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Posted: 8/30/2005 8:49:52 PM | Aww poet I'm glad your alive too.
Sam-loving going back to school. Actually decided a writing classes hehe I hope it helps.I'm doing well with working, kids back in school and soccer. I actually think I had a creative moment outside thinking about school. Dang, I really miss taking the time to write creatively.
Missing all the friends
all the time that was spent
wondering how life's treating them
wishing hugs to send
time flies by without a thought
hoping in life's lessons I will be taught
in obtaining all that I need
growing all the familiar seeds
to bring new life in a dreary soil
when your no longer curled up into a coil. | |
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Posted: 8/30/2005 9:20:36 PM | I just seems right to share this here - even if understanding may be 9/10th of the lore.
I hope no one is offended by my write.
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Fresno Friends
30 April 1999
It was the Summer of the Winters’
and Christmas not profiting vintners
With a meeting of souls
wrapped up in gospel roles
Each time we met was great
often over food on a plate
Kilometres became miles
as the trek to Stratford came with smiles
So it may be sad to see them go
yet my testimony can only grow
for as I compose this rhyme
I realise they have run out of time
To my agenda cames another land
to rekindle a relationship fanned
California enters my prayers
along with those Yellowstone bears
“for Elder and Sister Winter”
Fresno is in the state of California in the United States of America, as is Yellowstone National Park in the state of Wyoming.
Stratford is found in the Central Taranaki region, around thirty minutes drive from Waitara or New Plymouth, in a southerly direction. Where the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints has branches situated in Waitara, Stratford, New Plymouth, Hawera, and Manaia, in the Taranaki District of the New Zealand Wellington Mission. | |
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Posted: 8/31/2005 7:44:22 AM | hey.. my parent live in Hawera...lol thats cool...
hey Newly love, love your thread..
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Posted: 8/31/2005 9:45:37 AM | bubbles - that is way cool too - Hawera is one hour away from my home - perhaps you would care to send me a message in my POF mail box if you like
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Posted: 8/31/2005 10:12:50 AM | hi poet...its cool that you live near there and kinda scary cause i've heard of all those places...lol
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Posted: 8/31/2005 10:16:58 AM | bubbles - as long as it is a good scary - then I have lived here my whole life and that is more scary - including my 5 generations of heritage and the fact I am related back to some of the first settles from England in my region who arrive in New Zealand from Plymouth, England in 1841. Then I understand I have relatives in Canada - I do not really know - but are in my family tree some where.
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Posted: 8/31/2005 9:43:03 PM | | bubbles did you know there is a Stratford in your province as well - and that town is next to Hawera - in New Zealand | |
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Posted: 8/31/2005 10:27:14 PM | Hey Bubbles
Didja change the criteria...tried to email you GF and got blocked
whats up with that??????
email me me or put me back on the favs list
plueeeze hon
Marisam wants you to email too hun
'k
Pickles
Hugzzzzzzzzz
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Posted: 9/1/2005 7:18:34 AM | hey pickles i added you but it wont e-mail for some reason..lol
try to send me something now..
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Posted: 9/3/2005 1:38:42 PM | Pick up Myself
Pick myself up and shake of the dust
this is something I have to do, it's a must
no more putting it, in the back of the mind
pressures of life, it's a thing you will find
creating a future, of mine not yours
you'll be up the river, with no oars
trusting in one, that deceives and who lies
I give up and I'm no longer willing to try
befriending a person, who is out for only them
lost in the illusion, in their own asylum
crazy, is the word, that medicates itself
alone for life, no one, not even yourself
you can't look in the mirror, can't beyond your nose
your heart in the last year, has become froze
I can pick up myself and shake off the dust
this is something you need to do and it's a must
your life depends, on these very words
if you only open your eyes and read what you've heard
it lays in your hands, I've washed mine of you
one day you'll wake up and see what I went through. | |
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Posted: 9/17/2005 5:05:27 PM | A New Day, Tomorrow
Good morning Dear Lord
A new day begins
I pray for forgiveness
Of all my sins
Please give me strength
To face the day ahead
Fill me with joy
Wash away all my dread
Cleanse my heart
Of pain and sorrow
Fill it with hope
Of a new day, tomorrow.
Copyright ©2005 Melinda D****** | |
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Posted: 9/17/2005 5:10:54 PM | The Plug
Empty faces
Show no traces
Of the places
That I have been
They’re all the same
They have no name
Is this a game
My mind is playin’
I have denied
But I can’t hide
This pain inside
It’s killin’ me
Inside my head
The voices said
I’m already dead
They’ve pulled the plug.
Copyright ©2005 Melinda D****** | |
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Posted: 9/17/2005 8:03:08 PM | Beautifully written sweet...thank you for sharing them.
My heart is a casualty
lost in my reality
out of reach
hearts that breach
listening to lies
heart wrenching cries
pain stands still
taking another pill
continue the numbing
belief that he's coming
moon arises with a glow
cleansing with warming flow
purest light into my soul
letting all of it go. | |
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Posted: 9/27/2005 1:16:31 AM | Bound and Tied
Left bound and tied
trapped inside my own mind
comforting by pain
nothing left to gain
wishing there was a way out
creative signals shout
requesting relief for day
even a one day stay
torment of obstruction
relentless construction
built in a life of steel
me not driving behind the wheel
let me out of my own prison
feelings describe my own reason. | |
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Posted: 9/28/2005 10:35:13 PM | Thy New LOVEs
You are the day of many seasons;
Thy night's of endless wonder.
