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| For all you downtrodden chappies
Posted: 11/7/2005 10:34:40 PM | Recently a 'Husband Super Store' opened where women could go to choose a
husband from among many men. It was laid out in five floors, with the men
increasing in positive attributes as you ascended. The only rule was, once
you opened the door to any floor, you HAD to choose a man from that floor;
if you went up a floor, you couldn't go back down except to leave the place,
never to return.
A couple of girlfriends went to the shopping centre to find some husbands...
First floor: The door had a sign saying, "These men have jobs and love
kids." The women read the sign and said, "Well, that's better than not
having a job or not loving kids, but I wonder what's further up?" So up they
went.
Second floor: The sign read, "These men have high paying jobs, love kids,
and are extremely good looking." "Hmmm," said the ladies, "But, I wonder
what's further up?"
Third floor: This sign read, "These men have high paying jobs, are extremely
good looking, love kids and help with the housework." "Wow," said the women,
"Very tempting." But there was another floor, so further up they went.
Fourth floor: This door had a sign saying "These men have high paying jobs,
love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a
strong romantic streak." "Oh, mercy me," they cried, "Just think what must
be awaiting us further on!" So up to the fifth floor they went.
Fifth floor: The sign on that door said, "This floor is empty and exists
only to prove that women are impossible to please. The exit is to your left,
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| For all you downtrodden chappies
Posted: 11/8/2005 1:08:24 AM |  
I've heard a variation on that before, Carib, thanks.
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Here's a related poem I wrote in December 1981:
LILY
I bought my wife a lovely stone
The jeweller said was the finest cut.
And though I opened the gift for her
Those quiescent eyes stayed tightly shut.
"A present, my dear", I whispered in puzzlement.
"Yours to keep in joy and languor".
And taking my hand, she looked at me then:
"The time to impress me has ended for sure". | |
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| Seasons
Posted: 11/8/2005 9:56:20 AM | * I wrote this one two years ago...I casually met a guy through a friend and then 4 days later the guy's brother was killed in a gruesome car accident, that he witnessed... a few months later, we met again and time went from there, however we are no longer together*
SEASONS CHANGED
I remember the night I first met you
a chance encounter that left an impression
on no one else but me.
As interest peaked - I shook it off
The realization of our different worlds
rang loudly through my thoughts.
Suddenly, bad news spread quickly - demon ridden.
A lost introduction, not so long ago
brought unexpected pangs of sadness to my heart,
as unannounced tears cried silently out for you.
Then without warning - fate
I met you again.
This time slowly, timidly...
you came back into my life, still unaware.
Seasons changed.
A cold spring turned into a hot summer -
of beers and lawnchairs,
then summer to fall
and the nights of lingering stays.
But now it engulfs me - this realization..
A boy I met over six months ago - jagged around the edges
Is the same man who holds me close
and feels so smooth against my heart.
I bask in this perfect moment,
hearing the radio -
the lyrics reverberating through my soul
(as if the song were meant for us alone)
I kiss you gently and wonder -
will i ever be able to chase your demons away
while forever hoping somehow,
you too are smiling. | |
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| Hiya kids:)
Posted: 11/8/2005 4:17:39 PM | OnetuffQT Your above poem is a perfect example of how the most beautiful poems are usually inspired by the most emotion filled situations.That is such an incredible write...and the imagery blew me away ..Rory  gottcha back!lol jk I really enjoyed your lil write:)great to see ya here again.... ..Carribean...another great and humorous post from you:)Loved it!  .Poet always such a pleasure reading your work as well.Have a great nite kids.Im still working on kicking the smoking thing...Smoke free for almost 36 hrs I miss writing but probably for the next few days I wont be up to it...Soon though for sure./..In the meantime,Ill enjoy reading everyone elses stuff Have an awesome nite and a little prom wave...Kat  *Edit....Ive made a decision for personal reasons to stop posting in all other forums except the poetry section at least for the time being.If ya dont see me around...just given ya the heads up.:)Also I havent checked my POF mail for the last few days,but I will get to it soon..Take care!Love yas,Kat | |
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| Morning kids:)
Posted: 11/9/2005 5:55:10 AM | Hope yall are having an excellent day so far!woot woot!I should be up to posting some more poems soon.(Having a little writers block lately)In the meantime,Id love to read anything you guys care to share in my lil corner O the forums..Take care,and have a highly excellent day,LPW ,Kat  | |
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| Morning kids:)
Posted: 11/9/2005 6:58:11 AM | ^^good morning Alis!!!!!!
Winds of change
Do you fight against the winds of change,
Head down...stubbornly buffeted to and fro..
Or turn your back..and spread your arms..
And shout.."come on...let's go!
Embracing..boldly facing..what ever lies ahead..
Eyes wide open...chin held high..
Embracing the newness of whatever is..
