| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 10/31/2005 3:14:41 PM | ^^Unique and fun to read as always lol..I was just wondering if Im the only person on the poetry forums with 2 threads that dont match my current SN?Its kinda funny!Anyway..happy Halloween and keep the writes comin kids..Hugs ,Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 10/31/2005 4:38:44 PM | IDENTITY
Auburn streaks on dirty blond hair
A new identity, a plea for help - or both.
Rubber upon plastic..heat loud and melting.
Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst.
Little mud drops -
in the sink, on the floor, the wall.
Dirty face cloth ringing out orange.
Waiting..waiting...waiting.
Timer rings anxiously,
slowly ripping the plastic away,
Strands fall -
Like tattered cloth
showing no difference -
Just the same old dirty blond hair. | |
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Posted: 11/1/2005 8:03:17 AM | Seven in hunger seven at home
Of the seven they all feel alone
They refuse to see the strength in their unity
Suffering never knowing the cost of impunity
At odds with each other and with the planet
Their compassion is hard as marble or granite
They live in a world of tough luck and hard knocks
Problems are solved by hitting or throwing rocks
They argue and quibble over their portions at dinner
Food flying and wasted no one comes out the winner
These seven really dont make much sense
They are ridiculous at their own expense
One day maybe some little ray of hope will come
When they can start to show a little compassion
For if they keep it up going the way they are going
They will never know anything without ever knowing | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 11/1/2005 10:14:43 PM | Great poems ladies:)Im so glad to see you both posting here.You are both such talented writer Kat | |
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Posted: 11/11/2005 5:04:05 PM | 4527
Wonders of Life
12 November 2005
To give - to live
to seek and hope
this understanding
now bring me the rope
A poet who cares
but wonders what for
Was there more to life
in giving ever and ever more
Why do I do this to myself
why should I be the one to care
Because in others - the truth
can be more ragged in outlook to bare
This nakedness of soul
open to wounds of cut and hurt
Why do I do this to myself
if others treat me like dirt
"Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure."
Tender is the Night
F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896 - 1940)
US novelist
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 11/11/2005 5:08:33 PM | Poet...we all feel that way sometimes...we do it because we care...and its the only way we can be:)Our hearts wont have it any other way...absolutley awesome write LPW,Kat aka oohpie,fellfromheaven,alis kat | |
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Posted: 11/11/2005 5:22:07 PM | | one think (I always write think and not thing - that is my best and most common typo ) that is all in being the truth - alis Kat - (aka oohpie,fellfromheaven, Kat and a Heavenly Poetess) I know from the top and bottom of my heart you do care - thank you for being a wonderful friend | |
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Posted: 11/11/2005 6:16:52 PM | Wonders of Life was composed as a 'show me what ya got' right
when the topic was "Why do I do this to myself?"
and what I composed was but a passing thought
When in some cases the call to rhyme dictated the outcome
Not that I need any excuses, because I do not write poems
I write from my heart | |
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Posted: 11/11/2005 6:43:18 PM | So you want to be a poet? Im sorry...
Do you know what blood can taste like? Do you know what its like when you're not you?
How many times have you tried and failed? How many times has this life burned into you?
Show me the scars you have that you dont want anyone to see.
Tell the entire world what makes you, so much different from them or from me.
So you wanna be a poet. Why would you want to bleed and cry this much? | |
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Posted: 11/11/2005 7:23:10 PM | thanks Cross - for the inspiration
4531
Brow of Reflection
12 November 2005
The blood of a poet were words wept
Droplet by droplet - line upon line
In every crevice - of precept kept
Colours other than red
faded to pigments of blue
Others solemn and some
in fantasy while those were true
A world embroiled in passion
like the stranger you did meet
Each element laid at the course
of a meandering mind in feet
Tears encased in torn rhythm
pulsing as to an affection
Drip by drop in sweat
wiped from a brow in reflection
"For precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept;
line upon line, line upon line; here a little, and there a little:"
Isaiah 28: 10 KJV
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 11/11/2005 7:23:59 PM | Poet...youve become a good friend to me too.Your writes were so inspiring Thanks so much for posting..CROSS Thanks for checkin out my thread.Putting our feelings and emotions out there and in a sense laying our souls bare for all to see is one of the most gutsy things a person can do in my eyes.All of us fellow poets and writers of the world do it everyday..props to everyone Loved your writes guys...sleep tight kids :)Lil prom wave,kat | |
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Posted: 11/11/2005 7:40:56 PM | A true poet bleeds, but not from his words, but rather from his life.
Its a person who puts pen to paper and remembers love, fear and strife.
Bleeding is simply a very small part
of that curse that the world calls art.
Being a poet doesnt mean you have to bleed
Just like being a begger doesnt mean you have to need...
So, this is what you want to do? Maybe you will become just like me.
Maybe you will have dreams. Perhaps fall in love... and learn to kill all that you see.
Maybe this is what you want. An ability to find a way to bleed across.
I would caution you, simply because I have found a way to hang myself, on that cross. | |
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Posted: 11/12/2005 2:40:18 AM | | I love the emotion and raw quality your writes have:) Kat | |
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Posted: 11/13/2005 5:12:39 AM | my beast can see the thoughts i think
and dances wildy on the brink
of madness moved by seeing things
that only i can witness be
or otherwise death will rent
its hungry maws on your intent
and chase down the beast of suffering
and seal it firmly in a tin. | |
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Posted: 11/13/2005 5:15:47 AM | i walked upon a foreign land with curry seeping from my hands
a small boy stopped and asked me why the dripping korma didn't dry
i exclaimed with some glee that my hands produced infinate curry
oh he said without a shock does it also come out of your ear | |
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Posted: 11/13/2005 7:00:20 AM | | I totally dig it when you stop by:)You are definately never dull..Love that about you..Hugs,kat | |
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Posted: 11/13/2005 9:05:30 AM | I spew a rhyme without resolve
can see it leap from my lips
I watch it as it evolves
as it braves the abyss
I bid good tidings to my noble words
I know they wont return
ventureing off in a world absurd
what revolution will they spurn
Go my words, and dont look back
I'll be here for some time
And you wont be alone forever
soon joined by another rhyme | |
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Posted: 11/14/2005 1:19:20 PM | | Hiya:)I like your style:)Welcome to one of my little corners of the poetry forums | |
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Posted: 11/16/2005 8:15:57 PM | a dripping mound of apple rind
cast its torch upon my mind
illuminated then i was
with magic apple mind cosmos
my head felt huge and infinate
with mellow custard for desert
and hankering for chelsea buns
and rubbing pastry with my thumbs | |
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Posted: 11/16/2005 8:19:11 PM | norla may waved happily at tins of biscuits in her tree
and reached out long for cherry stems
amongst the flightless happy hens
all the while cavorting merrily
with father christmas in a tree
and before her slumber every night
was chained up proper good and tight | |
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Posted: 11/16/2005 10:09:45 PM | This wretched, cold world that rejects me
Drives the nails deeper into my genuine stigmata
Nailed to a cross I don't believe in, crying
These are the wounds of the spirit
Wounds made by the absence of love
And above my head, the inscription:
"Patrick of Topeka, King of the Broken"
Somebody save me... | |
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