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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/6/2005 3:22:53 PM | A Christmas Romance Wish
Everynight there's a star,
On the which I do gaze.
Its power is magical,
For it sets my heart ablaze.
It promise all happeniness,
And that's being with with you.
This star holds Christmas wish,
To share my love with you. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/6/2005 3:26:46 PM | Hi Im your angel Welcome:)Your poem was short,but very sweet and meaningful Thank you so much for sharing . Come back any time have an awesome night kids...Ill be around later ((hugs))Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/6/2005 4:51:07 PM | Thanx fer your kind words Kat! As I know the technical merrits of a lot of my work are not all that special,.... Ii's been sooooo long since the school days of Iambic tentrameter etc.etc. I'm sure Poetwhocares would whoop me a*** at a "poem-bee"!
This next one, I just thought, could kinda go in my profile,... buuut.....!  /  ?
Yet untitled, (this is the ©debut-I'm printing, okay maybe it's still a work in progress,....after nine years, and five min. last night, lol! [I mean where's that list?])
I don't want this
to be taken in the wrong way,
would you but hear the list
of all the things I have to say,
would you kindly please stay.
It has seemed to be
that the closer a person wants to become
(particularly in respects to me),
they are afraid of rejection as a sum.
This leaves one feeling quite glum.
Happiness is in companionship,
and I always feel so much alone.
So when I notice your appeal
and I get this big bone,
how am I supposed to atone?
- Dash ©2005
Quick,...What does this (hehehehe) mean? | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/6/2005 5:57:10 PM | This girl’s best friend is her knife,
She doesn’t like the company of others,
She’s rather listen to the words of blood,
Than to the advice of her mother,
Her friend is always there for her,
It helps her through the hard times,
It keeps all of her deadly secrets,
And turns blind eyes to her crimes,
But her friend is also violent,
Her friend’s words cut her deep,
Each syllable slices through her skin,
And keeps her from her sleep,
When her own species cast her out,
Her friend always offers support,
When everyone is giving her the cold shoulder,
The knife offers lonely comfort,
The razor edge will break the arm,
Slit and cut and slice and slash,
Blood flows forth as a red river,
Deeper and deeper she can’t look back,
This girl’s only friend is her knife,
Even though she’s pretty clever,
But this girl lies down to weep at night,
Because she knows friendship lasts forever
This Poetry Is: © 2003 To Present | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/6/2005 6:01:28 PM | I’m in a prison I can’t escape,
Battling my own nightmares,
And it’s pretty clear to me,
That no-one even cares,
I’m sat in the darkness,
In the corner of my mind,
And all I can think of is,
There is no reality to find,
I’ve reached my breaking point,
And my head is in my hands,
My lank hair touching the floor,
No life in the copper strands,
All I hear are my own words,
My own visions of hell,
I know that my soul is leaving my body,
Leaving this empty shell,
I’m alone and no one knows,
But through the years, all the while,
I am still trapped,
Trapped behind my smile.
This Poetry Is: © 2003 To Present | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/6/2005 6:19:54 PM | Languidly parting the moist curtain.
he slides into the smooth vessel.
the color of fire pink velvet.
his large hands securely wielding the creamy white handles,
firmly manipulating them until
just a trickle of foamy liquid flows forth.
She faces him, their eyes, reflecting pools of love,
lock on each other. embracing, both, with body and soul,
they melt together in the steamy atmosphere.
memories flood as her neck arches and wet kisses cover her throat.
teasing one another in the aquamarine Caribbean ocean.
causing rough ripples to fan out across the water of a swimming pool
as
they
played.
discovering new things as a soft summer rain, like the sound of a
tinkling
xylophone, soaked them.
Aromas of citrus, colognes and faintly, the sea
drift and swirl around them.
skin drenched, rivulets of salty sweat stream between them.
sauna heat builds as temperatures rise.
flesh moves with synchronized, frantic fluidity.
a torrential river violently rushes into a cascading waterfall.
drowning in a frenzied whirlpool, gasping for air, silent screams.
then the peace of a tranquil, crystal clear lake prevails
and the relaxation of a hot spraying shower returns,
as she lovingly shampoos his hair | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/6/2005 6:28:37 PM | Fear
The fear I fear I have seen and it's here
It is with me when I sleep
When I wake it's there to greet me
it has a smile on it's face and loves
to see my pain
When they say the things that have no meaning
no feeling no heart
and you know right there from the start
oh how this is going to hurt.
