| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/13/2005 5:39:05 PM | The Dream(first draft)...this is part one of a set of poems about this woman whom haunted my dreams for yrs...i did eventually find her nad i also lost her for good...the other ones i may post later..actually one is already posted...pain involves the same woman..this one was written before i actually meet her
everynight by my side she lies
an angel with lonely eyes
her name i shall never know
to her belongs my heart and soul
as i near the lake she vanishes and i awake
alone with an emptyness which i cannot fill
in this infinite darkness i shall always dwell | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/14/2005 12:16:20 AM | in my dreams i saw ten prawns
all with shells riding unicorns
they galloped fast across a glen
and spoke with mary the brown hen
she told them of a mystical place
where prawns can buy a human face
and wander the cities worry free
of ending up sombodies tea | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/14/2005 12:21:38 AM | why is my head so full of shit
i've often wondered why this is
a billion ideas go through it each day
should i eat prawns with faces? what would they say?
i cannot think straight because of this
and purge my head with sheer bliss
by coming here and writing verse for everyone to see
then daydreaming of lemon dogs
and biking home for tea | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/14/2005 5:36:14 AM |
T'was the night before Christmas
and i was alone in the house
I was watching the Playboy channel
then my cable went out
Suddenly on the roof i heard
the patter of feet and alot of noise
Could ths be Santa on my roof
bringing me some new toys?
I got out of bed and went
to take a look outside
I saw who was on the roof
and to my surprise,disconnecting my sevice
it was only the cable guy
So the moral of the story is
pay all your bills before you
do all your Christmas shopping
or you'll be like me, broke and alone on Christmas
eve only being able to watch network T.V.
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/14/2005 6:25:33 AM | ^^^LMAO....good one. That was cute!! Now too bad you don't know any elves to keep you company!!! : ) But no problem, I'm Santa's top elf and last on the rooftops, so as long as you've been good all year, I'll make sure your cable stays connected. (now quit watching Playboy and tune in to the weather channel and shovel that walk. Sometimes we do need to use the front door you know!)  P.S. Don't forget the cookies, and ...ummmm... beer! : )~
Though Christmas comes one day a year,
I wish I'd always feel that cheer
Good feelings stirred way deep inside,
As kids wake up with eyes so wide
Was Santa here, did I get my wish?
The cookies are missing from the dish
He must have come, I thought it was thunder,
Happy faces delight and show their wonder
Who wants a doll, who wants a bat,
Who really knows where Christmas is at
I know one thing because I'm smart,
Joy comes from giving straight from the heart!!!
Happy Holidays to All.........and to All..You have 11 days left, so get off the net and get your butts out there! lol : ) xoxox | |
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| TRAVELS far AND wide
Posted: 12/14/2005 8:01:54 AM | Hi All i am new here and i found this fab page ,,so i'm gonna pot one of mine ..or post one even!!! Sorry no offense but i was having a blonde second ..lol..Well I hope you like this as it was one of mine wrote many yrs ago ..when i was a young princess..Nowadays ..well ive gone west somewhere ..lmao..Please be nice ..and have fun xxx Michelle
TRAVELS FAR & WIDE
I often close my eyes, traveling far and wide
To a land were my imagination begins to come alive
The colors so clear and perfect the scenes, as plain as day
Imagination being but a thought away…………………….
At night I come alive, dreams a reality
Anything I choose, is what I can now be
A young Native American girl
With eyes as the darkest night
Not afraid of the wilderness that surrounds her
Learned early to hunt and fight
Golden flames from her fire burn until the dawn
Her soul like the wildest wind, there wherever to have blown
Her clothes are symbols of her tribe
Her paint reflects her stance
While her elegance and fury create an hypnotic dance
Wolves howling in the distance letting other animals know
They occupy this territory that’s blanketed by snow
She hears their distant cries, alert and wide awake
Standing as the guard, beside the frozen lake
She doesn’t feel the cold air
That you and I would feel
For she lives in my imagination where pain is never real..
By Michelle A Hirons | |
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| Another poem by my daughter Linney:) shes 8
Posted: 12/14/2005 8:02:16 AM | i would love to be able to write like you kat.. you can let your imagination work for you.
in a lovely way .. i would love to have sunshine in my soul.... some poets make it look so easy to just let go of their emotions....diva  looks like your daughter is following in your footsteps.  | |
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| Santa Dear
Posted: 12/14/2005 8:20:50 AM | when santa got stuck in the chimney
i began to shout
look what youve done you heffalump
they'll never pull you out
he threw his hat down off his head
and struggled to get free
he ripped his pants and shone his ar*e
for all the world to see
Now people came from far and wide
to see santa bearing all
everyone laughed and raised a glass
they were surely having a ball
poor santa he did weep and howl
as the frost did start to bite
firefighters and paramedics
rushing to the site
aww dear santa lose some weight
next year when you come
and try to use the garden gate
instead of my roof ya plum..
