| Finding poetry in art..and art in poetry:)
Posted: 6/23/2008 2:41:30 AM | Sensual Dolphin
Tracing the smooth lines
of your skin with my fingertips
while you sleep
I wonder...
How does this feel to you?
How do you percieve this?
Am I doing this right?
Is there any way I can do this better?
When I caress your arms
your wrists
your hands
and your fingertips
An inexperienced ameture I may be
but nothing feels more right
the drinking of affections warmth and light
a form of love as old as time | |
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| WHEN GOD CREATED MOTHERS
Posted: 7/1/2008 2:00:18 PM | When god made mothers he made them so sacred
That he gifted them in many different forms
So that each child would know the meaning of love
When they are held in such precious arms
God bestowed in mothers the gift to heal
With just the simple brush of her finger tips
He thought her to turn teardrops into smiling faces
With just a hint of a kiss from her lips
Then he bestowed in her strength and wisdom
For when a child was lost and full of fear
He thought her how to make everything okay
Just by showing that she cared
Then to make her perfect God bestowed in her independence
So that she could stand on her own two feet
For when the world felt heavy upon her shoulders
She would never have to witness defeat
Then so she would not feel empty
God gave her the gift to fall in love
Then on the seventh day when he knew she was perfect
God released all these angels from above | |
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| (still working on a title)
Posted: 7/1/2008 2:02:18 PM | Love is like a dark sadness when the heart is broken
All the happiness in the world seems to drift away
And a life you once knew seems forgotten
When there’s nothing left for us to say
When the heart is torn the body shatters
And life seems too much to bare
For your every fiber is overtaken by sadness
So it seems there is no one in your life that cares
You spend your nights feeling empty
Your only relief is to cry yourself to sleep
And pray that tomorrow will be better
That God will give you strength where you are weak
But memories start to haunt your dreams
And your faith it starts to turn dark
You fear to face the morning light
Knowing you’ll wake to a broken heart
You know the pain will someday ease
And you will fall in love all over again
But there’s a void where the love use to be
When the one you loved started out as your friend | |
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| Three years of threading - 2005 to 2008
Posted: 7/6/2008 2:22:05 AM | Page One began in July 2005 and now it is 2008. As this thread on POF lives on.
7085
Strong Lives
05 July 2008
As he looked into her eyes,
he was able to feel her strength
To live again, her heart,
a soul to endure
For those that are strong,
are able to begin again
The pain so real, to sleep in her dreams,
the man, the current at her mercy
The combination, however,
what makes it all worthwhile
His love for her, her love,
to find, pamper and return
Under the shadow of a distant thunder,
every day this new beginning of strong lives
A river of blood in pulsation, breathing,
because without her, and void of his texture
Every moment was empty, but tomorrow,
he would look to the heavens and pray one again
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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| Three years of threading - 2005 to 2008
Posted: 8/28/2008 7:23:20 PM | Three years of threading...and what a wonderful tapestry everyone has created in here:)Thanks so much for all of the wonderful posts:)
not usually one to vent even in my own thread,but Ive had enough of a certain situation...
I thought you were different
Gave the benefit of the doubt
Now you hurl accusations
So the truth must come out
Im not one to vent
But the truth has been bent
Nice guys dont finish last
But my patience are spent
I never made false promises
Just because I couldnt call back
Working 80 hrs a week
Makes it hard to do that
I had nothing but good intentions
still took time to drop a line
Id call when I could
and you said things were fine
Then one day
from out of the blue
You say Im self centered and immature too
because I couldnt call right when I said I would
Do you think its easy working 14 hr days and being a fulltime mom
some sleep would be good
Ive never been anything less than patient and kind
Checking in as often as I could
To make sure you were fine
Do you remember when we met
You broke down out of state
I came to pick you up
12 hrs of driving on the interstate
I drove after working a 12 hr shift
a million cups of coffee
I didnt mind a bit
all I could think of were you and your son
stranded in Siberia
just wouldnt be fun
How is it now Im selfish in your eyes
I even lent you money
to get through tough times
I dont regret anything I ever did for you
When it came to breaking promises..how many times didnt you follow through?
You said that you were moving ,relocating to my town
Now its two yrs later
and youre no where to be found
I was understanding
Life is hard and things come up
But you cant show the same compassion
when youre handed the cup
You didnt follow through with visits
at least 3 or 4 times
calling after you shouldve been here
I gave you chances several times
I even set up a brithday party twice for your son,
and baked a chocolate cake
Planned a day of fun
Both times you didnt make it
But with that I was ok
I just felt bad for him we couldnt celebrate the day
Saying you were moving
when you found full time work
now its a year and a half later
just where is it that you work?