They will break you down and laugh as you fown
it can see my soul and draws it's strength from my pain
oh how I try I try only in vein
The blood from my soul the inner self that needs to feel
Love has been torn out and buried with the old self
the man I was is now gone left with regret
and feelings of hate, pain oh sweet pain is all I know
yes but not what I show. The man I am is not my fear
it is the man I was the one who was hurt and weak
the one who felt love was a scary one.
oh but inside I long to feel the touch of love again
a love to remove my pain but I suppous that too is only in vein.
I wrote this three years ago based off my exwife
tell what you think | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/6/2005 6:58:07 PM | BETRAYAL
Will this cruel betrayal end
Could I have just one true friend
Pain and anger blend as one
Should I stay or should I run
Degradation and frustration
lead to mass humiliation
Jealousy
Anger
Anti-trust
Power hungry
Full of
Lust
Lonely Hopeless Envy Sorrow
Shameless Betrayer Today Tomorrow | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/6/2005 8:05:28 PM | dashance - what the **** is Iambic tentrameter etc.etc. I don't believe in it
I just throw a few words down on the page and will luck some make sense.
Even if I admit my poetry is like running water - I just turn on a tap and it flows
when that depends on how you see the glass - half full or half empty
I'm not bragging - I'm haunted by some past poet - and I think I know his name
scary stuff
anyway all - keep up the great writes - keep em comin! | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/6/2005 11:53:25 PM | i said no!
you had your horrible
beastly way
took my soul
that very day
left behind
an empty shell
the damage you
have done
who can tell
had a shower
still feel unclean
you took away
my self esteem
life has no meaning
reason or rhyme
maybe i'll get over it
with time | |
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| old age
Posted: 12/7/2005 12:05:24 AM | oh! wrinkles
how did you appear?
you appeared suddenly
spread from ear to ear
i was'nt very happy
when i looked in the mirror
and the face that appeared
looked queerer and queerer
i stepped out of the shower
what did i see?
crumples and creases
to the highest degree
my once vuluptuous figure
has sunk into a mass
with a flat wrinkly bust
and a saggy ass
lol just having a laugh | |
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| football
Posted: 12/7/2005 12:13:26 AM | the teams are ready
off they go
the crowd stands
begins to roar
they stand together
with the excitement and thrill
waving their banners
of home teams
a goal is scored
some fans scream
the adrenalin flows
as another goal is scored
they reach fever pitch
singing their songs | |
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| untitled
Posted: 12/7/2005 12:26:06 AM | mother in her chair weeping
baby in her arms sleeping
what of the future
what will it hold
a life full of secrets
will they be told
a simple mistake
moment of pleasure
now in her arms
her only treasure
a love for all seasons
thought she had found
what of the future
no father around
baby makes a whimper
mother snuggles tight
sleep on my baby
love will make it right | |
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| untitled
Posted: 12/7/2005 12:55:24 AM | thought i had love
were there was none
thought i had a future
i was wrong
in my ignorance
there you'd be
flaunting your
your lover in
front of me
only in retrospect
could i know
that this time
you have got to go | |
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| Hiya kids:)
Posted: 12/7/2005 12:58:22 AM | Supadiva....So nice to see you here as always ..wonderful writes.((hugs)).. poetwhocares...I would love to know which 4 letter word you said that got deleted  mean Jeanne..nice to see ya here again....very emotion filled poem...Thanks for sharing that carobin...Great to see ya:)I think you express yourself very well in your poems..Its obvious how strong you were feeling as you were composing that particular write.I love all the poems you guys share here...its a pleasure to read them .Shiny Knight...Thanks for stopping by both of my threads today One of your poems brought tears to my eyes...and the other was just ..awesome job! dashance... I love your words and you always write with such a unique style thats all your own....You are an accomplished writer in your own right...great job everyone hope to see yall back again soon.Have an ultra groovy and spiffy night...Kat((hugs))  | |
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| Staying Youthful
Posted: 12/7/2005 1:37:02 AM | As I push closer to my 40th birthday..
> I get more remarks from well meaning folk to behave my age..LOL
> I still have too much of childish wonder in me I guess ,but they say
wisdom
> often begins with wonder.
> May your days be great ones.
>
> Warmest Regards to you all
>
>>
>
>
> > > HOW TO STAY YOUTHFUL
> > >
> > >
> > > 1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and
height.
> > >
> > > Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them.
> > >
> > > 2. Keep only cheerful friends.
> > > The grouches pull you down. (keep this In mind if you are one of those
> > > grouches;)
> > >
> > > > >
> > > 3. Keep learning:
> > > Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening,
> > > whatever. Never let the brain get idle.
> > > "An idle mind is the devil's workshop."
> > > And the devil's name is Alzheimer's!
