
Hope becomes hopeless
So great the divide
What gives anyone the right
To rip childhood away
from these soft tender angels
Have you nothing to say
You clench up your fists
Wearing fever filled eyes
pain and bewilderment
Is your childs lullabye
A child stares out a window
But has no escape
You say ,"theyll get over it"
but to me its mind rape | |
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| Hiya everyone:)spontaneous new stuff
Posted: 4/5/2008 9:35:08 PM | A little poem I wrote about a week ago:)
Shadows minuette upon irridescent placid waters
Memorys float ashore not imprisioned any longer
Held captive in the moment of a whistling swans song
With prima ballerina elegance the night it waltzes on
Basking in the decadence of summers nectar sweetness
Drinking in the golden honey in hopes that time wont see us
And steal our song away..as the moon melts on horizon
The melody reminds us,to let our inner children out to play | |
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| Hiya everyone:)spontaneous new stuff
Posted: 4/6/2008 5:42:52 AM | Kat, I no longer write as many poems as I used to, but for you, here are my latest two.
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Premise of Prose
04 April 2008
If only the sun was so strong,
if only your love was so precious to taste.
To be as one, to hold you near,
to know you are liberty and all above fear.
The heart, the loving one,
maturity, and a childhood call.
Both you and I, the number,
through and through.
In a grace of your calmness,
the shelter of your shadow.
A shade so warm,
the colour was brightness.
An endurance to endeavour,
every day to sing a song.
A promise, the premise of prose,
if only the sun was so strong.
“for Careyann”
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares
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Shaded in Violets
06 April 2008
To want your love,
to want your heart.
Was that too much,
when so far away.
Like a habitat of kindness,
a cocoon of enlightened truth.
The summer in the wind,
the winter on a breeze.
Passion, a kiss to your lips,
rejoice, serenity, sweetness.
A flavour more than honey can combine,
the combination unlocked, a heart to breathe.
Fermented truth, maturity,
nature to nurture in the sun.
Yet shaded in violet,
an aroma, where,
mercy will tread.
“for Careyann”
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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| Hiya everyone:)spontaneous new stuff
Posted: 4/6/2008 7:43:40 PM | Kat,
You know you are the inspiration behind my 'Katie Marie' poems. But guess what. I really did find a girl with Brown Eyes with the name of Katie Marie. - 
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Heart of Katie Marie
07 April 2008
Brown eyes and a warm smile,
the true heart of Katie Marie.
Like a painting in emeralds,
grey eyes, addressed in blue.
Her happiness, her charm,
her age, each and every day.
The growth of freedom,
a strong bodied strength within.
Treasure, grace, vanity,
a quiet night in Boston.
Or was that New Haven to grace,
each state transformed where beauty does rest.
High upon a mountain,
His hand upon her shoulder.
To surrender and hold her near,
His guardian, her serenity on high.
