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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/8/2005 12:44:17 AM | 4654
Angel on Speed
08 December 2005
I’m your angel
I’m hotter than fire
To load up the Mustang - and
let the spring go and light the wire
I’m lightening on speed
I’m more than a pretty face
I eat food and take out
my frustrations at full pace
I’m your angel
and I am a child too
Because she was my own angel
and we together number two
I’m heaven - I’m earth
I’m a woman with a loving child
Then trust me - don’t tame me
For I am an angel to drive you wild
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 12/8/2005 3:58:24 AM | aaawwesome ...me too ..i have the love of my family..but to meet a soulmate would be heaven .... been alone too long .great poem..ma-che-fai-tu. unusual name .. but good.  | |
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| Checkin things out :D Mornin kids
Posted: 12/8/2005 6:12:43 AM | Heya Kids...How are all of yall this morning?I think morning came toooooooo soon IMHO.I had a concert to go to last night and hung out with a friend...so here i am awake a few short hours later:)So worth it though Supa diva...Good morning You look amazing and so pretty in pink.Love the new pic.Thanks so much for dropping in to say hi.Im looking forward to seeing more poems from you soon.Poettothecars (I never type your full name....Does that mean your in trouble? I remember when I was a kid if I got called by my full name...hehe..Anyway...That write is a new favourite of mine in your vast collection.I love the simplicity,flow,and meaning in your words....it just grabs me somehow..great job Have an awesome day yall...and I hope to see more groovy writes soon...Oh and Im about to post one I wrote over the summer in a sec...((Hugs))Kat | |
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Posted: 12/8/2005 6:13:57 AM | here is a poem I wrote over this past summer:)
The summer painted the world in all of her favourite coulours
Every day people turned into Egyptian Princesses
With skin the colour of the rarest bronze jewels
The trees were adorned with crowns of Emeralds
Reaching their branches like arms up tward the heavens
As if this was their offering to God
Such beauty ,such splendour,my sweet angel remembers
The smell of fire saturating her party clothes
Hair fluttering about her shoulders
Like a halo of worshipping butterflies
And the sweet cotton candy smell of summers past
As she kissed her daughters rosy cheeks
She recalls running down a beach of white pebbles
Lucky Stones,she called them
And when she reached the tall grass it grabbed her ankles like ropes
Freezing each step..if only for a moment
Everyone has their time to dance
The world becomes hushed
As an orchestra of crickets begins their frirst concerto
She is their only audince...and for now
She is all that matters
He watches her from a Heavenly distance
And wonders if she misses him
Her world is so full of friends and flowers
Boquets collected along lifes winding pathways
But her life has so many turns
Like a ballerina shes always twisting and turning
If she spends too much time alone
She might realize she misses him so
Everyone has their time to dance
For now...she is a ballerina on the beach
As the waves crash in...
Giving her a round of thunderous applause :)
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| Checkin things out :D Mornin kids
Posted: 12/8/2005 9:19:56 AM | Thats an awesome poem!!
you are so right.. everyone has their time to dance... wake me up when summers back! lol
Thanks for the shaft of sunlight.. now I plunge back into my darkness... and share with you a 15 minute poem I wrote for a friend.. who was gone away for a long time...
I call it societys maze...
I live in Hell, I live in a cell
inside a prison is where I dwell
Slowly I wait, for soon's the date
When I will release all of my hate
With files and charts, they think theyre smart
But they know not whats inside my heart
Finding what makes you tick, its a label theyll stick
On you, claiming your mind is sick
Now all is naught, for Ive been caught
Inside this hole is where I'll rot
I'll play my role, inside this hole, for soon they'll give me my parole
Prescription hits to calm the fits
The doc's pumpedd me full of evil shit
Im chained and bound, the systems hound
Theyve made my bloodstream a chemical compound
Whats right? Whats wrong? Why carry on?
Why fight, be right, why be strong?
