| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/15/2006 10:15:14 AM | the sixtys
the sixty's era
was the best time for me
i had a figure like twiggy
the beatles on tv
it was the time of love-ins
hippy beads as well
mini skirts showing off our legs
it sure was swell
the music was vibrant
made me feel alive
it was better
than anything i can contrive
mary quant had the make up
for doing up my face
stilletto's and stockings
those were the days
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/15/2006 10:21:05 AM | yorkshire lass
i'm a yorkshire lass
born and bred
won't take no nonsense
for things that are said
i may have nowt
but have plenty of clout
come from good stock
so don't you dare mock
down to earth with a sense of humour
have a hard exterior but soft inside
for friends and family
my arms are wide
diva  | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/15/2006 3:12:31 PM | =====
PEACEFUL WARRIORS
Waves crashing down, the air moist, sweet and salty, the birds cry
The hot sun begins to gently burn away the morning mist
The swell created thousands of miles away calls out to them
These Black Bodied Warriors who grab their swords
White boards rising to meet their challenge
From the sand I observe the dance, their fight to win
The rhythm of the surf is like the sound of distant drums
One by one these Warriors throw their bodies into the liquid of life
Their Souls are set free as they ride to fill their heart's desire
Astride their boards they twist, turn and maneuver for position
Propelled by the very thing they wish to conquer and become one with
Into the blue fluid of peace & the white foam of happiness they dive
Fear their only obstacle, they push through the barriers that restrict
They become consumed by their play & satisfied by their own technique
They gain strength in the discovery of their own capabilities
Adrenaline becomes their motivator and exhilaration their reward
They’re like Children baptized by the waters of our Creator
Their Sins are cleansed, Spirits renewed, Souls made new
They carry a message of Preservation and Love for Mother Earth
An infinite calm surrounds them, anger tamed by their Sport
You’ll know from where their solitude comes as each new day begins
They quiet their souls to hear the call of the Lover who beckons them to join her
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/16/2006 11:35:44 AM | Love’s Flower
And does our love flower
Or does it grow old
Where have all the flowers gone
Wilted, one by one
Where is the love so true
I thought I found in you
Laying somewhere blue
Breathing with bated breath
And where are you
The one I searched for
High and low
To find a dream for two
Show me really
Who you are
Truly what you feel
Nothing I will not do
To know the real you
How did you deceive me
With words of love
Felt for me or lost regrets
Comparing me
To another love
Pain you say
How can you know
Life is not over dear
But begins again
Each time we love | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/16/2006 11:56:15 AM | Is there no freedom from this
only intrapment
the responsibilities grow
bearing down upon the head
as an energy draining dread
no praise, no love bestowed
to rejuvinate within
just foeboding, the resentment growing,
as a curse, vexed upon
by choices of paths unknown
taken in times you incompassed
the core of my soul
like chains entertwined around
from the daily fight to shove it out,
out of sight
the resentment
growing within
binding as the struggle lost
acceptance
of all around
gaining
sufficating
all breath of love
within a tanglement of chain
where is the light?
only darkness
so the resentment has engulfed
within the core of being
giveing birth to the vexed
a gastly reproachful soul
scowling, unaproachable
emittilng all negativity
does one dare
come near such a horrid beast?
with eyes encrusted of pain within
and
scowls upon the face | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/16/2006 11:58:02 AM | Simply awesome everyone..keep those groovy writes comin.,Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/17/2006 10:33:59 AM | ==========
AN INTERNET MEETING
I find myself constantly thinking about your silky voice
As it slides over me like an expensive satin negligee
I find myself becoming addicted to the words you say
During our numerous, steamy, late night phone calls
The pictures you sent of yourself are intriguing
I imagine your incredibly long, thick brown hair
Draping around me and sliding over my naked skin
Tickling and teasing all of my erogenous senses
And the words you write and things you describe
They’re exciting, sensuous and full of potential for more
This Internet exchange takes us back to another Era
Where potential Lover’s waited expectantly for letters to arrive
Your seduction of me on the beach that you described
Was more than I could ever imagine it to be, and I wait
Impatient to know if what we share on the phone & in emails
Is half as good in person when our energies finally combine
Sometimes it’s destiny and sometimes it’s a randomness
When two people meet and discover their potential
Even if we meet and discover that we’re not meant to be
This Friendship is an incredible gift that I’ll always treasure
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/18/2006 9:03:57 AM | | ooooohhh, luvtolaaf, I loved your "Internet Meeting" poem... great description, awesome poem :) | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/18/2006 11:54:37 AM | Im with ya kblgal:) Excellent write luuuvto Keep those groovy writes comin kids Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/18/2006 12:09:48 PM | The Boat, and the Light House.