As you catch the winds...and fly!
dar | |
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| Morning kids:)
Posted: 11/9/2005 8:42:18 AM | | Morning guys:) Awesome write dar..What an encouraging way to start the day with your inspiring write:) Good to see you both here:) Kat | |
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| Morning kids:)
Posted: 11/9/2005 11:17:54 AM | 4522
Acquainted to Friend
09 November 2005
Pain - anger - mercy
forgiven to dream
To consider the impossible
yet walk in righteous steps
Blessed are the humble
blind are those who cannot see
Where vision was not with eyes
while only heart could outward look
Why was it this had to be
when to like one meant little
Because the number must be two
since then one could like another
This difference of a friend
or a fondness acquainted to desire
To dream - to forgive - saying sorry
if life ruled out ways mistaken to understand
© Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| Nite kids:)
Posted: 11/9/2005 6:38:05 PM | Thanks for stopping by today everyone.I loved your write poet.Im actually off to bed already...  Hope all is well with everyone:)I should be back to posting again in the poetry forums soon enough .Keep the awesome writes comin.I miss & Love yall ... lil prom wave,Kat | |
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| Nite kids:)
Posted: 11/9/2005 6:41:07 PM | Good night to ali:
Please don't type and dally.
Else you'll regret it, and tally
The cost while forth you sally.
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| What is it...?
Posted: 11/9/2005 7:18:23 PM |
What is it, that amazes your senses?
The beauty, a work of art dispenses?
Watching a sun, sinking into the water?
Trembling at a movie, full of gore and slaughter?
Reading or listening, to wonderful lyrics?
Laughing at something, quite satiric?
What is it, that ignites your desire?
Snuggling with someone, by a fire?
Being seranaded, with a song?
Kissing and touching, all night long?
Dirty dancing, in a club?
Sharing a warm, bubbly tub?
What is it, that touches your soul?
A hungry child, with an empty bowl?
Endangered animals, being killed?
A human tragedy, where blood is spilled?
An environment, choking on pullution?
A tale of love, brought to resolution?
What is it, that fills your heart?
Knowing another, believes you're smart?
Feeling you're loved, for who you are?
Being worshipped, from afar?
Sensing they're attracted to you, every minute, every day?
The security knowing, they would never betray?
What is it, that occupies your mind?
Imagining inventions, to solve problems you find?
An unending search, for the truth?
Solving mysteries, like the world's greatest sleuth?
Philosophizing, the meaning of it all?
Trying to remember last night, using lousy recall?
Peace | |
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| What is it...?
Posted: 11/9/2005 8:15:59 PM | ^^ You are just so talented.!!! And I will keep on saying it. until everyone sees what I see....OB...still your #1 fan!!!!
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| My Friend
Posted: 11/10/2005 1:25:34 AM | 3985
My Friend
13 May 2005
She said - I am strong
and strong willed in mind
Yet she was also stubborn
gentle - sweet and kind
I am independent
but I don't like being alone
I live with my children
as kingdom to my throne
I am here for friendship
I have a great ear
soft shoulders and
a woman's understanding
My friend in soul
my friend in need
My friend I adore
and of happiness feed
"And it came to pass, when he was come near . . . , Behold
now, I know that thou art a fair woman to look upon: Say,
I pray thee, thou art my sister: that it may be well with me
for thy sake; and my soul shall live because of thee."
Genesis 12: 11, 13 KJV
© Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| The sun isnt even up yet...why am I?LOL
Posted: 11/10/2005 3:29:03 AM | hey Poet:)I really like the way you expressed yourself in the above poem.Do you know that poem was written on my birthday?(just a little fun fact) Hey Dar!So good to see ya here girlfriend:)How are ya? I do see the talent you are so enamored of in OBs writes.. I wanted to say I also see a tremendous talent in you as well,and wonder if you can also see it in your own work too? You are an amazingly talented writer also girlfriend Holy Cow ...Seriously though..OBthat poem and just the a you worded so many things Ive felt myself touched me on so many levels..I cant explain,but dar is right!You really have something as far as writing is concerned.its called a gift and Im so glad you share it with us Rory..... Noone else except maybe pickles probably remembers the thumbs down incident...What the heck..its funnier if thet dont Well just keep em guessin  Anyway,I hope yall have an excellent super prestigious day today.I was thinking igf anyone wants to add a positive or funny quote or poem this morning to start the day off right,that would be cool.I have a sneaking suspiscion I might attempt to write something later..Right now the only thing on my mind is coffee...and the cigarette Im not gonna have...but I so want one 4 days smoke free ..Ok have a great day,and congrats to everyone for doing such an awesome job in the poetry contest.woot woot,kat Lil prom waves for all:) | |
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| The sun isnt even up yet...why am I?LOL..coffee induced write time hehe
Posted: 11/10/2005 4:09:43 AM | spontaneous coffee induced morning write time kids:)
What if my inspiration
is alseep in bed
Slumbering deep inside this poets head
What if I pick up a pen to write
And my wordlessness
Gives me a blank white stare
From a blank white page
Like an actorless pindrop quiet stage
The war on wordlessness is waged
between my want to write
And my longing need
These thoughts inside of me
Must be freed
The dreams that need to breathe
Through verse and poetry
These days when I have writers block
Are somehow sobering to me
Yet I cant wait to have a day
When my words flow free again
Writers block has nothing to do
With an empty inkless pen
This wordlessness inside my head
Will never be a friend
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| The sun isnt even up yet...why am I?LOL
Posted: 11/10/2005 4:12:24 AM | thanks for the kind words Kat! Your posts always lift my spirit....
