| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/10/2006 3:47:48 PM | Quit talking about the size of my produce jeez I posted that so long ago in a thread... jk cute poem:) | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/10/2006 3:48:51 PM | the fruits of labour (aka labor)  then I spell check all my posts in Canadian English
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/10/2006 4:09:12 PM | | Ive been under the influence of Canadian spelling for some time now IMing with Ali for so long...... I think I picked that up without even noticing | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/10/2006 4:18:03 PM | 4887
Love Spells no Bounds
11 January 2005
What would love be
if love was to live
and spell why
Then just to be alive
was to live - hope for love
then some day known to die
Then what was humour without you
it was a faster way to spell a word
void of one letter of doubt
This wonder of momentum
to what life was all to be about
Words are words
love was love
To live was being alive
So where was it that
the Queen's English was taken
upon the Mayflower the day
at Plymouth Rock those Pilgrims did arrive
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| So ya wanna be a poet? perstistant kitty!
Posted: 1/10/2006 4:43:52 PM | thankyou...glad you enjoyed it...you should try it n listen to players coming off the field!
sorry reply so long!....very long, 2 month in fact story! xx  | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/10/2006 5:42:42 PM | When love is lost
Your heart feels cold with frost
When your heart is broken
Life feels unsteady like an ocean | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/10/2006 9:51:20 PM | 4890
I Can’t Believe its not Butter
11 January 2006
I can’t believe its not butter
because it does have saturated fat
That stuff taken from Oleic Acid
and other manufactured thought like that
The kind of margarine
all mushy like axle grease
Why was it let out
call the police
Because what was great
might not always be good
So why not use butter
when you really should
Made from just
cream and some salt
If you can’t believe its not butter
then that was a case of assault
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/11/2006 7:21:45 AM | =============
LOVE SMILES
The brightness that surrounds him
Like Sun, lights up the day
His smile, it is the reason
What makes him smile that way?
The heart that once was trampled
He holds within his hands
A heart that once was broken
Will always understand
Holding onto daydreams
Makes me feel alright
Finding out the answer
Why he smiles so bright
With his love he's waiting
As if right on cue
You'll find your heart inflating
When he smiles at you
A shield of faith he carries
One light hides the dark
I guess you'll always find him
Leading with his heart
He lost his will for Loving
But then he round his smile
He trusted me to love again
And true love takes awhile
Somehow he found courage
And Love's a Mystery
I seem to feel so happy
When he smiles at me
The brightness that surrounds us
Like sun, lights up the day
Our new love is the reason
Why we smile this way
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/11/2006 4:05:00 PM | Now that is very sweet!! You must have been in quite the mood when you wrote that one!!! hehehehe!   | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/11/2006 5:28:24 PM | Great thread.........here is my contribution.
So clear now,
Depths of character;
And my role black
In the end
I relent, my guns again silent
Each face,
It's sometimes sunshine;
And I divide
One by one
They falter, but they still throw thunder | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/11/2006 10:13:19 PM | All men say that poet Om,Poet yall crack me up... I just wanted to drop in and say very groovy writes kids...keep em comin,Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/11/2006 10:33:55 PM | I dont consider this poem, just an organized collection of my thoughts, tell me what you think
LONELINESS
These emotions are indescribable, can’t be categorized or explained for this reason I am unable to ease both my confusion and pain. I feel that these emotions are eating my insides, like a spider eating its prey; I’m unable to discern my feelings like colors being meshed together with out a trace of the original which they came from.
Slowly I’m being devoured by wall of darkness which will leave nothing of my corpse that can be identified; I will disappear in this darkness, alone. Just when I was able to live, just when I though that I have conquered my fears. I have suddenly succumbed to my loneliness. As I run from this feeling I see that I’m running in vain for I cant seem reach the light at the end of this tunnel, my hands are stretched out, reaching, grasping, yet I grab nothing, I fall to my knees giving up on hope, knowing that I forever am destined to be in this darkness there is no savior for me, there is no existence for me, as I walk and talk it is not me but my corpse which has been numbed by the passage of time, all you see that stands before is just a shell of my former self , yes I laugh, I speak, and smile with you but you don’t know the real me, my true self, you don’t see the person who is hiding, crying because I wont let you. Because you don’t want to, yes I have giving up on hope, love and happiness I will just sit here and let this darkness and pain consume my soul, for I have no fight in me, I’m tired of this. I will just let this shell of my body walk aimlessly with no true goal or purpose I can only apologize to my self for giving up but it seems that I have no other solution other than to let my self be engulfed this monster called darkness, I have another name but I shall not say for I already have a constant reminder in my dried heart. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/12/2006 12:23:12 AM | | Hiya:)I think you definately have a gift for expressing yourself . Poetry is an awesome venue to articualte any feelings or emotions we need to purge or simply just want to express for the joy of writing | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/13/2006 2:12:04 AM | Laugh my head off ! poet,
yeah but its more work ! lol
Hiya kat, folks, gonna stroll down the tracks for a bit...:) | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/13/2006 6:28:14 AM | Ending a Marriage is often difficult, but it makes it that much more difficult when one of the partners has been unfaithful to the marriage. This poem is not based on personal experience, rather that of a dear friend.
