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Posted: 5/9/2008 11:16:04 AM | It is that time of the year again Kat. Yet you and I are these days but ships upon an ocean of dreams. It is so good to have passed this way and find you have made a visit. When I am well aware that the 'Welcome Mat' is always there for me to return.
May your soul always have peace as each day grows to the next
Christopher
6992
Because Love Was Real
08 May 2008
Was it my love, or your love,
our love, the love of a year.
For we both could have gone away,
but was there reason, reason our love does stay.
To look into your eyes,
to wrestle with each arm.
Was it truth, was it hope,
the faith of what we cause in harm.
One day, and another,
yesterday, and the day before.
Could it be love, a love,
our hope and faith in charity to adore.
New Year, old year, or last year,
to know the road we each did travel.
Would it be, another question not given,
maybe next year, or was it too late.
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
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| Wow style:)
Posted: 5/9/2008 11:39:33 AM |  wowwwwwwwwwpoet...that was simply ...lovely and so ..elegent!  | |
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Posted: 5/13/2008 12:12:14 AM | Hiya Poet :)I agree with mmmmmy...Your poem was exquisitely beautiful and soulful.Thanks so much for gracing this thread with your amazing verses.Love your latest write my friend mmmmmmy~Thanks for dropping by and sharing your comments.Feel free to kick of your shoes and visit anytime...Have a great night kids,Kat | |
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Posted: 5/13/2008 12:42:26 AM | My thoughts silently take flight
On paper winged doves
A black and white canvas
Embellished with love
The stillness of memories
Waltzing in time with the sun
Do you remember my love
When our spirits were young
The carousel spun
With the sweet taste of freedom
Moments like these
Sometimes I still need them
When life feels out of step
But my heart has no regrets
I still wander these enchanted hillsides
Like I did as a child
Under vagabond skies
With cherished memories in stride
Retracing footsteps
Like forgotten old friends
Have we found the beginning
Where it once seemed like the end
The seasons they blend
In sweet technicolor
As Autumns hand reaches out
To entwine with the Summers | |
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Posted: 5/13/2008 12:53:39 AM | This poem isnt about anyone or anything in particular...Im just having fun writing whatever comes to mind at 4am:)
You are an ocean
Pulsing in my veins
Sometimes the salt stings
But the memory remains
You are the voice
That echos in the canyon
The recklessness and rebeliousness
Of honey sweet abandon
You are the ink that flows in velvet verses from my pen
A crumpled sheet of paper starting over again
You are the song I cant get out of my head
The tossing and turning alone in my bed
You are the sanctuary and the solitude
When my soul needs to rest
You are butterfly wings set a flutter
And a wave when it crests
You are licorice skies
On a wounded star night
And a romantic ember flicker
Of golden candlelight | |
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Posted: 5/13/2008 1:02:55 AM | spontaneously writing whatever comes to mind..:)
Sometimes fear is so intense we can taste it
Searching for jeweled moments of solace
To add to lifes necklace and somehow replace it
The days seem to spin and weave tightly together
At what point does today hold hands with forever
And become something more than a moment to treasure
The watch hand moves swiftly and the compass points North
Onward and skyward with such intense and great force
Searching the heavens for still unfound answers
With the wisp of the wind soon we become sky dancers
The years seem to bend and playfully twist
From the day we are born until it ends with a kiss
The light of September still continues to shine
As scents of remembrance intermingle so sweet on lifes vine | |
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| Spontaneous style:)
Posted: 5/13/2008 3:27:31 AM | Nothing needs to matter as the rocks grind against sea
days of decades of centuries pass in slow blinks of earth eyes
moon pulls hard and steady but only the water responds
sand is like a faithless lover promising to stay then moving on
dissolution laughs so slowly that the joke no longer stings
while the salty water once around us still surges within
and carries us away | |
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| Happy Birthday to me LOL:)
Posted: 5/13/2008 7:13:20 PM | Hiya Transcend:)Thanks for dropping by and sharing your eloquent and thought provoking words.I love your poetic style..Write on!<img src=http://www.plentyoffish.com/smiles/icon_201.gif border=0> ...I hope everyone is having a super groovy kinda evening.I cant believe Im 35 already...Now where did I put my walker and my reading glasses | |
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Posted: 5/13/2008 8:37:53 PM | Since you mentioned it ..... LOL LOL ..... you know I wouldn't forget. Happy Birthday to you, my bestest friend. I hope that today has been filled with excitement and fun .... even if just in a minuscule amount. Best wishes to you in everything that you do and hope that each birthday will be better than the one before. Always my love and respect to you and yours ... Have a great day. CJ
PS ..... Big Lil' T says Happy Birthday and sends his love to you all. and a from him.