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/14/2005 9:03:30 AM | Welcome to the newbies to this thread and those who continue to come back and share their writes.
All adding your own ray of sunshine or reign to your presence graced upon these pages
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Michelle
18 March 2000
Michelle is her name
given by birth claim
Sure she does exist
written in songs that twist
Young, old and a mother
wife, sister with a brother
This woman of vision
caught up in lifes collision
Angel of the soul
filling her feminine role
with qualities of purpose
bound to surface
She therefore is a symbol
of the ideal rule
Her home may not be here
but she is everywhere
“FOR the law having a shadow of good things to come, and not the
very image of the things, can never with those sacrifices which
they offered year by year continually make the comers thereunto
perfect. But in those sacrifices there is a remembrance again
made of sins every year. Wherefore when he cometh into the
world, he saith, Sacrifice and offering thou wouldest not, but a
body hast thou prepared me: By the which will we are sanctified
through the offering of the body of Jesus Christ once for all.”
Hebrews 10: 1, 3, 5, 10 KJV
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
"Sardines on Toast: More Psalms 2"
© August 2003 @Regina Publications (NZ)
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| lalalalala She wore a Raspberry beret haha
Posted: 12/14/2005 10:28:21 AM | Thanks for dropping by.Hiya kids...Im just sitting here watching the snowfall and listening to princes Raspberry beret.1...2...1..2..3.4..LOL..Does anyone else remember that song?I used to sing it on the bus ride to summer camp with my friends when I was 11 Anyway,Thanks so much yall for posting all this great stuff...Hiya Poet..great to see you. Your words of encouragement to everyone are so nice:)What a lovely poem too.I espescially adore the line,"Angel of the soul" sweet caress68 Welcome to this lil corner O the forums.I can see grooviness and a talent for writing verses runs in your family.Hilarious Holiday poem,and your travels poem was so descriptive and amazing. I just love your mom and think shes such an awesome lady:)Speaking of which...hehe ...Heya supadiva! How are ya girlfriend?Im so happy to see both you and your daughter contributing your works here.Thanks for the compliment.You make me blush because Im pretty humble when it comes to my writing.I think youre a fantastic poetess Hope to see ya soon..Welcome unzipped passion Thanks for bringing more of the holiday spirit to this thread You rock!! xchuck  Your night before Christmas write was too funny Youre so eclectic in your style:)Loved it Bernard One of my favourite buddies!  yay!You were one of the original posters in this thread,and I love you and your unusual poetry to bits.I hope all is well with you and Im so pleased you dropped in to visit Strutter....That write was hauntingly mesmerizing Id love to see the rest of that writing set.Awesome poem Miltownlver...Powerful write from you Come back and visit anytime. ma-che-fai-tu...Could that poem BE any hotter?    I need some iced tea after reading that:)Awesome job  kblgal...you made me cry too..How are ya girlfriend?Hope youre getting your homework done.You really are so talented,and your write was so heartfelt..thanks for sharing.Thank you so much for droppin by kiddies.I totally appreciate it.I wish I was around as much as I was before ,but so much has been going on lately its been a bit tighter trying to keep up.I loved reading each and every one of your poems,and Ill try drop in as often as possible.I know all of you are busy too so I appreciate yall taking the time to post:)Have a super spiffy groovy day,Kat((hugs))all around   | |
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| lalalalala She wore a Raspberry beret haha
Posted: 12/14/2005 12:36:44 PM | I don't know good poetry
not bin my study
but if it resonates for me
I'll make it my buddy
I am just a rooky
checking out your write
taking notes from others
who seem to have it tight
the more I read the more I get
to inspire this old spirit
some I grasp some I don't
but I like being near it
so much here I must admit
a little over welming
but great fish food non the less
this is my telling.
homme:
ps. I think I like this thread
bin lookin for a home
to exersise my head. | |
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| Well hello Kat ..and all
Posted: 12/14/2005 2:13:10 PM | well i just wanted to say a big thankyou ..what a lovely welcome .. its nice to be here ..what a great thread....well you see all sides of me from my poetry and i have many more ..lol
Think i'll stick around ..somewhere to test drive my personality...lol
Love all the great poems ..
Thankyou for having me..
Love Chelle ..xx | |
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| Well hello Kat ..and all
Posted: 12/14/2005 2:25:18 PM | Grip me, rip me, pull my skin from my bones.
Strip me, blind me... you took them from my home.
