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| more stuff for Kat:)AKA her ROFL
Posted: 7/7/2005 1:35:53 PM | Keep the great writes comin guys!This thread has really sparked my interest in writing again.I started when I was eleven then when things got hectic in my life this past year,I gave it up for a bit.Writing is such a part of me though.I had to come back.I dont think theres any such thing as good or bad poetry,as its a little window into someone elses private thoughts.Thank you so much for being so generous sharing your poems with me.Im proud to call all of you old and new friends!Mwah(Does happy dance)    | |
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| friends who write
Posted: 7/7/2005 1:56:30 PM | In 2003 I composed 1000 pages of poetry and a little more, then in July 2004 - I slowed down - and only wrote 20 pages in 6 months - and wrote totally nothing in January 2005 - however I did complete 2004 in adding 500 pages to my collection of works. When while I had come to a stand still in my writing - when I could find the spirit I truly needed to compose it was there - from February 2005 to June 2005 - I must have added around 300 pages of new poems (psalms) to my growing collection - we can lose heart or we can get consumed - then I write because others like and get to enjoy my works - I compose from my heart and do not always get it right - as to listening to that still small voice that guides me -
Sure I am different - I have numbers, dates, spreadsheets and a database - but in the end I am me - and if others like me - and what I write - they also may and do become a part of that book of life - each of my works in poetry adds too - now is the truth too painful - when I knww there will be people who will read this - to think I am rambling, crazy , prolific and braging all over again - if I am good or bad - I do not judge - I let others do that for me
I was told this was good - that it was good as well because it had no rhyme - however I also was out of practice when I wrote this works below.
3857
Determining Another Step
04 February 2005
If fate has a way of happening
then I am known to walk many miles in a day
Like it was only yesterday I covered a distance
on account - step by step into another path
Even if at times my door
is left without a knock
The desire remains of
a hope captured in heart
Tomorrow - oh tomorrow
lost away from yesterdays dreams
Yet fresh from dew covered
pastures at dawn
Such a mixture of attitude
listening to an intermit pull
Determined to take another step
in enhancing a happening of God’s will
“And whosoever shall compel thee to go a mile, go with him twain.”
Matt. 5: 41 KJV
“BOAST not thyself of to morrow;
for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.
Proverbs. 27: 1 KJV
“Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.”
James 4: 14 KJV
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| Thanks for droppin in
Posted: 7/7/2005 2:37:22 PM | | Ill see yall later..I have lots to do...Suprise me with some cool posts for when I check back later!ittl be just like XMAS! LOL Id love to see more new faces in here too.Everyone is welcome,even if you just wanna give writing a try and never wrote before.That would be really excellenbt to see here.Love all my friends bunches,and thanks again guys for showcasing all your awesome talent here ..Im out | |
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| color your world
Posted: 7/7/2005 4:03:33 PM | red
white
and
blue
in living color
just for
U
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| Thanks for droppin in too
Posted: 7/7/2005 4:05:01 PM | | Thanks for redecorating poet...The "room" looks very nice. It needed a lil color haha Im on my way out AGAIN ,but hopefully by the time I get back more people will have stopped by and decorated my lil corner O' the pond with their poetry..Hugs kids LOL,Kat | |
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| Someone Loves You Too
Posted: 7/7/2005 5:36:08 PM | 3920
Someone Loves You Too
15 April 2005
Someone loves you
in New Zealand
Someone loves you
far and away
Of this love
so distant to be
If only because
of an ocean across a sea
Someone loves you
in New Zealand
This wonderful girl
from the land of the free
Since this love
will never be the same
Unless you are
right here next to me
"The Spirit of the Lord is but one,
yet the word of God is a gift to you.
As if it is from a voice to be heard
and write in the taste of the day."
poettothecars {10 June 2002}
a poet who cares
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| Per your request
Posted: 7/7/2005 7:39:58 PM | Hey, FFH, per your request, I'll repost some of the nicer ones here that were buried elsewhere. Hope you're having a great day.
To Dream
Ghosts fade into day
where bright light
sweeps bitter memories
in the dark corners
to be resurrected
once more at night's
behest: a terrible
haunting this ever
recurring dream
of what went wrong
and where did I fail:
to dream, without this
ghost, is my dream.
Instead the impression
of where you once
slumbered remains
in what once was
our bed and I dream...
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| Per your request
Posted: 7/7/2005 7:41:35 PM | | Fell, if you are ever in the area, lol, check out my thread, Poetry Collection, That is my piece of work, hope ya like it girl!!!. | |
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| Burned to Memory
Posted: 7/7/2005 7:42:10 PM | Burned to memory
like acid etched
portraits, images
of the vultures
feasting off
emotional turmoil
while disguised
as comforting
angels: oh, let's
talk they will say
but there is no
comfort in talk--
not for a man,
at least. I see
their faces masked
with false concern;
but beneath the desire
lurks their need to spread
a banquet of gossip
which rages like fire
over dry timber.