Once in a lifetime .... when one is lucky
They encounter a human being that is a true friend
So many best wishes I send for your everyday life
You have my admiration and respect .... no pretend
I speak with total honesty when I say this
And from the deepest of my heart it's true
I wish ya nothing but the very best
In each and everything that you do
So happy, happy birthday to you, my friend
May all your dreams and wishes come true
And from the very bottom of my heart of hearts
I send all the love I have for a person like you | |
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| Newbie
Posted: 5/16/2008 5:07:18 AM | Howdy folks,
Hi Wowpoet, mmmmy, transcend, and SpiffyKat. You guys write some Awesome and
pretty powerful stuff. Especaily you SpiffyKat.
When I tapped on "Poems and Quotes" I started at the top of the page looking
at all the latest threads and then looking at only the last page of these threads.
Out of all the forums, I believe "Poems and Quotes" to be the Bigest tempest
Storm or most active forum on this website. And I haven't even looked at any
of the other forums yet. Its just a feeling I have in my bones. I blieve that if
a person were to read everything that was writen in the "Poems and Quotes"
forum, that was posted in one week, they would grow old and it would
become wearysome to their flesh. Or at least it would be so for me. That's
alot of information to take in.
So lucky me; out of all the grains of sand on the seashore, out of all the stars
in the heavens, I find one with a fair feminen beauty and warmth and a heart
to match. When I found her thread, I was deeply moved and swept away by
her words.
I am unknown here. In this space of beauty I am afraid my personal pain
will come out in the words might write here. That is why I asked for permission
to write here.
Thank you Kat.  -quiet smile- | |
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Posted: 5/16/2008 6:10:37 AM | Song of the Dolphin
There was a time when I was young
when the Dolphin in me swam strong and free
The Dolphin is the secret person of my heart
My inner child a creature of light
The Dolphin has no fear of the dark
for he already knows what's in the dark
He has no fear of strangers
He openly smiles to all he sees
To all those who are near
he walks up to in friendly greeting
For with him there is no rich or poor
no black or white
Then new knowledge and learning
entered into the waters of his world
He was then seen less and less often
His voice was rarely heard
a faint and distant echo
I have not heard his voice
or his song now for so very long
When the pain of Loneliness
is so very strong
I wonder if he lives within me
at all anymore
But so long as there is
a glimer of hope
I know he is in there somewhere
his heart still beating
his lungs still breathing
his eyes still smiling | |
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| Happy Birthday to me LOL:)
Posted: 5/16/2008 9:09:21 PM | I forgot the 13th -
7002
Lullaby of Christ
14 May 2008
Because I love you,
because you know.
My name in Christ,
our love in heart to show.
To touch your silk,
to feel your flesh.
My hands of wounded crust,
in driven burr, sweat and blood a mass.
Sacred, yet silent, a voice
whispered through your soul.
This love of you in eye,
seen and belief to faith.
Your fountain of youth,
bathed in the water I do give.
Because I love you,
because you know,
each day I live.
"But whosoever drinketh of the water that
I shall give him shall never athirst; but the
water that I shall give him shall be in him
a well of water springing up into everlasting life."