I hear so many people complain that they've lost so many material possessions in a Divorce. These people might not realize that what their partner lost, can never be replaced... it takes forever to regain Trust.
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GO AWAY
I sleep with an electric blanket
Cuz I no longer feel your heat
My toes they feel like icebergs
I can't snuggle with your feet
Although you're lying next to me
I'm greeted with your back
You have no need to touch me
And I'm still good in the sack
I know you have another
I'm no longer what you need
I hope you're being careful
That she's not carrying your seed
I wish you would Divorce me
But you love me (so you say)
I guess I'll be the one to leave
I can't go on this way
So go ahead and keep her
And sleep with me at night
If you think I'll stand for this
You're in for quite a fight
I gave you some of my best years
I loved you with all my heart
Knowing that you've lain with her
I'll make a brand new start
So keep your pretty plaything
Go away and leave me alone
You both can have each other
Cuz you sure won't get our home
I gave you all I had to offer
And my trust was all I had
It'll take forever to regain it
And for that you should feel bad
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/13/2006 1:33:18 PM | | Man! You've got good writes!!! ANd here I am left reading! Hahaha!Its a hard life! | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/13/2006 11:37:59 PM | Doubt
A true story
My brother Jonathan had this pup that was a bitch, my father had breed -
and when it came time to register the dog - by law I think it was 3 months old -
this female pup still had no name - so my father wrote down "Doubt" on the registration form when he filled it in.
So from that day on, until this dog died it was called Doubt.
And that is the whole and honest truth -
4898
When in Doubt
12 January 2006
The old man's dog
had a pup that
did not have a name
So they called this pup - Doubt
and that was the truth to proclaim
A dog of black and white
in those colours of two
Then this was just one
of those dogs to live
its whole life through
Now years have passed
and the owner is also dead
Of that pup from the old man's dog
that was given the name in doubt as said
This tale of truth to tell
of a living legend to partake
For when in doubt - think ahead
and love life for heavens sake
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 1/14/2006 1:56:11 PM | Sometimes ya just gotta take that last leap of faith into another's arms.
Writing your own Storybook, creating a new existence, enjoying a new reality
and hopefully, making many happy memories.
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ONCE UPON THESE DAYS
What's this life anyway's?
What's it to you and me?
What's it to anyone?
Who are we supposed to be?
Make me a Storybook
Write me away from here
I need a different now
Where we can wear each other for awhile
I'll lend you my joy, if I can borrow your smile
We'll share happiness, get through better days
We'll be together, once upon these days
There's four roads anywhere
Four ways to everything
We are unbreakable
We speak our destiny
So take a moment now
And write our Storybook
Let's make a new world now
Then the day will come, and it may take awhile
I'll show you my joy, if you show me your smile
We'll find better ways, to share better days
We'll be together, once upon these days
What's this life anyway's?
What's it to you and me?
What are we doin here?
What are we supposed to be?
Write me a Storybook
And write you here with me
I need a different now
Where we can wear each other for awhile
I'll give you my joy, if I can keep your smile
We'll have better ways, to enjoy better days
Happy ever after, once upon these days
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Posted: 1/15/2006 12:51:16 AM | running repairs and fixing the thread, this page was put out of a-line-ment,
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Posted: 1/15/2006 12:56:34 AM | 800 posts has been and gone
now normal transmission can continue a fresh
So ya wanna be a poet?
nows your chance
place your words of freedom here
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Posted: 1/15/2006 9:43:45 AM | this thing i must do
poverty ridden all my life
a baby ,teenager,and wife
to walk amongst greatness
where the grass is greener
on the other side
for that moment i will strive
not for power, riches , or gold
need something tangible to hold
filling my senses , fulfilling my dreams
its part of my being,it is me
don't want my name carved in a tree
want to go down in history
to be immortal is my decree
on many pages,in lots of books
where many people ,like me will look
this thing i must do
diva.. | |
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