Burned to memory,
I still see her--
the only one who
really understood.
She didn't sit
or talk or listen;
her comfort came
in deed, again
and again in waves
of physical release.
How sweet the sound
of her song of pleasure
to assuage my pain.
How sweet her arms
wrapped round me
in the night's
shadow where memory
lurks for those
who only talk,
those whose honest
is dishonesty. | |
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| Per your request
Posted: 7/7/2005 7:44:19 PM | Thank you so much Dinged!Im always sooooooooooooooooooooooo happy :) when you drop by.Come back soon!Ill put up the coffee and get some donuts....my thread will be a regular coffee house woo hoo!Your poem really moved me. I love the way you paint such artisitc pictures of emotion with your words..MWAH Ill drop in again later for a few...and post more too..gotta run..Thanks all! Kat | |
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| Falling Angels
Posted: 7/7/2005 7:49:06 PM | I originally posted this on Mari's thread.
Falling Angels
I
And the world’s afire,
flames kissing life
like backseat lovers—
the TV drones,
“One moment, please.”
Lingering like smoke’s ghost,
thoughts caress the meaningless
melodrama of everyday
existence—embers
burning to ash…
Hoping for this electronic
opium to quench
the consuming thoughts
of an angel falling
though my dreams.
Embers turn to ash…
Her form haunts me.
To praise her eyes,
her lips cultivates
an exotic plant
in a spares soil,
one needing a loam
richer than a whispered
whim, its care
careful, if roots
are to hug dark earth.
Embers smolder in ash.
II
Yes, at times I cursed
capricious gods and
their unholy quest—
that vision always
a finger’s breadt
beyond grasp.
Listen, I rage no more.
From castle high my
angel lights my path.
And patiently as wind
brushing against stone,
until only foundation remains,
I quest toward my angel,
my grail until our lives
entwine and our embrace
shall sear the night!
III
The thrill of nascent passion,
with its longing glances
and legs brushing beneath tables
season our days with that fantastic
hope to become reality: its dancing
on the precipice, praying
the edge holds, knowing
it could crumble and we’d
tumble like angels into the abyss
which race our hearts
like deer fleeing hunters:
a moment from hell,
a moment from heaven—
it the long night of existence,
a moment of living…..
IV
When we’re apart a second crawls by,
and the wind sings no more
but squalls like a bobcat
on a blood trail.
I miss your smile and easy laughter,
the sound of your voice,
soft as fox’s coat
and your fragrance—
what bee knows a perfume more sweet
than a man with a woman in love?
V
Were I king and you, my Salome,
more than John’s head
would adorn your silver platter,
and if I don’t utter “I love you”
enough, forgive me, for I do!
When winter snaps and snarls
Or the loneliness aches
bone deep, I’ll hold you,
and we’ll rock until
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| Per your request
Posted: 7/7/2005 7:49:58 PM | Woo Hoo! Another poem from you dinged! You snuck in here while I was posting the other message..Love that one too!Cats I will definately drop by your thread in a bit girl! LOL Ill make a special trip!! It was cute how you said if Im ever in the area!I promised my daughter Id play a quick game of animal crossing(Game cube LOL)before she goes to bed:)Love you guys.Ill be back later ...hugs,Kat  | |
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| Prayer
Posted: 7/7/2005 7:51:51 PM | Prayer
No Peace comes with spring,
its rain flowering memories
best left dormant.
I pray for drought. No use.
For solace I straddle motorcycle
and hurl through the night,
lightning's tattered edge
lighting my way...
Upon heaven's screen,
visions of battlements
and skycars flicker
like barroom love.
And amidst this hell,
prayer's answer
nods with the needle
of raindrops.
Wrenching throttle,
I up dosage,
motor thundering
toward another barroom
rose planted... | |
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| Per your request
Posted: 7/7/2005 7:53:10 PM | Dinged.....I had to post one more time..I just reread your last poem you posted......Brilliant!!Im speechless...wow... | |
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| Matchless
Posted: 7/7/2005 7:55:09 PM | Matchless
Gathering dust
and cobwebs
on a table of mated
knick-knacks,
a lone salt shaker
hosts hostesses’
well-intended shuffle
of odd ornaments,
an endless array
of near misses:
some too tall,
others too thick,
all too something,
none sparking
that spontaneous
combustion
of perfect match. | |
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| Pride
Posted: 7/7/2005 7:57:16 PM | Pride
Some would say my sin was pride--
that when I expressed my dismay
and uttered those fateful words,
"I will not serve," I set my course--
a fallen star blazing across heaven's
vault like a beacon for the disenchanted.