After all Ive seen, Ill never be clean
So now Im just a killing machine
And every day, they always say
"Boy for your crimes now you must pay"
So come on! up the pills! control my will
Ive only a few brain cells left to kill
My minds in a daze, and as my eyes glaze
I realize Im a mouse in societies maze. | |
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| Checkin things out :D Mornin kids
Posted: 12/8/2005 10:58:16 AM | i opened the album
there in front of me
were happy smiley
faces.
the pages are ragged
and torn in places.
all memories flooding back
life was on track
all the vital people
made me come alive
all gone now
how did i survive
this aloneness i find so hard
its so quiet
was used to a riot
pictures fluttered to the ground
i closed the album
diva
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| Checkin things out :D Mornin kids
Posted: 12/8/2005 11:02:30 AM | | aaaww kat thanks its nice seeing you too and i love your poetry...was sunshine through my window lol diva | |
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| so you wanna be a poet
Posted: 12/8/2005 4:08:14 PM | Moments of Delectation
In the morning before I wake
The sun, I feel upon my face
My eyes sealed shut
The heat turns to light
My vision appears
You have met me once again
Warm winds kissing your hair
Bringing the scent of lilacs through the air
Enchanted by the beauty behind your smile
As the song from our souls embrace
My lips welcome your kiss
No words to speak, No cares to think
Its just you and me inside my lucid dream
We lay back and look up to the sky
Stars shining bright, amongst the light
My hand in yours, holding you tight
We fly to a place untamed by sight
This fantasy grows rainbow creeks and heart shaped leaves
The birds sing as sweet as the scented breeze
We are together and we are free
To feel this with you is why I dream
Even though you live so far
I have these feelings inside my heart
That bring us together from far apart
As I awake, I smile inside
My day has begun with a wonderful start | |
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| so you wanna be a poet
Posted: 12/8/2005 4:24:59 PM | Hi Kat...wanna chew the fat
I'll chat....we can chase a rat
I'll write something for you tomorrow
If a hamburger today I can borrow
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/8/2005 5:08:03 PM | ok I wanted to throw something in here too so here goes
I slept in the moonlight of a thousand tears
with birds flying into my closed windows
I am sitting cold in the heat of summer
sunlight and beautiful
carefull to keep my head alive and cold now
here smiling together chirping alone
cold winds move me
small feet and hands hold a life together
the sleaves of a fall sweater far too long now
now again here
holding for my goal
sit on my rocks
hold onto my leaves for dear life
tomorrow
not longer just a phone call away
sit in your glass house with stones ready
now here tonight
I don't care if you throw them or not
because my nose is cold
and I look beautiful in the sunlight
my garden
you sleep under the grass now
I want you under my feet
to sit above you here with the bees
and chirping
my hair falling in my eyes
around your neck
sitting at our red picnic table
in the shade of my sun
I freeze while thoes around me keep warm | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/8/2005 5:24:29 PM | Always On My Mind...
All of the time you are on my mind,
Your love is beautiful, sweet, and wonderfully kind.
I love it when I hear from you; your love is mine,
Our love grows and strengthens, together with time.
We have proven that true love is blind,
Time together is good, but being together is fine.
To the world you may be one person,
But to one person you may be the world.
Bills, problems, debt, Money all these are on me,
Your affection and warmth will fill me with glee,
I know your dream is to see me down on one knee.
Your answer in me, is seeing you, saying "YES" to me,
One day that will come, and you will love marrying me.
All these thoughts of you fill my soul, heart, and mind,
Sweet, lovely thoughts of you, you are always on my mind.
By: Poetic Shining Knight | |
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Posted: 12/9/2005 12:46:22 AM | Hi poetic shining knight:)Theres also a shiny knight who posts here.My thread is turning into camelot  Your poem is very romantic and lovely Hope youll drop in again Stephaniedayton2....WOWHow absolutely postitively incredible....Im moved beyond words Your poem was just exquisite ..I would love to see more from youIts such a heartfelt write I would almost feel intrusive to make anydirect or more personal comments about it...so Ill leave it at this...I love it;) BrawnyDog Welcome to my lil forum:)Always great to see a friendly face....I enjoyed your lil write I hope your poinsettia is making wonderful progress LOL ...Hope to see you here again soon and that all is well((hugs))Ty1973....Im enchanted by your words and the elloquence of your verses.I adore your writing style..always a pleasure to see you here Supadiva...wow ...such a powerful poem in a good way...I cant see the keys because im tearing up.I guess your write really touched me on a personal level.Thats what makes poetry so special and so beautiful.Youre an amazing lady Thanks for your kindness:) sayian1 Thank you so much for joining us and showing us a glimpse of whats in your heart....Very profound words.I enjoyed your poem very much...Ok kids...well its been an uber long day,but I just had to drop in and say hola...see ya later all...((Hugs)) Kat | |
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| Risk Taking
Posted: 12/9/2005 10:40:32 AM | Risk Taking
Dangerous emotions creep through my brain
Filling me up with intense searing pain
Confusion is the order of the day
My mouth won't speak what my mind has to say
Why do my feelings fill me with terror
Afraid to make even one small error
Risk should be taken, enjoyed and savored
All things of intrigue surely are favored
Playing it safe is tedious and boring
May as well be counting sheep and snoring
Safe , serene, all excitement forsaken
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/9/2005 11:26:00 AM | 1139
What is a Poem?
