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| “Butterfly Dreams”
Posted: 7/6/2005 10:08:03 PM | 3921
“Butterfly Dreams”
18 April 2005
Each night as to drift off to sleep
I hold you next to me in arms of caress
To feel your heartbeat in a palm towards my soul
of an understanding in wealth of such beauty
Close to you in a pleasantness as to scent
holding you in a grasp of compassion
Hearing each breath as you bereave
not wanting in each momentum of pause leave
For tomorrow was but a memory
in yours this mammary to fondle
Where gladness and happiness doth hide
for tomorrow you become the bride
As each night our dreams are but one
of holding you next to me in arms of caress
To feel your heartbeat in verse towards my soul
to understanding of wealth and beauty made
“And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say,
Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever
will, let him take the water of life freely.”
Revelation 22: 17 KJV | |
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| this just fell from heaven
Posted: 7/6/2005 10:28:25 PM | 4077
Eyes to Storm
07 July 2005
Picture this
eyes closed to a storm
Her back not turned
her face a smile sweet
Unnerving
yet unjustified to peace
Each beat of heart
the purr of a cat
Breathing gentle breath
enveloped with soul to breast
Resting upon a hand in gentle caress
through the mind of a drifting sleep
Beside her - he views this inner self
to happiness to have her so near
This life of future being to partake
of two in haven united to share
Again I say unto you, That if two of you shall agree on earth
as touching any thing that they shall ask, it shall be done for them
of my Father which is in heaven. For where two or three are
gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.”
Matthew 18: 19-20 KJV | |
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| this just fell from heaven
Posted: 7/6/2005 10:34:00 PM | Thanks again for sharing poet.Im so happy you enjoy sharing your poems with me. They are moving and brilliant! Ill post something soon Hugs,Kat | |
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| this just fell from heaven
Posted: 7/6/2005 10:36:59 PM | | The truth is the last poem I composed moments ago - was inspired by looking over a photograph of you and kinda just fellfromheaven | |
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| this just fell from heaven
Posted: 7/6/2005 11:02:03 PM | This poem also appears in The poetry contest thread by Cats
The summer painted the world in all her favorite colors
Everyday people Turned into egyptian princesses
With skin the color of the rarest bronze jewels
The trees were adorned with crowns of emeralds
Reaching their branches like arms tward the Heavens
As if this were an offering to God
Such beauty,such splendor
My sweet angel remembers
The smell of fire saturating her party clothes
Hair fluttering about her shoulders
Like a halo of worshipping butterflies
And the sweet cotton candy smells of summers past
As she kissed her daughters rosy cheeks
She recalls running down a beach of white pebbles,Lucky stones she called them....
And when she reached the tall field grass,it grabbed her ankes like ropes
Freezing each step,if only for a moment.
Everyone has their time to dance
The world becomes hushed
As an orchestra of crickets begins their first concerto
She is their only audience,and for now....
She is all that matters
He watches her from a distance and wonders if she misses him
Her world is so full of friends and flowers,
Boquets collected along lifes winding pathways
But her life has so many turns
Like a ballerina shes always twisting and turning
If she spends too much time alone
She might realize she misses him so.