They were wrong; I was merely weary
of being the bringer of death and doom,
of accusing those He would have me
accuse. Now, I weary of being His
Puppet in this prescribed drama--
I feel my footsteps before my feet
rise to move and know my destiny
is predestined without my choice
being part of the matter. I am
a fallen star who looses in this
cypher of forever love. | |
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| FFH
Posted: 7/7/2005 8:15:28 PM | You are too kind! I think the rest of the things I've posted are on Mari Sam's and KG's threads. I hope this is what you wanted.
:-)
You rock!
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| fellfromheaven again
Posted: 7/7/2005 9:27:50 PM | 3901
Beautiful Green Eyes
03 April 2005
Green eyes of love
green eyes of dreams
Green eyes that look so right
How wonderful are green eyes
shining oh so bright
This vision of beauty
poise and grace
Yet so delicate as
the finery of lace
Her green eyes glowing
like a traffic light reflecting
a beacon to love
Upon a canvas of her happiness
in sense of God in heaven above
Beautiful green eyes of love
green eyes of dreams
Green eyes calling you near
these green eyes of comfort and fair
“Say to them that are of a fearful heart, Be strong, fear not: behold,
your God will come with vengeance, even God with a recompense;
he will come and save you. 35:5 Then the eyes of the blind shall
be opened, and the ears of the deaf shall be unstopped”
Isaiah 35: 5-6 KJV | |
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| fellfromheaven again
Posted: 7/7/2005 9:55:41 PM | | Dinged..It was so kind of you to take the time to post so many of your gems on my thread!You rock too hon,and Im so happy to have you as a friend!Poet thank you again for sharing your wonderful poetry with me... you guys are so awesome....hugs all around :) Im going to go read some of Cats poetry...Ill be back to post more later on tonight!I cant wait to check out your stuff chicka ! | |
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| Winter....behind glass
Posted: 7/7/2005 10:34:27 PM | I just felt like waving LOL
Frost spreads across my bedroom window
Like the wings of a white lace patterned moth
I am trapped behind the ice
Held in by glass and winters quiet nightime solitude
This is my life
Perfectly preseved
By creativity,and precious moments alone
Sorting everything out in silence
Writing,Loving thinking,dreaming
Just a few of the things that give my soul meaning
And make my heart embrace,,,,
Everything about me is so real
And everything about you is so real
Frost spreads across my winters window
In Patterns so perfect and unique
Even the most unbridled artist
Couldnt duplicate
The icy innocence and purity
Of natures perfect dream
I am every bit of who I seem
So I begin finger painting
My frosty iced window
Freezing my fingertips
Discovering new talents
I am alone now
Thoughts in perfect balance
Let me show you
Everything I love about being real
Everything Ive gained from being able to feel
As deeply for those I love as I do
The moonlight drips down
In slilver streaks
As I close my eyes
This journey never dies
Its only just begun
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| Do You Feel the Same?
Posted: 7/8/2005 12:57:34 AM | Whenever I'm around you
I don't know what to say
And so I say nothing
I keep my secret safe
I fear rejection
I fear shame
Cuz I only want to hold you
Do you feel the same?
Whenever you are speaking
I hang on every word you say
And though I pay attention
My thoughts drift away
I'm looking right through you
Yeah, I'm looking right through you
I'm searching for a clue, just to know...
...If you feel the same | |
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| Winter....behind glass
Posted: 7/8/2005 1:00:32 AM | wow...figured id stop by and say hi....so....hi... :) im sucha geek somtimes, ok all the time, but n eway, im inspired but tired so ill get on with the show....pleasure to make yer aquaintance...
the elecric humm of the refrigerator
lulls me to chilled cotton sheets
that call out to me
like a child out past the street lights coming on
emploring me to settle in for the cartoon dreams
that dance on the inside of my tightly drawn eyelids
skin deep dramatizations,
peices of fragments of moments in time
i record the events
like a underpaid court sketch artist
embellishing each crime
drawing each line
in each face of each juror
of each case, just in case
bubbling misgivens and shoulda saids
or perhaps a slight of hand signal was missed
or maybe mistyped hyped news flashes
give me impulses to
buy things i dont need too
to breed
even though
sometimes,
i struggle to feed?
sometimes...
my washed out brain waves
pick up channels in HDTV
peircingly real and imersive
like thick
dark
cold
water.
peace
th30ry
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| Winter....behind glass
Posted: 7/8/2005 1:26:03 AM | | Blipspurb....It was such an unexpected and awesome suprise to see you in here.Im so happy you took the time to stop by and share some of your work in this thread.I can feel the emotion in your poem and you have a very unique gift for conveying whats on your mind..Th30ry..I was admiring your thread earlier and your writing style.I really appreciate you stopping by as well.Im blown away by the last few posts in here!You both rock my sox..LOL Please feel free to stop by anytime.I have plenty of coffee and donuts for everyone..LOL Welcome to fellfromheavens house | |
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