“for Katie Marie”
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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| Hiya everyone:)spontaneous new stuff
Posted: 4/12/2008 9:01:59 PM | ^Awesome writes as always Christopher..Thanks so much for taking the time to drop by and share more of your spiffy verses:)Im in one of my spontaneous writing moods,so here goes..Happy weekend everyone!Kat
Your voice quenches the restlessness
of my Summer soul
Opening the garden gate of my heart
where the wildflowers grow
Moonflowers blossom and Clematis climbs
The fencegate swings wide and the wind feels sublime
It wisks me away to a simpler time
of decadent nectar so sweet on lifes vine
I retrace the footsteps with a canvas and brush
The crickets hush silent as the summer storms thrust
Pushing their way beyond the blanket of clouds
Soon the silver skys temper is thrashing around
It bolts and it bends as my memory does too
With a sweet cleansing rain the world becomes new | |
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| Hiya everyone:)spontaneous new stuff
Posted: 4/12/2008 9:22:40 PM | I breathe in violet tinged darkness
Fragrant dreamscape sweetness upon my lips
My thoughts they flow but sometimes slip
with broken disjointed perfection
Fingertips leave imprints of importance
Best kept secrets,my memory washed clean
I heard your footsteps echo in a dream last night
You came into my childhood room
And said everything will be alright
I reached for you with weary hands
Made Ivory and youthful in the moonlight
I guess somehow you recognized
I needed my Mother tonight
The years they wind and twist
But never carry your memory too far away
I wonder what you would think
of the woman Ive become today
And Mom,you should see my little girl
She reminds me so much of you
When her laughter breaks the silences
It brings sentimental thoughts of you
I dont try to understand death
And it didnt care to understand me
As my prayers rang out amongst the violets
Please dont take her from our family
Yet a Mothers love can never be forgotten
Or very far away
As the sun rose with a yawn
Above the honey colored field
I saw you smile again today | |
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| Hiya everyone:)spontaneous new stuff
Posted: 4/12/2008 9:43:54 PM | One more for the heck of it:)
My thoughts become restless children
In desperate need of sleep
Perched on beds of innocence
Somewhere beyond the deep
Sanctuary lullabyes resonate
In sonnets of an onyx heart
That pulses within the darkness
before twighlights gaze imparts
A light of knowing illumination
All thats yet to be
I cradle my thoughts and tuck them in
Their beds of poetry:) | |
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| Hiya everyone:)spontaneous new stuff
Posted: 4/14/2008 8:28:14 AM | well done... Kat..
a word to the wise..
it's not the wise that fails to measure
a song to a bird isnt art
to fail to recognize..
trained by catalytic pain and pleasure
limits of the end from the start
the life we give to lies
soul killers trampling truth's treasure
yang and yin adrift in a homeless heart
whine alert.....
taking back and taking charge
choices need the choosing
you're not the leaf in destiny's wind
from every strength small and large
pattern away from self abusing
understand,do it right then do it again
(found within an oversized fortune cookie) | |
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| Hiya everyone:)spontaneous new stuff
Posted: 4/18/2008 12:23:56 AM | | Hiya Transcend:)Thanks for popping by my little corner O the poetry forums.I really dig your writing style and the sentiment behind your words...Very thought provoking.Thanks again for the visit...feel free to drop in anytime Kat | |
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| Hiya everyone:)spontaneous new stuff
Posted: 4/18/2008 12:35:12 AM | a quick little write just cause I feel like it:)
My shoulders are cloaked in a veil of spring
The wind pulses and dances whispering secretive things
My heart rises like a pheonix without ashen wings
I can almost taste summer as the nightengale sings
The color of amber brings life to dull skies
Those silver grey Decembers once betraying my eyes
Hope wears the face of enchantment and grace
As the trees cast brilliant shadows dressed in emerald lace | |
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| Hope all is spiffy:)
Posted: 4/18/2008 12:48:23 AM | an older write o mine:)
Love neverending
The swinging pendulum of time
Never ceases
Like a heartbeat
Backround noise
Reminding us
That not even forever
Is forever
And when the time comes
We two
Are standing at deaths door
I will have no regrets
Or ask what was it all for
Because the sweet honeyed taste
Of love neverending
Is such a precious gift
And the only one
On which
Even time is worth spending | |
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| Hiya everyone:)spontaneous new stuff
Posted: 4/18/2008 1:05:19 AM | Hy Kat.. always a pleasure to share space with such a fine mind
Something strange happened yesterday that has me a bit puzzled..
I received an email containing a rose .. i checked the profile and it appears to be from a 30 year old Muslim man in Nebraska.. the note consisted of an invite to speak on another server.. Now i could care less about anyones orientation , Ive seen just about every variation on that theme.. but since just last week on another thread I dropped a small munition of a poem on the aspects of catholicism as well as islam ,please allow me to borrow your space to repost .. just in case any religious nut missed it and wants to set me up for a mail bomb thinking that im dumb enough to reach for it...