Everyone has their time to dance
For now,she is a ballerina on the beach
As the waves crash in giving her a thunderous round of applause
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| this just fell from heaven too
Posted: 7/6/2005 11:10:00 PM | if i had a heart to beat
I would give that to you
then of reality to life
one plus one
does mean it takess two
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| this just fell from heaven too ... continued
Posted: 7/7/2005 12:08:44 AM | where yesterday was once today
and there you were still at heaven's gate
So there I was simply there
to await this discovery of kittens to fate
(a works in progressing) | |
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| this just fell from heaven too ... rewrite
Posted: 7/7/2005 12:11:09 AM | a bad rhyme is still bad - and two many repeats of one word are worse
where yesterday was once today
and there you were still at heaven's gate
So here I was simply to await
this discovery of kittens to fate
(a works in progressing to improvement) | |
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| this just fell from heaven too ...next stanza
Posted: 7/7/2005 1:08:36 AM | Of heart and soul
to that of forth right fun
To love - to leave
or just to her in happening
into opened out arms run
(almost finished - one more stanza to compose ) | |
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| this just fell from heaven too ...LAST stanza
Posted: 7/7/2005 1:29:48 AM | Thank you Poet..That was very lovely
This poem is dedicated to a dear friend of mine who inspired my love of classical music
Mozart,Beethoven and Bach
Your unspoken hearts passions glide effortlessly over the keys
Fluttering fingers,like heavens breath on angels wings
Let me listen and become entranced
By the melodic sounds of your heart
And all that it encapsulates
As it breathes lifes fire into mine
Our souls hold hands through the timelessness of music
I am captivated,and enchanted beyond the moment,beyond the stars
I become more eternal as you weave your spellbinding tapestry
Your genius wraps around me,as fingers dance from key to key
Play your thoughts and deepest emotions for us to see
The music melts into me,becoming such a part forever
Music is such an inspiring lover
I am not one,without the other
It touches me in places noone else can
Reaching inward beyond what the world cant see
In perfect,timeless tapestry | |
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| this just fell from heaven too ...LAST stanza
Posted: 7/7/2005 1:59:42 AM | A silent song of prayer breaks through the shadowy darkness
I am standing at the edge of a honey colored field
Waiting for the sun to illuminate this quiet darkened chaos
The hours pass by like friends
With someplace else they need to be
If you could see with the same eyes Ive tattooed with my most private thoughts
You'd have a better grasp on whats its like to burn a pathway through the darkness
Night vision.Like roses drinking in blood collected on their spiney thorns
A painful lesson in protecting what is beautiful and free
I am sleeping at the edge of a honey colored field
I wish I had your arms for comfort
But instead Im being held by a cold grey tree
Theres always somewhere else we all need to be
To find our unknown destiny
But these thoughts keep crowding me in bed
As the tired world keeps clouding
This sleepy poets head
Ill be here waiting for the sun to rise above
All this quiet darkened chaos
At the edge of a honey colored field
Thanks again to all my old and new friends who posted here today..MWAH!Love you all | |
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| She Fell from Heaven (completed work)
Posted: 7/7/2005 2:36:54 AM | As composed line upon line precept upon precept - here a little and there a little (Isaiah) right here - word for word upon the pages of this thread - a thoughtless process of thoughtfulness
by poettothecars (in the name of amour - or amor {French and Spanish for love)
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She Fell from Heaven
07 July 2005
If I had a heart to beat
I would give that to you
Then of reality to life
one plus one
does mean it takes two
Where yesterday was once today
and there you were still at heaven’s gate
So here I was simply to await
this discovery of kittens to fate
Of heart and soul
to that of forth right fun
To love - to leave
or just to her in happening
into opened out arms run
Whether to write nor weep
if there was composure to cry
Seeking out a personage to like
and to know of her damn well try
“THUS saith the LORD to his anointed . . . , whose right hand
I have holden, to subdue nations before him; and I will loose
the loins of kings, to open before him the two leaved gates;
and the gates shall not be shut; That they may know from
the rising of the sun, and from the west, that there is none
beside me. I am the LORD, and there is none else.”
Isaiah 45:1, 6 KJV
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| She Fell from Heaven (completed work)
Posted: 7/7/2005 3:45:49 AM | What kind of drug are you on?
is that your idea of fun?
a book becomes a bird..
a sound that makes no word
I see you fall to pieces
and you still don't find your releases
I don't want you to spiral down
You think it's fun to drown?
I want to help you please
This is a sick disease
Take my hand before it's too late
don't leave it up to your fate.
If I could cry enough tears I would
Please stop I think you should.
No one wants to see you hurt.
don't yell at me.. don't be curt.
no more running no more fear.
For you I am always here..
A G.Katelynn original | |
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| just a carpoet from New Zealand
Posted: 7/7/2005 3:56:32 AM | 2796
State and Providence
24 May 2003
It was a long way from
New York to British Columbia
Then it would be even
further if you stopped in
North Carolina along the way
Or should that be the case
in visiting Ontario in
Southern California instead
Prior to your departure from
Los Angeles to Winnipeg
Where in Manitoba
North Dakota was closer to Regina
if Saskatchewan was on your way
Because then at least
your place was in Canada
To be in Vancouver
Washington some day
“And I was led by the Spirit, not knowing
beforehand the things which I should do.”
