| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/2/2006 9:17:42 AM | Absolution
With a tired hand
Feeling the sins
Of a thousand years
A breaking of my mind
Afloat in a sea of
Strange whispers
Gone now are the men
Of Old
New faces with
Old Crimes
Seep into our times
A man without money
A dog without sleep
A killer with
No salvation
Born of dust
Dying with false
Tears | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/2/2006 9:58:58 AM | your_pet_lion:
If we are not supposed to subject the world to our drivel, don't subject us to yours. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/2/2006 3:14:38 PM | Trust
Sometimes the hurt and pain says never trust,
It is very hard, I will admit it becomes a must.
Looking back I know why I see all of this,
Could care less if I ever have another kiss.
There has been so much hurt and pain,
My tears have poured out like the rain.
Some days I go on and I wonder just how,
The hurt and pain is so over whelming now.
For all that I've done for all of my love,
I can't just fly away now like a dove.
He has moved on in his life,
I will never become his wife.
Why is it that life just doesn't seem fair,
I have to get out of here to get some air.
Does the time come to love once more,
Or is this it, time to close that door. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/2/2006 7:01:28 PM | Your pet lion(previous page) I just wanted to say that while Im sure were all very impressed with the fact you make a six figure yearly income, some of us write for the sheer pleasure of it.Some of the greatest artists and musicians in history died without a penny in their pockets.Does this make their work any less brilliant?Mozart died in poverty,so I guess his brilliant music is crap to you as well?You may see our posting in the poetry forums as a waste of time,but I simply dont care.I love writing as well as reading all of the amazing poems Ive seen posted in these forums.While you should be proud of yourself for making a six figure income at writing,I guess it just goes to show money cant buy heart and class .I also want to say thanks and happy New year to all of you who posted while I was away:)Awesome writes and its great to see each and every one of you here:)Hugs,kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/2/2006 7:38:29 PM | Hey folks! just wishing ya all a happy new year, don't stop the wonderful writes,... I'm still reading!
As regarding the fake lion,.... don't dignify the loser with a response! He's lying like crazy, for all we know he keeps his arms toned by switching hands in mid-stroke! Mind you that is quite an accomplishment on the back of a motorcycle. Guess we all have our acheivements!
A talker is not
so much as they talk,
but they just dont get
or know how to bet
on what they can say
or do to another
and walk and walk
all over ones day
some wonder at why so few balk
at the dumb shits talk!
LOLOLOL not bad for a two minuites impromtu! Reminds me of toastmasters! Anywho, later folks! | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/2/2006 7:39:57 PM | in the middle of the night
feeling cold as the west wind blows
and all the smoke dims the lights
giving way to improvisation
im left with a single question
does it have to be this way
caught in a dream
rather captured by your beauty
so let it stay that way
can i stay the night
will that be alright
can we get our friendship right
the venom in your words is the worst i have seen
im waiting on a need to know
i love the way you glow
lets find some where to go
the courage of the night
has left all in the light
will you improvise
is that at all wise
get with the time
get to a healthy state
lets make our friendship fly
that's my gift to you
such a beautiful thing to do | |
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Posted: 1/2/2006 8:47:25 PM | Thanks for dropping in bonefunny:)...love your write..you must be at work again hehe dashance...I couldnt have said it better myself  have an awesome night yall,kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/4/2006 5:29:22 PM | 4844
Ecstasy of Two
05 January 2006
Massage my back
rub my feet
Hold my heart
and on you repeat
Those hands gentle to touch
you body soft to shoulder rub
This kind of thing done
in gentile and that of love
Two bodies naked to breathe
wrestling in souls unified
dripping with sweat
Being with you
in that of desire
Your beauty
another of
taste eat
Massage my back
rub my feet
Hold my heart
and on you I will
in kindness repeat
“For Adam was first formed, then Eve. And Adam was not deceived,
but the woman being deceived was in the transgression.