> > >
> > > 4. Enjoy the simple things.
> > >
> > > > >
> > > 5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.
> > >
> > > And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and Lots of
> time
> > > with HIM/HER.
>
> > > > > 6. The tears happen:
> > > Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire
> > > life,
> > > is ourself. LIVE while you are alive.
> > >
> > > 7. Surround yourself with what you love:
> > > Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies,
whatever.
> > > Your
> > > home is your refuge.
> > >
> > >> >
> > > 8. Cherish your health:
> > > If it is good, preserve it.
> > > I f it is unstable, improve it.
> > > If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.
> > >
> > > 9. Don't take guilt trips.
> > > Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign
country,
> > > but
> > > NOT to where the guilt is.
> > >
> > > > >
> > > 10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.
> > >
> > >> >
> > > | |
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| kat
Posted: 12/7/2005 4:18:28 AM | thanks so much kat  i did them early this morning wth bleary eyes lmso.... | |
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xchuck
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Joined: 8/8/2005
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/7/2005 4:18:57 AM | The Bike
I saw you in the garage today
weathered and rusted
but the memories came
back like yesterday
before you were busted
I remember that christmas
with fondness
all so well
the day you came
wrapped in a bow
and i rode you to hell
Whenever i was bored
and all alone
i'd hop on your seat
and ride through the
mountains and valleys
my spirits rising
why did i have
to go home
I remember the time
I was sitting
in the park
johnny fink stole
you and
your handlebars
gave way and
johnny went flying
bloodied and in dissaray
When i caught up to
johnny he was picking
up his teeth
thanks you were
my best buddy
I swear you could think | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/7/2005 8:09:30 AM | Summertime
Content as a housecat I lie in the sun
Taking a break from my summertime fun
The sun shines through the leaves on the trees
Sweet smelling flowers attract the bees
Fluffy white clouds dot the bright blue sky
I sit and relax, watch the world go by
As on the porch, iced tea I sip
The water beckons; come take a dip
I inhale deeply, smell the fresh cut lawn
Tip back in my chair, stretch, then yawn
The nights are short and the days are long
Bluejays and Robins sing their song
The babbling brook races down the hill
Yet summertime seems to make time stand still | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/7/2005 8:28:31 AM | Your Gift
You thought not of a love,
This world would have for you.
You thought a heart was made of gold,
And stayed always true.
Your gift of giving seen from afar,
Was only seen by few.
But with this gift you gave the world,
The love and truth in you. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/7/2005 8:31:30 AM | Loving you for so, so long,
Loving you and now you are gone.
Far away but oh so near,
You have left me now but I want you here.
I do not understand how you can just disappear,
In my mind, you are not to clear.
I always thought that it would be,
This relationship has taken its toll on me.
Was our love just a lucid dream?
Was it all just make-believe?
I tried to leave you but could not say no,
I surrendered to an ultimate low.
Was a bottle of liquor your shallow disguise?
Was it a forgotten kiss or the pile of lies?
Oh, I wish that I could forget your name,
Put behind me all of my shame. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/7/2005 12:52:31 PM | 4082
Tears of a Thirsty Heart
09 July 2005
Her eyes were of mirrored soul
where pain and tears rested inside
Unable to escape—yet drop as to water
the anguish driven from mercy to deprive
To ask out loud the question why
for would this ever stop in consequence
A daughter loving—to him she adored
trapped in her father’s world
Growing to hate his misgivings
where her heart was to crumble
Such sickness - driven to thirst
while an empty glass she could endure
This love to amour so strong
she felt her father’s remorse
Knowing all she wanted
Was for him to stop and think
Of this intoxication drowned
in degrees moist with drink
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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Joined: 8/8/2005
Msg: 574 | |
| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/7/2005 6:26:21 PM | Songs Of Beauty
Your eyes they sing to me
about your soul telling me
that you are full of life
a heart that twinkles
like bands of gold
Your smile sings to me
about your love for me
caring and tender your face aglow
shows me i have a love
that is without judgement
simple and pure as driven snow
Your body sings to me at night,
playing in perfect harmony with my movements
It's beat rythmic, rising and falling in a
cresendo of emotions and beats,you are a maestro
with my heart, body and soul,my heart is
yours eternally is yours to keep | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?I would but Im sweepy hehe :P
Posted: 12/8/2005 12:26:09 AM | Im super duper uber tired right now so its zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz for me kids....long day and night :)...but in a good way I absolutely all the poems,hellos,thank yous,words of wsdom and commentaries posted here.I did read them all Awesome yall.Have a great day,Kat | |
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