I was in the middle of a long shift
when your friend passed away
I got your email and sent one back right away
I said id be working until morning if you wanted to call after and talk
I would never desert a friend
Im not the kind to walk
You paint a skewered picture
the colors blended in with lies
I thought I saw something different
When I looked into your eyes
I extended a hand of friendship
regardless of the insecurity you put me through
Im so tired of the jealousy
Crimson red is seeping through
if you feel the need to vent
and say things that arent true
Just remember who was there
when you could barely make it through
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| Three years of threading - 2005 to 2008
Posted: 8/30/2008 11:12:17 AM | hope you dont mind me addin one of my own im a great fan of poetry and the poems on here are great and of much inspiration
There once was a girl who lost belief in herself,
she put her heart upon that old and dusty shelf
she looked around, for hope and inspiration
but all she found was empty lives, full of desperation.
she tried to see what life could be,
to rid herself of grief and once again be free,
the fight was hard, the path so long
she had to hold on, she had to be strong
she knew this fight she could win,
just hold on and never give in.
her heart it mended, her soul did sing
she was one girl who didnt need no ring
she learned to love herself again
at last she was free from pain.
please let me know what you think any feedback welcome x | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 8/30/2008 11:20:46 AM | Ladies stop falling for the lines.
Ladies stop putting up with guys who date several women.
Ladies stop having sex with several guys.
Ladies stop allowing your so called friends to have sex with you and other women.
Ladies the real truths are only told to us guys, but not to the ladies.
Ladies, all guys tell me-"Never tell the lady the truth".
Ladies -married men have other women.
Ladies put your foot down and don't accept a line that a guy is for real.
Ladies, if he was for real, he would really tell you the whole truth.
Ladies, you just got told the whole truth! | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 9/1/2008 4:46:23 PM | Hi everyone:)Thanks so much for dropping by this little corner O the poetry forums.Tappyt~Thank you for your kind comments.I really enjoyed your poem and the inspirational message within the lines.I hope to see more of your writes in the forums.Excellent stuff! Charles-louis~ Thanks for sharing your opinions and advice in poetic form.I like to believe most guys are good guys,but Im sure your words hold true in certain situations:)...I appreciate you taking the time to post and share:)feel free to drop by again..Ill be back in a few with a spontaneous write.Happy Labor Day all:)Kat..aka Ms Spiffy | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 9/1/2008 4:54:39 PM | I checked my soul for a pulse
Beating and fluttering like a moth
drawn in by a summer lamp post
The light beckoning
a more beautiful place
as summer wears her tranquil face
Autumn taps the world upon the shoulder
with painted gaudy fingertips
a shade of crimson red
I know that I should be in bed
But My soul is meandering instead
walking outside of the lines
Looking for a shred of time
To be myself again
as the river slowly winds and bends
I wish I had a minute
to bask and bathe in the light
But the stars are open wounds tonight
through the gateway of my soul
I love you dont you know
Love isnt counted by minutes spent
its just a way to reinvent
a sense of unity
a false sense of security
real love and frienship
exists without boundaries
or constraints
not even time has its say
it just is and always will be
kindred just like you and me | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 9/1/2008 10:12:12 PM | no rules in games we can't play without losing
the point of passing by
it isnt like you ever found yourself first,
then shared
it isn't until you felt and feel the lack
suddenly you understand just before you
drop the curtain and forget
til again you complete the cycle
and see til blindness
blesses your mind
just once could you start out with something
that doesnt scream of need
of fingernails full of a back i wear
to keep my front on straight
are we really different people or
fingers on the same hand
wrestling with forever opposing thumbs
haven't i loved you before or
was that before i realized the incest
time was, then is and it all tastes like something
never quite right | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 9/6/2008 6:45:23 PM | | Hiya Transcend:)Thanks for dropping by and posting another of your eloquent and thought provoking writes.Ive always admired your work around the forums:)I hope everyone is having an amazing weekend so far:)I couldnt believe I had to rake leaves today.Jumping in the pile with my daughter was fun though..defeats the puropse of raking but...good times:)Kat | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 9/6/2008 6:54:51 PM | Orchestral cricket concertos
bathe the summers tranquil air
As autumns windswept fingers