The boat is crafted of my heart.
The oars are carved of my soul,
and the sails are a patch work of my dreams
I set sail from the shores of this distant land
to seek my love across the sea
Wind fill these sails so, that I may reach her.
The oars touched the still waters,
I found the calm and the peace
that would bring me safely to her.
I shoved off from this lonely place.
I sensed the darkness of the ocean
that I must cross to one day reach her.
I looked to heavens to chart my course.
a storm rolled in and I heard thunder chasing the wind.
I feared the sails would be torn asunder.
I remembered the times I began to fret and doubt.
You chided me, and smiled at me.
The sails held firm and true.
I pushed harder with the oars through the turbulent sea.
I felt the danger of the surging ocean
that threatened to wrench the them from me.
All would be lost once the oars were gone.
I recalled your cool touch and warm embrace, and
my strength renewed.
The next morning I awoke surrounded by fog.
The shore was at hand.
But, unable too see.
The boat would splinter upon the rocks.
A beam shot out to light the way
A light house?
As I reached the shore,
I saw no light house
But her. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/18/2006 5:12:48 PM | Thank you ladies... I appreciate the compliments.
I'll let you know how the meeting goes... I'm sure it'll inspire another poem.
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Posted: 1/18/2006 5:18:06 PM | The day is done, the work is through
and now we all will bid adue
for time has come to head to home
some to love some alone
and yet again the sun shall rise
and work again will fill our eyes
for we all share our common dream
to keep the cash a steady stream
to float our dreams again one day
and see them live come what may | |
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Posted: 1/19/2006 3:05:46 AM | ...
NEVER MEANT TO BE
There was a fire inside me that burnt really hot
You knew how to touch my most favorite spot
You knew how to bring my body awake
I felt myself vibrate and shiver and shake
And all that I wanted was one chance to meet
Maybe for once we would've both felt complete
Our hearts might've felt something deep in each other
The passion we craved, might've soon been discovered
Our bodies could've felt each other's soft loving touch
Once we found each other it might've really been enough
And maybe we would've been so incredible in bed
The thought of our sex still burns hot in my head
Our thoughts about passion, were almost the same
But now I really think you were just playing a game
Were you always just lying, and not being true?
Was I wasting my time being honest with you?
I knew in my heart you were a phenomenal man
But now you're so distant, was that always the plan?
We never became Lovers, it was not meant to be
Our memory will fade, there was no guarantee
I offered my Friendship, it would've always been true
It was all that I wanted; I'm being honest with you
But we never became closer, and that was okay
I just wanted our Friendship to find its own way
But now I feel helpless, I must leave you alone
You refuse to discuss it; and won't call on the phone
I'm left to just speculate what you wanted me to do
When all that I wanted was the chance to know you
It's so sad that I felt that we once had so much
I really thought that you wanted my passionate touch
But I guess this is something that wasn't meant to be
I guess that it's over, you want nothing from me
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LR2JP | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/19/2006 6:44:40 AM | The boulder sits in the middle of the room
as lights come on and dispell the gloom
artisan hammer and chisel held
while heart and mind and hand compelled
cut and chip away debris
and when its finished it is me
dirt and moss and wear dispell
as chisel makes its marks so well
tap or pound or grind with care
the vision lost is still in there
and every passing hour in time
reveals the sight for eyes not blind
a work in progress yet undone
continues to the setting sun
while fragments may wound the hand
the artisan works and understands
and will not stop the toil of love
to see the art sent from above
from buried rock scarred and soiled
to vision grand that cant be spoiled
no rest he takes upon his task
this hope and joy to yet unmask
I am the artisan in my world
and work so see myself unfurled. | |
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Posted: 1/20/2006 7:34:39 AM | ========
HORRIBLE DEMISE
I can’t bear to watch this horrible demise of our words
As email returns become slower with less pleasurable content
What once was so beautiful is now so distant and sparse
Our words become misconstrued and less tolerable
I feel actual pain when you use my words against me
Laying blame for how I make you feel or not feel
Your beautiful creative juices no longer flow into my soul
Your words are now parched, unfeeling and non-existent