John 4: 14 KJV
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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| Feelin groovy:)
Posted: 5/19/2008 1:59:18 AM | Hiya Crowbird40 and Wowpoet:)Its nice to see you both dropping by for a visit.I am absolutely moved and blown away by the sheer poetic grace of the poems you both posted.It never ceases to amaze me how many incredibly talented writers there are here swimming in the POF pond:)Excellent writes guys! Write on Thank you Crowbird for your kind compiments.Feel free to write about whatever inspires you.I appreciate any style of poem that anyone wants to conrtribute to this forum:)Dream walker:Aww! Thanks so much for the Happy B day wishes and the beautiful poem.Im deeply touched...:)You are such an amazing friend, whom I adore and cherish..Big Hugs & Sunshine to you and Lil T:) I hope you will all feel free to kick off your shoes and visit again soon.Thanks again& have a super groovy day kids Kat | |
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Posted: 5/19/2008 2:25:27 AM | A little 5am spontaneous style write:)
Incandescant votive memory light
created in a whisp
A brush held steady upon blank canvas
By an artists knowing fingertips
Like a journey back in time
The colours filled in effortlessly, so sublime
Footsteps retraced ,this sanctuary place
In his artists mind her memory
Wears such an angelic inspiring face
He recalls the dress she wore
Antique tea rose lace tickled the marble floor
And her innocent luminous smile
Had his curious soul beguiled
She walked to a minuette
It seemed only she could hear
As note by note the song unfolded
His mind was free to be endeared
What inspired her to move that way
The words she didnt need to say
Her soul was elegant even at play
In its own childlike way
He pictured her a thousand times
Painted adoringly on canvas of his longing mind
Lines not fully yet defined
Hands touching across the dreamscape
His escape if only for a day
as her elegant soul did sway
In such a liberating way | |
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| Feelin groovy:) and ever so spontaneous lol
Posted: 5/19/2008 2:39:51 AM | We are all but earthbound angels
In the form of butterflies
With poetic patterned wings
Upon heart tempo beats we fly
Can you hear the drumsong
As it pulses within a sunrise
Do you bathe in stardust
As your soul it softly sighs
In lullabies and sonnets
Of forgotten summer songs
If youve forgotten some of the words
Its ok to hum along
To the sweet and silvery tempo
The cadence ever tender
As sweet as a blushing violet
As it surrenders to September
Giving way to crimson fire
Upon leaf it starts to rise
Like a phenoix to the heavenly realms
That radiate within your skyward eyes | |
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| Not a poem
Posted: 5/19/2008 9:25:20 AM | . . . . . . . . . Not a poem
- - -- - - - -- -Did you know that we are all connected?
I have just seen a very moving drama called "Reign Over Me"
with Don Cheadle and Adam Sandler. It is a story about
a man who lost his family in the 9-11 airplane crash. There
was a powerful moment in that movie when he told his
friend remembering feeling his family die in his heart at
the exact same moment that the plane hit the building.
There have been many life tragedies and stories where a
brother or a sister or a mother or father or a loved one
were in a ship that sank, an avelanch on a mountain, or a
war zone and there were no reported survivors or no
expected survivors.
And the mother, sister or other half of the significant
person in that tragedy didn't believe that they were
dead, and wouldn't listen to what other people were
saying. And in almost all of those cases they were right. Why?
I'm sure most of you also heard stories about twins. There was
this one story I remember about a pair of identical twin sisters.
They lived about a state in a half away from each other. One
twin was cooking diner one evening and burnt her hand. At that
same instant the other sister felt a burning sensation in her hand.
Some time later the twin who had burnt her hand was talking to
her sister and told her about it and her sister asked her when it
had occured.
- - - - Faster than light - - More than intuition
In these stories it would appear that the stronger the emotional
bond is between two people, that the stronger that this invisible,
instantanious, intuative connection is.
I would sappose that to the pragmatic mind an idea like this would
be a total flight of fancy. A purely Romantic notion dreamed up by
women. Wishful thinking in fact.
I don't know who thought of it first, but the first time
I came across the idea was when I was reading a science-fiction
novel by Orson Scott Card and put two and two together.
I think most of us understand by now that everything in the
universe has a unique vibration. Sunlight has a vibration,
radio waves have a vibration, even the things we eat have
a vibration. Also when we are angry, sad or happy; these to
are vibrations. This also can be learned by watching or reading
"The Secret".
Now back in this science-fiction story of Orson Scott Card's..