1 Nephi 4: 6 BOOK OF MORMON
another poettothecars expression
of virtual happening | |
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| In perfect,timeless tapestry (words that fell from heaven)
Posted: 7/7/2005 4:51:31 AM | The footnote I have provided for this works is in direct association with the lines "Where there in division was at single encounter - the river of an ocean united to sea" -
A concept where in New Zealand a person can stand at the northern most point of New Zealand in seeing with their own eyes a merging of two waters - The Pacific Ocean - and the Tasman Sea (a water mass spaning the west coast of New Zealand and that of the lower coastline of Australia to bridge the gap between two nations often referred to joinly as Australasia or a mythical Southern Continent)
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Timeless to Texture
07 July 2005
In perfect timeless tapestry
her words weave their tattered path
Reaching out to a world of land
Where there in division was
at single encounter - the river
of an ocean united to sea
Like heavens breath on angels wings
her presence cascades to places never scene
These melodic sounds of a woman’s heart
transcribing each step forth to gather wind
Unspoken to trueness over reality
understood in fashion reflected mirror
Listening for Mozart and Beethoven
along with a strand of Bach
In tune of concerto classical to minor
nocturnal to her awakening breath
Entranced enchantingly inward with soul
spellbound as woven in each stitch of thread
New Zealand, Maori (Polynesian peoples) describe the most northern point of the North Island of New Zealand, as Te Hiku o te Ika a Maui - the tail of the fish of Maui. According to traditional Maori legend, the North Island was once a giant fish pulled out of the sea by a fisherman named Maui from his canoe, (the canoe representing the South Island of New Zealand as to legend). Within this South Pacific country made up of two major islands that are New Zealand. Where Wellington (New Zealand’s Capital City in the lower realm of the North Island, forms the head of the fish, and at the tip of the fish's tail stands Cape Reinga. (New Zealand’s northern most point—marked also by a lighthouse in this region known as Northland).
Aside from the Cape Reinga lighthouse, another incredible sight in its unique quality is that Cape Reinga is located at the meeting place of two oceans - the Pacific Ocean and the Tasman Sea. As visitors flock to see the turbulent waters at the exact point the two oceans meet | |
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| In perfect,timeless tapestry (words that fell from heaven)
Posted: 7/7/2005 5:09:07 AM | I sit here fighting off the chills,
Thinking of how many wonderful thrills,
I could receive from him that night,
That would be a wonderful sight,
He leans over and gives me a kiss,
That puts me in a heavenly bliss,
My body becomes numb,
My heart beating like a drum,
He slaps my bumm and up we run,
Into my room to have some fun,
He removes my clothes and begins to stare,
At me standing there naked and bare,
I remove his clothes and begin to look,
He looks like a page right out of a book,
Our bodies are filled with passion unmeasured,
But being with him is something to be treasured,
He lays me down upon my bed,
And places a pillow under my head,
We make love until we begin to sweat.
Sry fell, I didn't mean to heat things up in here. Just something off the top of my head again this morning before I have to head into work. Figured you could enjoy that. hehehe. | |
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| An Undetermined Affair
Posted: 7/7/2005 5:42:50 AM | and there I am catsmeow02, in my world about to go to bed - as if it is 12. 30 am in New Zealand on July 8, 2005 - yet much in being 8.30 am in Ohio and New York - on what in my house began 16 hours ago as July 7, 2005 - so I hope you had a great day at work - while I consider my own rest-creation and pre-occupation once I arise one more - but having my PC about 6 feet from my bedroom door - is not a true help - when I stop off the check my emails and they keep flowing, when I should be seeking the off switch of my computer.
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An Undetermined Affair
28 May 2005
Goodnight my love
you’re so beautiful
Of face in understanding
to spirit given in distance gain
To be near you
this way of knowing
Reality a muse of myth
deep in soul of triumph
Why has the wind
changed in challenge of breeze
Oh God how gratitude
was yours to beholden too
Sheep counted in flock
determination of prayer
Goodnight my love
towards happenings of
an undetermined affair
“What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them,
doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after
that which is lost, until he find it? And when he hath found it,
he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he cometh home,
he calleth together his friends and neighbours, saying unto them,
Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost.”