02 October 2000
One wonders what a poet is
or who determines that fact
When the critics are so cursed
especially in relation to verse
That such works have no substance
therefore make no sense
With an approach to this issue
forcing others to use of a tissue
The task to study other people
and what they have written
Does anyone really know
what the poet wants to show
Do they understand the artist
and how they express their ways
For what is a poem after all
except a name some desire to call
“A GOOD name is better than precious ointment; and the day
of death that the day of one’s birth. It is better to go to the
house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for
that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to his heart.”
Ecclesiastes 7: 1-2 KJV
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/9/2005 1:42:40 PM | …Forever
You died and continued to heaven to shine,
I miss you and think of you most of the time.
I pray for you every night and day,
Knowing that you wouldn’t have it any other way.
My heart is in pain and wrenched misery,
Not seeing you everyday like before makes me weary.
You watch over me from above me and it fills me with glee.
I remember the times we always had and liked,
When we used to go to the mountains and hiked.
Every night for you, I have thought and cried,
Especially that day, when I had to say good-bye.
For better or for worse till death do us part?
Now death has ripped you and me apart.
I wish I had you, so this time, I won’t have to let you go, I wasn’t ready for this and without you I’m cold.
You brightened my day when I saw your face,
Our smiles to you, and me, were great.
We walked and we used to laugh together,
Until death came and took that from me…Forever.
By: Poetic_Shining_Knight | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/9/2005 2:33:52 PM | Today I made my own death bed,
I built the frame from rotten wood,
I wiped it down with hatred,
And then purged the grain with mud,
Its feet I have made from the talons of a wingless phoenix,
Its legs from the scales on a lizards back,
I have propped it up against the wall using bits of broken bricks,
And then I sprayed all of it dark black,
I lined the pillows with the petals of a dying rose,
Placed neatly upon one another,
Upon each one I have scrawled third century prose,
To mock my mocking bird of a mother,
The head board is crafted from silver ravens,
Their claws shall tear at my hair,
I have painted them with the life’s blood of the craven,
With the blood of those that didn’t care,
I have laid out a tiger skin as the sheet,
Its dead fur warmer than any emotion I’ve felt,
Its golden eyes shall give off an evil heat,
And the tassels on its paws shall all melt,
I have embroidered on the quilt a thousand crying eyes,
I have sprinkled acid in all of them burning out their sight,
I have used a knife as my needle and my thread is a chain of lies,
I have wrapped my death bed in chains to keep me safe at night,
I have filled up the cushions with the wings of a dead hawk,
And I have propped them up with bones ground to dust,
I have made a blanket from crumbling white chalk,
And decorated the corners with the treachery of the just,
I have placed shackles at its edges to keep me from running away,
I have lined the left side with barbed wire because I know I’m all alone,
There are spikes at its base so I cannot kneel and pray,
I built a fence around my death bed to keep me on my own,
I have made the mattress out of shards of glass,
I have wrapped them in cellophane,
So that the edges spin around like a compass,
And in each direction I find a new level of pain,
I have blocked out the window,
But I tore off the ceiling,
I can see no sunlight but I feel the snow,
I feel the acid tears of those still unbelieving,
I have thrown away all hope of heaven,
And unclasped the lock on my hell,
This death bed is my family, my brethren,
This is my concrete grave but no one can tell,
Today I gathered all my discord,
And built up a glorious death bed,
A place for all creation, imperfect and flawed,
A place for me to lie when I’m dead. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/9/2005 2:35:00 PM | Rain falls down upon passion profound,
As thunder rolls on without a sound.