There was something I remember being described as being
smaller than a subatomic partical. And for every connection
we had with another person we held half of this particular
partical. The other half would be held by the other person we
had this connection with. And as the one half of the partical
would dance and vibrate so the other half would do the same
in perfect sincronization. And it wouldn't matter how many
light years the two halves were apart. They would always dance
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| Feelin groovy:) and ever so spontaneous lol
Posted: 5/19/2008 11:22:14 AM | Beautiful poems Kat!
-smile-
I don't know how to do a proper quote, especaily tapping
away as I am on the little screen of my new toy, this iPhone.
So I'll just try to do it some old fashioned way..
Kat
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Incandescent votive memory light
created in a whisp
A brush held steady upon blank canvas
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In this poem I invision a wizard painting a picture
of his young wife. Painting it as he invisions her
looking in his minds eye, last week in the sun room
under a nights sky, stars visible above the glass cieling,
flickering torches casting warm light, or what she looked
like dancing at their last aniversary after supper.
Kat
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We are all but earthbound angels
In the form of butterflies
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Ahhh! This one is eligant, short, sweet and simple.
This one is a song of seasons. Summer giving way
to autumn and beyond. Right Kat?
Earthbound angels. Is that angels bound to the earth,
or heading there? I invision winged bodies in space
like an air brush Wayland painting of liquid space.
Stars and planets in a vast ocean, with creatures
swimming among the stars.
"Lullabies and forgotten summer songs" This speaks
of winter, does it not Kat? When mother nature sings her lullabie
and the bear, trees, flowers and insects sleep? Why sing of autumn
when it is yet spring?
CAAAWWW!!! . . . CAAAWWW!!! . . . CAAAWWW!!! . . . . -flap!- . . . . -flap!- . . . . -flap!- . . . . -flap!-
Crowbird | |
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| Feelin groovy:) and ever so spontaneous lol
Posted: 5/19/2008 10:17:17 PM | Aww...But!!!
If everyone else was doin' it...It being jumping off a cliff!!!
If everyone else was doin' it...Eating grubworms on a stick (maybe toothpick)!
If everyone else was doin' it...For you is not good enough...
For whatever It is...it has to be fun...No matter who or how many are doin' it...
Except if everyone else was doin' it...It being Harmony and Peace!!! | |
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Posted: 5/19/2008 10:22:48 PM | The good news is Kat, that I got myself a contract to have a book of my poems published in the USA. That is as if a dream came true, or is about too. The situation is one step at a time to see where the road is taking me
7010
Serenade of Passion
20 May 2008
My love for you was always strong,
like each muscle of a body to tone.
An open speech, words of outreach,
a touch to hold, in all to seek.
Yet there was pain and a burning,
the feeling of certitude on the side.
Was it a misunderstanding,
or more in a proclamation to proclaim.
A certified truth, an insanity,
to be parted from you, and desire.
Such a capital in letters,
a home near and by the sea.
Where love was romance,
a love in Christ, his bearer to be.
As to a name, both, two as to one,
lifting each muscle to find that deep within.
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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| Feelin groovy:) and ever so spontaneous lol
Posted: 5/21/2008 11:12:19 AM | Watering Loves Flower
In a spaceship of wing-swept lines
I soar and glide riding the air
above the tempest storm
I gaze down
at the brioling mass of the sea
and wonder..
Where is my new home
I found so recently?
I search the surface of the sea
with my penetrating site
and sing to the waves..
Where is she?
There she is they say
30 fathoms deep
and falling one fathom
for every hour
So back I sweep my wings
and dive into the seas depths
to reach Loves Flower
to give her a drop of liquid sunshine
and bring her to the surface once again
so as to keep her in the moment
never to be forgoten
or lost in father time | |
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| Finding poetry in art
Posted: 5/23/2008 5:23:29 AM | Another entry in the...
NOT A POEM . . . . series
I don't know if this is against the rules here. I'm sure it probably is but I'm going to try it any ways. There is a web-link I'd like ya'll to look at. www.art.com/asp/sp-asp/_/pd--10032341/springtime.htm
This is a Norman Rockwell picture. Another way to get to the picture would be to google Norman Rockwell Springtime and it should be the second entry down.
This painting is of a boy and his dog. There is an invisible angel girl whispering sweet nothings in the boys ear.