Positivity breeds longevity..
Absolutely true...
To live forever..just smile whenever..
And the world will come to you!
dar
Kat......every person with the gift of words...gives away so many of their thoughts...that I just think of writer's block..as a time to reflect and let our creative well refill again...luv dar
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| remember me
Posted: 11/10/2005 7:36:08 AM | Remember Me
Hello good friend, it's been awhile..
I've missed your voice..that lovely smile..
How did we ever drift apart...
Remember me?
Forget me not...
dar
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| remember me
Posted: 11/10/2005 7:40:10 AM | | Dar loved your lil writes and your encouraging words:) I know Ill be a poster child LOL again in no time...I think not smoking has given me temporary brain fuzz lol ..Have a great day kids,and Ill be around later...Love yas and thanks again girlfriend Kat | |
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| a special day
Posted: 11/10/2005 10:01:18 AM | Kat - May 13 2005 was a special day in my life
and it was on this day - it marked a two month anniversary of meeting a wonderful friend on line
While of that - the above works - My Friend - is more her own words than mine
in this habit I picked up of including her own words from messages we exchanged
This works here was also composed on the same day - but has a story of its own
The kind of stories I call fireproof memories - because once written down in verses and stanza
they are there to read in my own mind from between the lines
However this particular write has its origins in Mexico, USA and New Zealand.
The title was from her - in being clearly "our [two month] anniversary poem"
and each month since I have continued to compose an anniversary works in her honor
So in theory a few days time will be our 8 month anniversary of meeting on line
The words "Where ever there was love. There was confidence and trust in all"
came for a friend of mine in Mexico, as to his contribution to my writing.
However all is not always smooth in these days of kinship - and distance over time
is not always a great help. Given two people who must live independent lives.
Yet have a desire to meet for real - that may never come into practicality.
When no matter how much you adore someone - there can be growing pains in any relationship.
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“Our Anniversary Poem”
13 May 2005
Where ever there was love
There was confidence
and trust in all
To keep your word
and never be out of turn
Those what could be secrets
no other parity in respect
would ever in chance learn
For a word was a promise
and a promise was a word
It was not what she said
or told him in her own way
It was that he never was
going to repeat or say
Because to him - she was
as precious to in heart hold
Where any news was good
and best was friend’s together
"for Lori"
"And for the precious fruits brought forth by the sun,
and for the precious things put forth by the moon."
Deuteronomy 33: 14 JV
"She is more precious than rubies: and all the things
thou canst desire are not to be compared unto her."
Proverbs 3: 15 KJV
© Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| YO YO YO :)
Posted: 11/10/2005 11:20:28 AM | Excellent write poet:) It is true that nomatter how much you care for someone ,there are always growing pains in any good relationship...Those just strengthen the bond when its real,and afterwards, there is a comfort knowing you can make it through anything:) That almost inspired me to write another poem..Maybe Ill start a single poem thread for it I just had to bring up my pet peeve with people doing that.I know by this evening some random person will come in and post like 5 or 6 single poem threads Oh well such is life haha...LPW,Kat | |
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| A poem I wrote in 3rd grade haha :D
Posted: 11/10/2005 1:56:20 PM | OMG guys:)I just found a poem I wrote about Thanksgiving in 3rd grade.I so had to come and post it here
What Thanksgiving means to me....:) Written by Kat November 18th,1982 hehe
A time when people get together
Even if its stormy weather
The turkey and the Pumpkin pie
Are the ones that catch my eye
Eating this and eating that
All this food to make me fat
Cornucopias overflowing with the harvest
And being thankful to be alive
Feeling full and sleeping on the way home in the back seat
After my tummy and the turkey finally meet
Thats what Thanksgiving means to me | |
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| A poem I wrote in 3rd grade haha :D
Posted: 11/10/2005 2:15:12 PM | You used the word "Cornucopias", in grade 3? lol, you really were a nerd Kat. 
Very cute. And owe you and dar a ty.
Excellent writes to you, dar, and poet, too.
Peace | |
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