Lost is my soul within pools encompassed in your eyes,
My life left breathless as the whole world sighs.
Two bodies intertwinned with newfound passion,
Discovering new treasures through euphoric seduction.
Mysteries explored with each tender caress,
My body yearning for only you to posess.
Dew settles softly on glistening skin.
I'm engulfed in your love,
My soul is enlightened.
Inhibitions shed as I release my control,
Unto an empowering desire that you now hold.
Our spirits lost between my world and yours. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/9/2005 8:18:42 PM | Into The Black(this is an unedited firstdraft)
she sits alone, silently,
the smile of death upon her face,
she gazes down at the redding carpet,
suddenly her life flashes before her eyes,
she remembers the first time they met
their first kiss , their first time
the vows til death do us part ring through her ears
then the savage beatings come into focus
in an instant she realizes it wasn't her fault
he was a monster from the depths of hell
she promises herself she will never let it happen again
suddenly the world fades to black
and her promise is forever kept | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/9/2005 8:35:15 PM | i just can't believe how many brilliant poets are on this thread ... i never tire of reading the poems ..some have the same message but in their own unique style. kat you are more than amazing .lmso ..  | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/10/2005 2:57:24 AM | You stab my wound.
I feel the cold metal of the familiar blade.
It’s okay.
It’s not like I can bleed anymore, anyway. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/10/2005 3:03:12 AM | Poppin’ the pills…
No, I don’t have a fever.
No headache.
No cold.
No, it’s not that time of the month.
But don’t you dare tell me I don’t have pain. | |
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| Morning Kids:)
Posted: 12/10/2005 4:47:56 AM | Supadiva I too am amazed at all of the fantastic writes in this thread.Its so nice to see you dropping in and I cant wait to see more of your gems as well.Thanks for your kind words. kblgal....your words pack quite a punch in such small packages...fabulous job You rock girlfriend strutter1975....welcome to our lil coffee house...You sure made an entrance Powerful and moving write..Id love to see you back here again soon :D The knights are here :)Shiny Knight....If you ever feel a desire to,you could be a published poet in a heartbeat....your passion poem was intense,and the "death bed" write is absolutely exquisite.Its the most profound write Ive ever read about being so deeply emotional about feeling emotionless and cold.An oxymoron but such a true feeling to be experienced at times...I actually think its the ultimate in pain when it moves to such a threshhold it can no longer be felt.You captured the essence perfectly. Hope to see ya again soon as well.awesome Poetic shining knight..Im so happy to see you came back.I love your emotion filled writes.I can relate to the one you posted on an incredibly personal level.I was very moved by the beauty and longing in your words.Drop in anytime. Poet... I loved your write as always.You did an incredible job.Ive never really personally been sure if others read my writes and always walk away with what I was trying to convey.Thats sort of the beauty of it all though.Its sort of like looking at a painting....We see in it what we choose to see.critics on the other hand,,,,Im not a fan simply because all thoughts and creations arent meant to be "judged" by another.IMHO....Im just here to enjoy all the awesome writes You guys rock...have a super spiffy day,and Ill post something shortly.I have a phone call lol:D Kat (ps no time to proof read so if I made a zillion mistakes  | |
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| Morning Kids:)(from my previous post)...Long phone call...I can talk for hours lol :)
Posted: 12/10/2005 7:56:13 AM | gOk Im back with a poem I wrote when I was 16:)
I can hear the thunder
As it rolls beneath my skin
My heart beats up a memory Till its black and blue...worn thin
I see right through the blackness
of winters painted sky
And watch the paper snowflakes as they fall like lullabyes
I took you to the forrest
Where forever moves so slow
And showed you where the flowers died
Without a chance to grow
We mourned awhile together
For what theyed never see
Then fell down laughing in the grass
Until we ceased to be
and when the moon befell us
there was colour in your cheeks
I shivered for a moment
awaiting ghostly words youd speak
Your face was frozen silver
Your eyes they seemed entranced
I reached out my icy hand to you
And we began our eternal dance
We never thought wed ever be
looking from the other side
A place of endless safety
The living are denied
We stayed awhile in the forest
The place where innocence lies
Forever well recall
The night the flowers died
be nice yall.This poem was written by me 16 years ago...lol I feel old have a great day,Kat | |
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