The angel is whispering
promises into the boys ear..
promises of girls smiles
pointed his way
promises of girly crushes
promises of musical feminen giggles
of holding hands and laughter under the sun
These are the springtime years of a young boy
I wish my springtime was as gentle as a wind blown caress.
For me there seemed to be no Springtime at all
But an early summer storm, and away my mother flew
Then came the summer heat and I was stung by a venomous wasp
Its poison thined my blood and turned me into a creature of the night
Before Loves Flower had a chance to bloom and see the light | |
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| Finding poetry in art..and art in poetry:)
Posted: 6/13/2008 10:29:30 PM | Hiya everyone:)Im absolutely blown away by the incredible writes you guys posted.Ill come back and leave more personalized comments soon.I really do appreciate you gentleman dropping by to visit and share your thought provoking and incredible poems.Congratulations on your book Christopher Im so super stoked for you:) I always knew you would get a book contract.Your poetry really moves so many people.Your words are truly captivating.Im in a writing mood and only have a few minutes,so Ill jump right into spontaneous poetry time LOL..Have a super spiffy night yall,Kat | |
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| Finding poetry in art..and art in poetry:)
Posted: 6/13/2008 10:42:37 PM | These ghosts get tangled in my hair
like memories of fine spun silver
or a fragrant lotus that never withers
Even apart from the vine
Its meadow sweetness is sublime
Can I wrap your heart in a blanket of words
sonnets of comfort ,slumbering undisturbed
I watched the willows sway,and listened to what the wind had to say
As the day turned violet as a ripened plum
The sun was a giant tangerine,yet my fingers were numb
Even in the presence of such sultry summer
Droplets of rain road down upon chariot thunder
Silver veins of light plummeted to earth
And my soul was naked ,welcoming the rain
Drinking it in,with innocence resting against alabaster skin
Swing low sweet spring,make way for your mother
Upon wings of a dove,this season of love
Everything blossoms and opens
Even my heart dances like a nightengale
Wings pointed tward the wishing star
Open to the promise of night
And her enshrouding veil
a whisper sets sail
and I am free again | |
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| Finding poetry in art..and art in poetry:)
Posted: 6/13/2008 10:54:10 PM | one more quick spontaneous lil poem:)Have a groovy weekend
The days are like jewels
within our grasp
emerald leaves,azure skies
stars like diamond lullabies
ruby kisses upon tender lips
Honeyed citrine fingertips
my thoughts slip
onyx eyes mesmerize
and I remember
how good it feels to play
to feel the wind beckon
my heart to stay
barefoot and free
in fields of poetry
I find a little bit of me
in sunlit fields
grass tickling my toes
poetry amongst the garden rows
and the nectared kiss of sleep
I havent felt in a long while
oceans of pearls crash
upon the beach
within this dreamers reach | |
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| Finding poetry in art..and art in poetry:)
Posted: 6/16/2008 4:55:13 PM | It is nice to know Kat that once again you have embraced the walls of POF and painted your heart upon these walls. While progress with the poetry book is moving along swiftly after a hipup along the way. My hope certainly is that all will become positive as time does endure. When in your own way, and by being there for me and holding my hand over these past few years. You helped make things become possible.
Christopher
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Paradox Intoxicated
15 June 2008
Love could be family or danger,
a renascence of retrospective dust
Red sand, grind and grit,
nature underfoot, trampled
To overcome the victory,
to stretch, tape to tape
Measurements, wire in steel,
the pluming of theft, a stolen reality
A scar, the scratch,
a knife in bone embedded
Tearing, rippling, volcanic in nurture,
desolate, a going away in darkness
Paradox emerged, damp and in blackness,
shadows of grey, chaffed in blood
This hernia of pain and refection,
hunger, neglect, desire in spirit lost
An escape, death, aborted memories,
regulated in an orifice of turmoil
Genocide, taken away to gasp,
the dryness, an arid stench
Love, this enlightened journey,
a feeling of hope, gifted in faith
Never and neither, a fountain of birth,
borne, threaded, captured and forgiven
A new horizon, the slant strait,
triggered within a family in nearness
The closet, a warmth to endure,
love, to give and be not without
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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