Softly run in ringlets through my hair
The sky is dappled in starlight
slate silver shaded gray
as fans of emerald trees
minuette and sway
nightwing birds take flight
perhaps theyll make it to the moon
on fancied flights of childhood dreams
when we could dig to china too
Those dreams I treasure buried
beneath memories of old
as purest moonlight flowers
begin to innocently unfold
I pirrouette beaneath a blanket
of velvet canvas night
my prayers paint the heavens
in shades of tranquil twighlight | |
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| poetry twins lol :D
Posted: 9/6/2008 6:56:05 PM | my computer is being lame...you arent seeing double..LOL :)
Orchestral cricket concertos
bathe the summers tranquil air
As autumns windswept fingers
Softly run in ringlets through my hair
The sky is dappled in starlight
slate silver shaded gray
as fans of emerald trees
minuette and sway
nightwing birds take flight
perhaps theyll make it to the moon
on fancied flights of childhood dreams
when we could dig to china too
Those dreams I treasure buried
beneath memories of old
as purest moonlight flowers
begin to innocently unfold
I pirrouette beaneath a blanket
of velvet canvas night
my prayers paint the heavens
in shades of tranquil twighlight | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 9/6/2008 7:00:06 PM | I saw you posted so I had to drop by and say hey to my bestest bud .... So... hey bbbuuuddddddyy!!!! Leaves falling already ... it's hard to believe, I'm sure you two had a blast. LOL LOL LOL Hope that all is well for you girls and that you have a great night. Take care. Love y'all. JD 
Autumn colors start to show
Where the world did summer go
Still it's nice to see the colors
As seasons shift to and fro
Hope you take a minute to breathe in
The aroma of life that surrounds
Such beauty exists for all to see
As nature changes gowns | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 9/6/2008 7:07:54 PM | Heya JD:) Thanks for dropping by to admire my twins   Sorry..I couldnt resist the jokeO:) It seems natures dressing room is now my front lawn,and she left her clothes all over the place lol.. I hope all is well with you and Lil T.I love the incredible imagery in your latest write.We should try and catch up phone style Sunday night k?Hope you and T had a super groovy day..Love to you both!Kat | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 9/6/2008 7:21:08 PM | Ah, me dear Spiffy.
Your last post is beautiful.
You are so touching, inspiring, talented.
So glad you're still here.
For My Dad:
How this reverence,
(refusing coincidence
were it offered)?
But, offerings sweet
not intrusive
Reverent
A child plays at my feet
Quietly. He nods to your
good humor.
Laughter from another room
Garage band plays
Drums, but not too loud
Neighbors speak and pass
Eye contact, just enough
My coffee cup ever-filled,
I toast your half a cup
A stranger guarded me
at the men's restroom.
My belongings strewn
all over the front room
of the coffee shop.
paper dolls (the expensive kind).
Every thread I read,
embraces for the taking.
Dew hangs in the air
For a little while,
as I was out and about,
the sky became my
breath. This is your day.
Alone now in a room
but loved on every side
I sense and cherish
your delight
friendly communion
in your honor | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 9/7/2008 12:33:21 AM | I see you made it back here again Kat and that was nice to find. When I only wrote 12 poems in August and that was not many, if you know me. While I began a New Zealand spring with these words
Christopher
7119
Gears of Spring
01 September 2008
Just a note to say I was here,
because I have my own battles to live
Those events to overcome,
year by year, if only I could forgive
On this first day of spring
in a New Zealand home
The grass of green,
a mountain glazed in snow
Where in my heart was beauty,
and a broken moment of quest
Because I loved her, loved her best,
the woman of all my tears, her cry my hope
Like a whimper, a true truth,
another battle of age past
As I ponder about her, and number a prayer,
God gave, God took, and God will return
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 9/11/2008 11:50:04 PM | will i ever see more than a picture of you in my mind
plenty of those exist
a good memory is never a curse for those needing perspective
well ,almost never
i will give you time, but only some
time for changes outside of choices
besides im in no way ready
to kiss with full focus
I wonder how long momentum takes to slow
when you move at the speed of everything | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 11/2/2008 6:15:58 PM | Hi everyone:)Its been a while since Ive had a chance to peruse the poetry forums.Thanks so much for your postings and kind comments.I still get a kick out of the thread headline..Apparantly not only is this a place to post poems but a popular make out spot as well It must be the view LOL..Anyway,I just thought Id pop by for a little sponatneous poetry writing and to do a little reading.Great poems everyone.Thanks again for visiting my little make out spot O:) Kat
Night falls in a whispered black satin slip to the floor