Open up my life and watch it pour out onto the street.
Open up your eyes, and tell me you are all they desire to see.
Pull the flower from the fresh earth, place it on your mantle.
Pull their choices out of their mouth, force them along like your personal cattle.
This isnt going to work out all that well princess.
And I wont be there when you eventually fall. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 12/14/2005 2:52:07 PM | Poem For You
put away your second guesses and butterfly kisses
on time for forevers end and you wore jeans
ending of a fantasy in a reality of strugle
my words were not enough to explain this
feeling of hope feeling of terror feeling of grief
only you could know the truth but with disbelief
render me helpless and weak at the knees
you've got me now or so it seems
orange gloss across you lips
under the moon she silently sits | |
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| Just thought i'd post another
Posted: 12/14/2005 4:19:01 PM | SWEET SURRENDER
The Sun above, Begins to set
Against two shadows of silhouette
Upon the beach they sit so free
Staring out across the sea
In the distance some seagulls fly
Engulf the freedom of the sky
She rest her head upon his chest
Wishing this could be her permanent nest
Waves slowly begin to leave the shore
Sounds like they whisper as they gently flow
Contentedly locked within his arms
She surrenders all thoughts to his loving charms.
By Michelle A Hirons | |
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| Hope you dont mind these poems ...x
Posted: 12/14/2005 4:21:39 PM | WILD WONDERS
The wind whispers but echoes
Over the valleys and the stream
It awakes me with its calling
Disturbs my wildest dreams
I was on a pure black stallion
With a mane so wild yet sleek
Riding through a forest of adventure
Not a thing that’s tame or meek
Tree branches twist and turn
Reaching far and wide
Leaves scattered on the ground
Once lived there have now died
Wild flowers stand undisturbed
For theres not a soul around
Birds safely fly and sing
Dancing through the air
Rabbits in their burrows without a fear or care
A thousand eyes are watching
As curious as I,
Who is this girl on a stallion?
That peacefully passes by.
By Michelle A Hirons | |
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| For A Poet who cares..
Posted: 12/14/2005 4:29:09 PM | Hi there ..i just wanted to say thankyou for the Michelle poem ..its a lovely poem and has made me feel welcome ..So heres a little > thankyou ....and heres a big > THANKYOU..
What lovely People here .xx 
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| For A Poet who cares..
Posted: 12/14/2005 6:18:45 PM | to all those before me who felt the pain
to all those frustrated and had to refrain
to all those who couldnt reach their hips
to all those who couldnt get a grip
to all those who couldnt get to sleep
to all those who could only weep
to those i have one last thing to say
masterbation will take your blues away
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| From A Poet who cares..
Posted: 12/15/2005 12:17:59 AM | For the record - my "Michelle" poem was never composed for any person called Michelle.
It was the product of hearing a name numerous times - perhaps on TV - of that I cannot remember.
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To those Michelle’s Loved Before
15 December 2005
Her heart was warm
her feelings soft
With a small ‘Thank You’
and a big one held aloft
Her life an advent to aspire too
her affection of a loving kind
When her own mother was
beautiful in her outlook in find
This Michelle from across the sea
of that land where heritage was made
Her heart so warm that was fair
her love of the world a desire not to fade
From a poet who cares
who cares and really does care
Glad to be of help in granting
a friendly welcome from afar to share
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| For everyone on this thread
Posted: 12/15/2005 12:37:14 AM | just like to say bye bernard for now , its been fun reading your poetry contributions
and witty verse ,,have a great xmas ,and see ya soon , diva.
untitled
tradgedy has followed me most days of my life
from childhood, teenager,mother,and wife
trying to make sense of it was a task on its own
though sometimes terrible,inside i've grown
sometimes i can hardly believe i'm here
on the horizon always fear
i pick myself up,brush myself down
try to appear without a frown
at one time i even blamed god
blamed anybody then realised its wrong
circumstances we can't control
must remember deep in my soul
that life is a gift more precious than gold
no time for hatred,fighting, and pain
march on,be strong,there's so much to gain
diva  | |
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| For everyone on this thread
Posted: 12/15/2005 1:27:46 AM | kat my daughter michelle and i have always been more like sisters than mother
and daughter ,together we have shared more pain and adversity you wouldnt
believe ,we also share a caring and humourous side to our personalities.
we have helped each other through thick and thin, i have to say michelle
is a godsend,, michelle i love you from the bottom of my swinging brick ,lmso
kat you too are a wonderful person and i'm glad our paths have crossed,you kat and all the great poets on this thread are helping me enormously. forget councilling who needs it?
a very merry christmas to everyone ,may next year be the one ..love from the diva xxx | |
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