Notwithstanding she shall be saved in childbearing, if they
continue in faith and charity and holiness with sobriety.”
1 Timothy 2:13-15 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/4/2006 6:14:39 PM | That was an awesome poem poet I hope everyone is having a spiffy evening Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/4/2006 6:27:43 PM | I remember when i was a kid
Around the age of 10
Life was fun
Life was easy
Nothin to it Mostly fun and games
And i didnt have to worry
I reached the age of 15
Closer to a man
But still a child
Life was getting harder
Because there was lots of Gangs
There was lots of violence
And with that violence
Came no fun and games
Just a bunch of dug up graves
Now im 22
and consider myself a man
glad to be alive and say who i am | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/4/2006 6:29:59 PM | milltownlvr....Welcome to my lil forum:)Thanks for sharing your words of strength with all of us.Very powerful Kat | |
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Posted: 1/4/2006 7:00:17 PM | Every night before i sleep
I close my eyes
And try not to wheep
Your love i once had
IS mine no more
Your love i once had
i need no more
You left my with a broken heart
And i felt ripped apart
But heart is no longer broken
Although much i thought
its been put back together
And is stronger much more
im strong man
and i wont let love tear me apart
Im finally out of the dark
And i see the light
All im waiting for is the right girl
To start off everything right
Milltownlvr | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/5/2006 12:07:17 AM | Sonnet 116 Let me not to marriage of true minds admit impediments.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
William Shakespeare
(1564 - 1616) | |
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Posted: 1/5/2006 10:39:45 PM | | Wow That write is crap poet...Not one of your best I crack myself up Thanks for posting that timeless work here:) Milltownlvr...I love the hopeful edge to all of your writes.Have a great night yall,Kat | |
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Posted: 1/6/2006 2:43:16 AM | I will not follow you
Should I even bother to?
I can not make that promise
Never will we speak of this again
The warped ideas running threw your head
I always new it would come to this
A lot of talk and a broken promise
Never look my way again
I have what you crave right here
Give into your deepest fear
And fell the pain
If I know what it is
Some how it always comes back to this
Nothing really bothers her
There is not really any logic here
What made you wither and die
What made you want to compromise
Was it something I once said
Now you are running with what I did
Somehow I thought you would cry
Knowing I did not want to come inside
Watch you feelings start to melt
As I confess I am someone else
She just wants to love her self
But she is always in doubt
Paint my portrait oh so clear
Watch my hatred disappear
Always do you break the skin
Showing what is deep with in
Scratching deep dig your nails
Drawing blood it never fails
I will meet you on the other side
Should you get there before I die
Ask if you can bring a friend
Tell them we made a pact to stay together
Until the bitter end | |
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Posted: 1/6/2006 2:57:56 PM | | Bonefunny...Thanks for popping in to share your poem.You write with such emotion and originality..Keep on doin what you do..Love it Have a spiffy day yall,kat | |
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Posted: 1/7/2006 12:57:44 AM | this ones not so long but they all cant be i guess lol
She paints me like a canvas when I can not speak
I have been lost inside your umbilical noose for weeks
Hanging on a moment
You will get back
Paranoid of the disease you carry
When it turns black
Bleeding orchids for give me for what I have done
Turned my back on everything and everyone
I am like a broken habit
Always in the back of your mind
Cut your self so you can feel the warmth
Just one last time | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/9/2006 4:13:30 PM | Heart felt writes here in this honey,
some laaaf, some cuss, some love, some funny,
all in all, make my day sunny ! :) | |
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Posted: 1/10/2006 3:19:03 AM | 4882
Bull to a Red Rag
11 January 2006
She was the beauty
that fell from heaven
She was the poets friend
In her escaping beauty
and of her heart to mend
She was happiness on a sunny day
she was a smile and a prom wave
In her way of understanding
what life was to run free
Those feet bared
naked to the day born
Because she was handsome
in each way of her being
Her soul was pure
with a taste of mischief
and kitty Kat added in
She was the Taurus
and not always does
the matador win
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 1/10/2006 4:55:21 AM | ..