The summer day morns, upon, shimmering watered shores
All within thee cloudless skies, of endless echoing thunder.
One could be the desire of many hearts,
Which lie cold and loveless bound?
Lying deep within ones yurning passion filled eyes,
You could have been ones heaven found.
Are you thy childhood image of ones love sought?
Where life's feelings stay true forever;
A Utopia free from the reality scorned.
Where ones dream's Livelihood, No one thing can ever sever?
You are, in many mens eyes, the most beautiful girl;
You have made their lonely hearts begin to beat a~gain.
They yearn so much, for your grace, and touch,
Like the waste lands of mother earth, beg for the rain.
You Ladies have taken away thy loneliness,
Thy faith you begin to repair
With one impassioned kiss, Your Overwhelming storm of Peaceful bliss.
You become "Our" soul's new bond of Love to compare.
You are the girl that has changed our life,
Like a LOVING goddess from above.
You are everything that the angels do sing,
For you are the ones, we Gentleman are Yurning to LOVE.
Copy writen This day Sept 28th 2005 | |
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Posted: 10/10/2005 4:33:16 AM | Drawdey~Beautiful write, thank you for sharing it in this thread. I hope to read more.
Locked in the solitude of my mind
waiting for you to come and find
imprisoned inside my own jail
feeling like I have failed
till then I continue to see
through a looking glass what it is to be free
desires of passion to look toward
praying he'll come soon, to the Lord
tired of all the games that are played
my heart broken, tired and frayed
locked in the solitude of my mind
waiting for you to come to find. | |
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Posted: 11/22/2005 11:47:24 PM | Hey Newly,
Hope you're coming back soon, it's been way to long since we've read your writes!!!
Sam | |
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Posted: 12/2/2005 10:36:30 PM | Hello Sam, I'll always come back. It's only a matter of having the time nowadays. I certainly miss having the time to write my passion. I suppose the weather certainly has a lot to do with the set for writing passion. As I drove myself to work early this morning watching the sunrise I actually felt the old desire to create. Thank you for keeping in touch with me. It means a lot to me.
Let's see how this goes over it's been a while since I've written.
Lost
Lost inside a whirlwind
out of control, only to spin
attempts to grasp onto a tree
jailed never to be free
moving, bound, destination unknown
created by powers untold
energy surging deep from within
no more fight left inside
relaxing and deciding to fly
once released the pain of attempts
realization, there is no control
letting go and going with the flow
lost inside your own mind. | |
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Posted: 12/25/2005 8:51:22 AM | Puppet on a string
I am nothing but a puppet on a string
willed by another's hand
as they orchestrate my life
nothing I do makes any sense
continuing onward without purpose
hope has banished into another realm
conscience thought is now left
only for my imagination to take me away
as the strings are guiding my body
my hearts goes to no distance unbound
you can have my body but never my soul
to you I'm nothing but a puppet on a string. | |
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Posted: 12/25/2005 8:55:09 AM | Happy Holidays girl!!!!!!!!!!!!
Great to see you on again!!!!!!!!
Merry Christmas!!!!!!
Hugs hun
Sam | |
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Posted: 12/25/2005 8:59:43 AM | Sam, may your hoidays be filled with love! Nice to be back, my heads out of the books for a week. I actually have a week off. It's left time to be creative.  | |
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Posted: 12/25/2005 4:36:03 PM | 4778
Love to Love true
26 December 2005
A smile was but freedom
her words his warmth to breathe
Childhood memories
love to love true
A world apart
connected like before
Time passed - time present
time not lost upon her soul
Who was He
this man of days
His words a weapon
to entangle her heart
Wrapped in his foil of sliver
holding his spirit to page
Time had past - present near
however unique she was
in being of him in moment to share
Love ~ “One element about love and the word love is that it has
many meanings. But do we have the right to thrust our feelings
upon others, in referring to this as love. Unfortunately when
love involves two parties, in preference a man and woman, there
are two hearts and two minds. Even if the individual decision
or interpretation of feeling of love or being in love are truly
more one sided. So no matter how we may believe, or trick
ourselves to love another - if this is not a mutual association
can it be considered to be love - given there are other words
in the dictionary of English language to describe such feelings.”
Christopher W Herbert (1960—), March 2005
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 10/14/2006 12:05:06 AM | Conquering fears
Conquering the fears
throughout all these
wasted time on the wrong man
others are from whom I ran
hiding from what could have been
living without heart and in sin
not ready to share the real me
knowing there is a he
waiting, sitting for our paths to cross
feeling alone and at a loss
soon I will walk into his life
when timing is right
our hearts will meet beneath the light
fearless, opened full hearted am I
ready to give my heart and try
love is around the bend
I will give you my heart to tend.
In return I give you all I've got
days of lust, nights of passion. | |
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Posted: 10/14/2006 12:31:14 AM | Figures of silhouettes in the sand
etched within each grain
positioned by one hand
mesmerized by all the pain
lost in a world of ants
marching through life in a trance
stop to smell that fragrant rose
reach out, touch the velvet petals pose
just like each piece of sand
the rose created by God's hand. | |
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