Thanks in advance for your forbearance, Kat
Your Actions Reveal How You Spell Pray/Prey
Five times every day ,your face pressed to the floor
Stroking beads ,confessors' truth, this far but nevermore
Rules that bend to fit the will then left lying in the ditch
when the sacrement of ceremony leads to burning every witch
Women used as bait and barter, slaves to master's whim
a tortured face upon a cross, you know that can't be him
A chant of blessing fills the air from a song a spirit sings
A cry of fear as stones descend, hate that ignorance brings.
You must believe we do demand , respect means to obey
we own everyones' forever ....starting with today | |
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| Hiya everyone:)spontaneous new stuff
Posted: 4/18/2008 5:20:11 PM | I’m surround in Spain, and all of its celebrated
History.
No, actually I’m in a noisy part of the Atlantic, a
Natural moving power laid in a deep northern winter
Foundation,
I’m its providence, Its fountain,
The resplendent light, dressed for the party as an anchor
In a great warship, riding a bike with jagged tires.
I have a tiger’s face painted on my chest. I’m a
Mountain, I’m outer space, I’m the last episode before
A cancelled season of misfits and wired friends who
Just happen to be fortunate colors.
My face is blood
In Venus, grieving over a wounded youth.
This is disgusting.
And, in all of this, and all of that,
What is there but revealing?
My Dad, his nineteen-year-old girlfriend, and her
Pills;
She found him in his brand new green mustang.
They drink Cisco and pop anti-
-depressants.
I catch my dad outside on his porch looking at his
Curved oak trees with an audience of palmetto palms
Stabbing from underneath.
His lover comes in,
She sits down
Her lipstick is
Smeared weird,
Like a bleeding drunks tongue speared. (Not spared)
“What the **** are you doing, man?”
He sits down,
He takes a drink of Milwaukee’s best
He smiles and sighs with a belch
She hands him a pill and pretends with the rest of the summer,
That this
Is going to last forever.
I don’t dwell here in this calamity, this barbaric
Chain, dark prison, false transfiguration, and angry
Swamp spirits.
I’m in Spain, smoking cigarettes,
Goddammit. (Didn't you know?) | |
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| Writing early morning style:)
Posted: 4/24/2008 2:20:53 AM | Hiya everyone..Ive enjoyed catching up on the eclectic reads in here..Nifty writes gents Transcend~Its great to see you contributing your powerful writes again.I appreciate you dropping by to visit.Feel free to kick off your shoes and add more poems anytime ~~~B Byron~I absolutely loved the write Ive always admired writers who can tell a gripping story in poetic form.Excellent imagery..Write on! Its so late/early depending on how you look at it,but I thought Id try a little sleep writing tonight/today ..I have no idea what Im going to write about..but here goes:)...to be continued LOL..have a great night Kids,Kat | |
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| Writing early morning style:)
Posted: 4/24/2008 2:42:39 AM | Does your soul sleep walk
Through early morning sunlight fire
Dreams riding on seraphin wings
Ever longing to aspire
Beyond the silver canvas pathways
And the heartbeat of the stars
That pirrouette and shimmer
And pulse with life anew
A little bit of mystery
Sings soulful songs to you
The universe beckons
To see beyond what eyes can see
In the mirrors glass reflection
So much more to everything
The horizon reaches out
And takes me by the hand
We are much more
Than tiny grains of sand
At the mercy of the ocean waves
Slipping through lifes weathered hands
Are your dreams held captive in a box
The secret yearnings deep
Tucked safely within
These hours of newborn sleep
Are your eyes impressionist painted
In shades of tender lullabyes
That glimmer with newfound shades of hope
Not fairytale lies
Its true dreams can come true
If you keep your soul in view
never lose sight of your truest vision
Keep love and integrity
Lifes most important mission
As the hourglass becomes hollow
melancholy shades of blue
The emptiness can never touch
The light alive within you | |
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| Writing early morning style:)
Posted: 4/24/2008 2:59:01 AM | one more ..because I feel like it:)
She wore a necklace made of stars
And a halo of sunlight in her Auburn hair
Not looking for prince charming
To wisk her far away from here
She took down the trellace
That adorned the castle wall
Tis best to be more careful
Even prince charming sometimes falls
She rather liked the view
And the canopy of trees
Her window to the heavens
And the fanning emerald leaves
Why would she want to be rescued
By a man on valiant steed
Couldnt he possibly fathom
She has everything she needs
Her heart never cried out
Into the velvet night
Her pen never has written
Empty words of loveless plight
Her heart always embraced
The life thats hers alone
Romantic tales of wonder
Her womans heart had soon outgrown
Climbing ivy covered ladders
And scaling castle walls
Would never be the way
To reach the maidens heart at all | |
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| Writing early morning style:)
Posted: 4/30/2008 2:59:06 PM | Katie Marie comes of age Kat. And I can say this was for Katie Marie in the real sense. I'm just not sure if you will understand that and a what Connecticut gave birth too.