A veil of secrets beckon beyond the door
I tiptoe around these memories so vast
So as not to awaken the slumbering ghosts of the past
I exist in the tranquility of the seasons changing faces
where leaves fall with grace filling in wintered grey spaces
a canvas of thoughts dance behind the mirrored glass
A reflection of was and all that will be
But at the heart of this existance is our souls poetry
No matter the money you keep in a box
Millions wont matter if your soul wont unlock
Forget about rubies and emeralds and gold
What makes your heart glisten and your existance feel bold | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 11/2/2008 6:32:07 PM | A day at the office
Alone in the office with cleaning supplies
Peering through smudge stained windows
As the world rushes by
Noone pays her notice
They seem so unaware
That beneath her job title
A poet is there
Someone whose heart beats
An breathes in sweet life
and exhales existance
beyond a cleaners life
Shes much more than the footprints
youve all left behind
an unfinished book
That the world cannot bind
Her soul pirrouettes with a freedom sublime
beyond all the dust and the dirt and the grime
Inside the office he sits at his desk
With pictures of places he hasnt been yet
He wonders his worth beyond a paycheck
As he flips for a number in a giant rolodex
The phone rings again but he just doesnt answer
He just lost his wife,who was once a dancer
A ballerina with long flowing ebony hair
as he sits at his cubicle his heart isnt there.... | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 11/3/2008 2:02:52 AM | something you did convinced me..I haven't wavered
months or years doesn't matter if truth reaches deep enough
comparing what might be to what you know is real
doesnt sell uncertainty
did you teach me to kiss or convince me
that no one else really knows how
that every cell of me reaches for you first
and will never know what comes second
again | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 11/6/2008 3:32:54 AM | Nice to see you back here again Kat
7174
Barracking Forth
05 November 2008
Some would say,
black was white, colour was blue
They will protest as if,
democracy was never one
The vote of contention,
right, as if right was wrong
While more will rejoice,
in a historic, world change
Choice and decision,
casting the gilded rule
Ahead and unity,
away from frightened children
Some will say, no,
that motion unlike yes
To be and be inscribed in law,
to make peace, love and war
“Barack Obama”
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 11/8/2008 12:01:44 AM | 7179
Dreams of Kansas
07 November 2008
Red shoes on her feet,
slippers on her toes
Beauty and wonder,
seeking love
God only knows
Looking for a rainbow,
and wishes to come true
Hearts united in a universe,
life, an education of dreams
Her happiness, step by step,
her red shoes of gloss and matt
Leather tanned in a special way,
waiting on doors to centre wide
Because then she will be home,
taking the girl out of Kansas to move
Dancing the night away, waltzing to truth
Red shoes upon her feet, and
love warming her heart to each beat
© 1995-2008 Christopher W Herbert
(a New Zealand Poet)
All Rights Reserved
a poet who cares | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 11/14/2008 4:08:31 PM | Hiya Gents:)Thanks for dropping by and contributing your wonderful writes.I really enjoyed the depth and sentiment within your words.Ive always admired both of your writing styles and hope youll drop by and visit my lil corner o the pond again soon..Happy weekend to you both:)Kat aka Ms Spiffy
something spontaneous...hmm..what to write...dont mind me..Im thinking (typing) out loud LOL :P
You came to me upon the seraphin wings of a dreamscape
where the veil of reality billows in the healing winds of the surreal
A beacon of light illuminating what is real
as the cloak of nightfall enshrouds my deepest secrets revealed
I am standing at the pinnacle of twighlights gaze
Reaching for your hand within the dusky grey metallic haze
I cannot see you but your soul is cradled within the safety of my hearts gaze
A bridal veil rests upon my head.. woven out of loving words youve said
Vines of nectar sweet promises adorn like flowers
In this sleepy sunrise springtime hour
Do not awaken me,no not just yet
The world is sometimes my regret
Spinning on this carousel
of my lost freedoms wishing well
Im wandering in a garden of thought
There is never enough time for the sublime
The alarm clock chimes
And again even in dreams
I havent told you what needs to be said | |
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| Just makin out in the thread again lol :D
Posted: 11/14/2008 4:20:57 PM | Leaves cascade back down to earth
tinged crimson burning fire
But they merely wear an innocent blush
when compared to hearts aflame desire
Old fashioned penned love letters
held tight with sealing wax
Like a kiss upon the lips
Of the one who replied back
Whats happened to the romance
Of love letters of old
Hand scripted tender verses
Where loves legacy unfolds | |
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