Luke 15: 4-6 KJV
©2005 Regina Publications
poettothecars
Pueda Manana Abrazamos Sinceramente
May Tomorrow We Truly Embrace | |
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| An Undetermined Affair
Posted: 7/7/2005 7:08:24 AM | I wrote this poem today on my lunch break thinking of my baby as always
Happiness
Happiness is a feeling everytime i kiss you.
It's a feeling i get when i'm with you.
I'll always love you just the way you are.
Happiness is a feeling of joy,
like the way i feel just holding you.
Looking into your eyes i knew that not a soul on this earth would ever complete me the way you have.
Happiness is like those warm, sunny days, the one's we sit and admire.
That's the same way i feel for you in my heart like those days.
Till the day when it's time for us to apart, forever you'll be in my heart.
So until that day we apart arrives my day's with you will always be filled with,
HAPPINESS | |
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| An Undetermined Affair
Posted: 7/7/2005 7:10:00 AM | here's another poem to those who found the love of there life but can neva have them
One True Love
Pain is confusion.
Confusion is how i feel right now.
Why would you choose her, when you know it should be me.
I just want to know, was my love not good enough?
We've been best friend's for awhile.
But now we've lost it all over our love.
But what i don't understand is was i not worthy of your love in return?
Now you've found someone,seems everything is going well.
I know i should be happy, but why am i wishing it to fail?
Deep inside i know your the one.
But despite it all my love for you, will it ever end?
I'm going to have to face reality and wipe these tears.
Cause i'm learning now that with you, there will never be.
I must now move on and pray that one day,
i'll find the happiness that you've found.
So now i sit here and got to let you fly, but forever in my heart you'll always be
my One True Love | |
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| An Undetermined Affair
Posted: 7/7/2005 12:36:48 PM | | Wow all you guys!Alot happenned while I was away.Thanks so much for adding such wonderful poems to my thread.You all are so unbelievably awesome! Keep em comin! Im amazed at how fast this thread has grown in only two days:) Big hugs!Kat | |
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| more stuff by Kat:)AKA me!LOL
Posted: 7/7/2005 12:58:24 PM | Mist hangs delicately in the air
I am home
Ageless and inpired by the warm glow of sunsprays,tugging at my heart like puppet strings made of spun gold
Waves crash thunderously in my mind,washing it completely clean
Dont let the darkness find me..I just need one more moment in the sun
My eyes reach out twards the light
Reflecting my irridescant hopes upon the water
So many tears Ive fought off,in waves of inspirational rebellion
I am a fighter
Welcome to my world,where there are no doors to block the screams of angels
No windows to reflect the sun away from me
No walls to stop my singing,or my voice from being heard
The artist painted another lovely sunset
We can erase it from our minds
But it always comes back
Rain will never wash it away or dull its divinely inspired colors
Im waiting patiently for the stars to return
Tiny flecks or silver incandescant flecks of dust
against the black canvas of the midnight sky
So many thoughts,but never enough reasons
Our lives spin around,and rotate like the seasons
Mist hangs softly in the air
I remain ageless in this play on words
Bathing me in soft sunlight
Welcome to my world of sweet remembrance
Little footnote..Hey Cats...Feel free to post anything you wish!heating things up is a good thing!:) | |
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| more stuff for Kat:)AKA her ROFL
Posted: 7/7/2005 1:07:57 PM | 4004
On His Shoulder to Cry
29 May 2005
Is love not a pain
or was it that when two people
care for each other love truly hurts
Of poet and woman made
in God’s hand of honour and trust
Her happiness - His understanding
a shoulder to cry - where to weep
Turning to one another in need
even if so far away of reach
Such prophecy borne in path
unified where oceans dare spread
Too be there - yet not holden in hand
Tear drops of reality never lost
An interconnection
messenger in Christ
For whom does she seek
hour to his heart in time
"For behold, it is not meet that I should command in all things; for
he that is compelled in all things, the same is a slothful and not a
wise servant; wherefore he receiveth no reward. Verily I say, men
should be anxiously engaged in a good cause, and do many things
of their own free will, and bring to pass much righteousness; For
the power is in them, wherein they are agents unto themselves.
And inasmuch as men do good they shall in nowise lose their reward."
Doctrine and Covenants 58: 26-28
"Wherefore, now let every man [and woman] learn his [or her] duty,
and to act in the office in which he is appointed, in all diligence."
Doctrine and Covenants 107: 99
[words in brackets added] | |
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