Christopher
6972
Road to Bloom
21 April 2008
Eight days to age,
like growing older in the moonlight.
A mood of reflection, as to shine in your eyes.
Happiness in maturity, a blossom,
on the road to bloom.
Each passing hour,
every window to dream.
Where the mirror was a looking glass,
toward tomorrow, in all that branches forth.
From tree tops, a tallness,
the grass and leaves below.
Some decay as the old becomes new,
an enrichment, like soil, nutrient and purified.
Seven days, and then six,
five in fingers on a bare hand.
Reaching out, ageing upon a breast.
Four, three, two, and then one,
every day, your road to bloom.
"for Katie Marie"
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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| A Wow Poet Bonus
Posted: 5/3/2008 4:37:01 AM | 6980
Lease Upon the Sky
01 May 2008
Where was a poet,
in whispering strength.
The power of a woman,
and reaching forth to behold.
A singing voice in a mystery of eyes,
ruby red lips, an enchantment.
This labour to go forward and endure,
an entrance into solitude, captured on the wind.
Her voice a harem of sanctity,
yet free to branch the sky.
Olives and cloves, tender touch,
a heart embraced upon a silver cloud.
Behind the shadow, a light,
pure life, embers to glow.
To ask and be begotten,
the strength and power,
whispered for you.
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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| A Wow Poet Bonus part 2
Posted: 5/3/2008 5:39:23 PM | here is one I created in the 'first line, last line' thread
6983
Captured Soul
03 May 2008
Every time I get caught,
it is like a light going out.
Lost in sight, blind to shout,
the shadow of endeavour once more
An entangled force,
as if wind in a hurricane.
The vacuum of surrender,
silence as if cold and lingering.
Undivided, split in comparison,
was right wrong, or left an entanglement.
Twisted and burned, lost and not endowed,
such was an emotion, some might know as love.
Caught in her heart, caught in a soul,
drunk, but not with alcohol upon my breath.
Every time, but not always in truth,
a bleeding heart where blood does not flow.
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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| Everyone else is doin it:)
Posted: 5/8/2008 6:36:56 PM | | Hi Christopher:)Thanks for taking a dip in my little corner o the pond.I really enjoyed reading your latest verses:)You are always so expessive,and I love the way your words flow so eloquently.Ive always been an admirer of your writing style.Thanks again for the visit my friend,Kat | |
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| Spiffy style:)
Posted: 5/8/2008 6:54:39 PM | In Memory of a cherished friend of mine who passed away a few years ago.........
My soul is seeking solace
As I reminisce in silence
where time is measured only in heartbeats
And the darkness never finds us
a white washed wooden rocking chair
I can almost see you sitting there
beyond mornings virgin haze
But only your cherished memory is within my gaze
As I search the sunlight tapestry for footprints of the past
Wondering if I follow the path
Will it somehow lead me back
To a time when the harvest of lifes vine
Was filled with honeyed sweetness
And when I closed my eyes to dream
I needed only to believe it
Believe beyond the fence gate
Of a bruised yet tender heart
Now within the canyons echo
Our footsteps grow apart
You walk within the heavely realms
Where only angels tread
While the world slumbers restlessly
Like angels in their earthbound beds | |
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