What once flowed so easily, so passionately, so beautifully
Now becomes dreaded and feared… something we avoid
You spend hours searching for another’s words to fill you
Hoping they will stimulate you and show promise of a better love
What once was our hope now dies this slow painful death
Into the oblivion of our delete buttons and trash folders
I can’t bear to watch this horrible demise of our world
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/20/2006 8:05:45 AM | Out of the ashes of love that is gone
the sun will arise and a new day will dawn
the soul that is seeking will seek once again
the journey continues without seeing end
the labor of looking is not just a game
sifting through profiles and emails the same
its school to the heart and the mind for each one
and married or single will never be done
take what you can from the classes you take
learn just a bit from each new mistake
and go on your journey refreshed to be new
and sooner or later they will look for you
the trials and tests that we seem to have failed
that bruised our hearts and our ego assailed
bring with them lessons to heal us again
and lift us up higher and that has no end
try and see light in the darkest of night
dont curse the candle that doesnt give light
but see through the shadows the trail that you're on
and soon all the hurting will create a new dawn | |
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Posted: 1/20/2006 8:35:06 AM | | Unbelieveable Sep! Really something the way your words just flow,... I could almost sing it out,.... thats what I call quality,... and most definately a real skill with the poetic verse. And luvtolaaf,... yours are just awesome too!!! If you've read thru the thread from the start,... you will have seen my stuff. Maybe not bad but it doesn't compare to yours, thanks for yourcontributions! Dash! | |
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Posted: 1/20/2006 9:05:55 AM | Thanks alot...I write alot of poetry, but mostly think of it as writing on the bathroom wall almost, never told anything different, but its in me so I never quit.
I appreciate the comment. :) | |
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Posted: 1/20/2006 1:34:53 PM | ^^^^
And I really appreciate your poetry separated44... you're a wonderful writer. I really needed to read your last poem exactly when I did... thanks for sharing it. You continuoulsy inspire me to try to write better.
Thank you very much for the compliment dashance. | |
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Posted: 1/20/2006 1:48:48 PM | Not to infer anything, but my last poem was inspired by the one above it, its a message to myself from myself as much as anything else.
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/20/2006 4:42:56 PM | I Swear
I swear by the moon and the stars.
That I'll love you no matter where you are.
If you leave me,in my heart will be a scar.
If you dont I swear our love will go far.
Death will be the only thing that will rip us apart.
If this shall happen my life, to live will be hard.
I swear when you are sick for you I will care.
When together from anything we shall not be scared.
I will love you with all my heart,I swear.
As long as I'm living my soul will bring fresh air.
If my love can be stacked it will reach the end and back.
I will never give you a reason to leave and pack.
I swear to you my heart and soul.
My fantasy is to make love in a cabin while its cool.
This fantasy, you will make true and me your fool.
My love shall never be to you foul or cruel.
If you tire, for you I will make a comfortable stool.
I swear my love is kind,sweet, and true.
With my love true to you, I will never make you blue.
By:Poetic_Shining_Knight | |
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Posted: 1/20/2006 10:49:54 PM | | Thanks for visiting kids:) Great job everyone!!..Keep em comin,Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/23/2006 3:25:39 AM | ...
RESERVED FOR ONLY YOU
When I surrounded you with my Lust
Some would say you had me
But it was I who consumed you
The passion that we shared
Was like a rose that thirsts for water
Temporarily satiated but soon needing more
You claimed a part of my soul
The part reserved for intimately knowing
The gentle touch of love and the hot fire of desire
So hot was your touch
That it still burns in my memory
As being all consuming, all encompassing, so right
The way you satisfied my needs
Was like a child's first taste of candy
Totally satisfying but very soon wanting more
And when we soared ever higher
It was like the first Virgin Flight
Of an Angel who has just earned their wings
I now know our potential
And I seek to forever push our boundaries
Taking us higher and higher towards ecstasy’s summit
You filled a part of me
That I never knew existed before
A part of me that is now forever...
RESERVED FOR ONLY YOU
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