A MILLIONAIRE IN TRAINING
A Millionaire in Training
That’s what you want to be
But there’s no Love in Money
And that you’ll quickly see
Pursue the money all you want
Keep looking High and Low
Cuz if you concentrate on bucks
Your love will never grow
A Millionaire in Training
Has many things to learn
Love is something you must seek
True Friendship you must earn
Riches lie in Friends we meet
And Loved Ones we hold dear
So gather them like pennies
Their Love you'll never fear
If a Millionaire in Training
Is what you want to be
You’ll find no wealth in Money
Could your riches lie with me?
Here I am, come fill your cup
My Friendship knows no bounds
A Monarch’s wealth you’ll surely have
When Friendships are your crowns
I’m rich beyond all measure
Since relationships are my wealth
Riches won’t buy Loved Ones
And money won’t buy you health
Take the chance to know me
Find time to hold me close
You can earn the wealth I have
It may enrich us both
So if you want to grow in Love
My friendship I give freely
If you take a chance on Us
There’s nothing to fear really
Be a Zillionaire in Training
But find your wealth in Love
The gift of one true friendship
Is sent from up Above
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LR2JP | |
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Posted: 1/10/2006 9:01:14 AM | DON'T SEND ME HATE MAIL... I'm only kidding about this!!!!
I DON'T NEED A FRIGGIN' MAN
I don’t need
a Friggin' Man
I’ll find one later, that’s the plan
They Fart, they Burp
And never call
I don’t need a Man at all
Not in my house
Not in my yard
Well maybe if they're really hard
Not on my couch
Not in my bed
I’d rather sleep alone instead
I don’t need one
Here or there
I just don't need one anywhere
Not one at work
Not one at play
I do not need one night or day
Big Ones, Small Ones
Short One’s, Tall
I really don’t need one at all
Nice One’s, Cute One’s
Some with tools
Most of them are only Fools
I’ve said it once
I’ll say it twice
My world without them sure is nice
And Eventhough
Some make me drool
They clutter up the dating pool
I b!tch about them
This is true
So find me One that's really cool
A few can bring
Assorted joys
I’m better off with my own toys
For now I’ll stick
With my Vibrator
If you’re a man I’ll catch ya later
I LOVE TO HATE YOU GUYS...
BUT LIFE WITHOUT YOU SURE WOULD BE BORING!! | |
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Posted: 1/10/2006 3:23:00 PM | OK... I'll put myself down if no one else will! tee hee
BEING BLONDE
Being Blonde is totally cool
I always have an excuse
For doing something really dumb
My brain's of little use
Like when my battery had died
And my car was locked up tight
The remote contol not working
I was baffled by my plight
I didn't know what I should do
Til my good friend said to me
"You really are a Silly Girl,
Why don't you use your key??"
Enjoy your day,
Lisa
Duuuuuh!!! | |
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Posted: 1/10/2006 3:44:27 PM | ^^^Being Brunnette is quite a trip too
Sometimes I push on a door
When it says automatic
Whats a girl gonna do
Im good with equations
And complicated stuff
But when it comes to the simplistic
At times...My mind turns to fluff
Om,poet luuuv2laaaf..Thanks for poppin in one of my cozy lil corners for a visit:)Highly entertaining kids:Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/10/2006 3:45:33 PM | when you write a good poem, the only way is up ^^^
in saying that a good poem will never pull you down
and having a sense of humour is great - even US humor without the 'you' in it
4885
A Shakespearian Bust
11 January 2005
Wow - that write is crap poet
Not one of your best
I crack myself up
she said in putting
Shakespeare to the test
For who can be Shakespearian
who can wave at stick to the sky
Who was the poet whom truly
was able to bring a tear to your eye
A poet who cares
about you and all
Your beautiful mind
and five foot nine tall
That bust
of thirty six dee
How there was
a cantaloupe two see
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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