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| Reluctant King
Posted: 1/23/2006 5:29:55 AM | Looking in the mirror I see another me
the man I was and now am not
the man who was not free
king without his kingdom I stand in my own court
I rule no subjects anymore
my workload is cut short
Do I seek another throne to help me pass the time
or simply walk away and then
just see what's there to find?
Like a lion when his pride is slain and gone before his eyes
I roar within while in the rain
and wait for sunny skies
My hands had built illusion while my life was passing by
and I dwelt in confusion
never asking why
Awake to my reflection, I drink it daily in
and live in circumspection
knowing my own sin
Passage through the valley I will make in its due time
head held high and rally
this time I will be fine. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/23/2006 7:03:27 AM | This post is for alis kat.
I wanted to state how like Diva, Crossfade,
and many others your poetry "rocks"!
I'm not big on words, but you've got the "nack". It's all
throughout the poetry threads.
I'm not big on words, but better >>>late then never.
g.g. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/23/2006 11:04:29 AM | Sprinsteenfan~Thanks for the compliment..I do what I do because Im passionate about it..Whether people love or hate my poems Ill never stop writing Separated~I loved your poem..so full of hope,inspiration and courage.luuuv2laaaf~I hope I spelled your sn right;)I like it. Its cute..Your poem is so full of romance and passion.I really enjoyed it.keep those spiffy writes comin kids.Have an amazing day,Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/23/2006 11:08:14 AM | You love to touch and make yourself known
Force me to feel that I'm never alone
Sometimes on, sometimes off, you're not always there
Is your love a fantasy? I'm not sure that you care
Like a candle flickering in spite of the storm
Whenever you're close I'll always be warm
That power is yours, I'm helpless to stop
This flame being extinguised from just one raindrop
Why does something simple seem to be so complex?
We're drawn to each other with no obvious effects
It's hot, it's cold, but it's always there
A ghost, I'm a spectator in this stupid affair
People's opinions, we worry too much,
When all we need is each others touch
But what can I do? It's your shot to call
I'm here waiting, forever, ready to fall. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/23/2006 11:26:52 AM | Hi there, I'm ProudAunt2 & I just wanted to say that I've been a Poet since Feb 19,1993 & I'm even a Published Poet several different times. I love writing Poetry & sharing with others especially my family & closest friends who most of my poems are written for or about. I only write about real life things that have touched my life & I only write about the truth.Right now I'm working on my 88th, 89th & 90th poems & I'm in the process of having my 10th & 11th poems done as songs.I'd be happy to read some of poems by other poets if they would not mind sharing them with me. My poem below is one that I wrote a few months after the Sept 11th Terrorist Attacks took place in America.
MY LAST THREE WORDS TO YOU............
If I had three words left to say
I would say that I love you.....
If this was my last day on earth with you,
I'd make sure that it really counted & I'd
Make sure that you know how much I really do care for you.
I'd let you know by saying these last three words to you....
I love you!
If I had just three words to say to you & it's
All I could breathe from the hospital bed than
Than I'd like you to know that I love you so that
You understand that I am truely here.
And if there was a gun being held to my head
And the person holding the gun was begging me to
Give up my life and/or to deny that I am an American,
Well than I would rather say nothing at all, but you'd all
Know that I would've liked to say that I love you.
And if the plane I was on was about to crash down
And I had my cell phone with me than you would
Have known what I would've said if I had only had
A chance to call all the people back at home.
Now your heart is breaking & tears are falling because
In your heart you know that you would have wished that
We could have said our proper good-byes but you know
If I could have called & gotten the chance to say anything
To you that my last three words to you would have been
That I love you.
So when I am on my death bed & I am down to my last
Breath you will know that my last three words I will be
Able to say to you will be is that I love you.
If I had only three words to say to you before my dying day
And I am taken a way then you must know that I would say
That I love you.
Author: ProudAunt2 | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/23/2006 11:36:27 AM | separated44
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.
I think that is much of what it comes down to, as I may write for others, yet in my own
selfish way, I also need to write and be myself. I cannot stop and consider how the other
person will be and feel after I have composed something in thought of them.
If they are touched by my words or find offence in what I may compose, even if they were
my source of focus. Nobody should ever question the poetic right just to be.
"For in the eyes of God, there is no understanding, only acceptance"(December 1995)
4903
To Know in Hands Held
13 January 2006
It was not about looks
where beauty was to respect
For there was more to plan
a knowledge gained from within
This strong spirit of connection
listening to her thoughts span time
Who knew - yet knew in knowing
twice in reality to trace circular hearts
Of an eternal round to endure
no battle or riches to procreate
Her mind held in faith of being
open to interpretation of reality
Where art thou - thy know
trusting such to surety
The true perception of desire
to have once and always known
“And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all
mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that
I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.”
1 Corinthians 13: 2 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/24/2006 9:17:03 PM | 120
Invisible Souls
10 June 1998
Eyes open wide
the truth to hide
Does she like me
a secret love never free
Smiles are exchanged
the wedding to arrange
An invisible spirit comes forward
her heart his reward
For a moment age does not count
his soul lost on a mount
“If only,” he says
her body sways
“Yes,” he cries
before the love dies
What cannot be
a love no one will ever see
“Let love be without dissimulation. Abhor that
which is evil; cleave to that which is good. Be
kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly
love; in honour preferring one another. Not slothful
in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord;”
Romans 12: 9-11 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| Vengeance
Posted: 1/25/2006 8:05:59 AM | You promised me forever love
Called me your sweet turtledove
Oh what a fool was I
I believed each and every lie
Broken hearted, and with shattered dreams
My tears flowed like streams
An arrow through your heart I planned to draw
My plan was perfect without flaw
Vengeance was the name of my solemn vow
My intentions were sinister, I admit until now
Your heart I captured with such ease
Landed my arrow with expertise
Alas vengeance this hour was mine
I made a toast to you and sipped my wine
Suddenly I tasted the salt of a single tear
I guess I still love you or so it would appear
Your forgiveness now is what I seek
Before you I am humble almost weak
Now that I’ve hurt you and made you weep
I wouldn’t blame you for thinking me a creep
Just know this one thing to be true
Forever is how long I’ll always love you
But my darling we can’t return to the past
So this poem sealed with a kiss will be our last | |
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| Vengeance
Posted: 1/25/2006 3:54:33 PM | Great verses everyone:)Thanks so much for visiting one of my little corners of the forums.Feel free to encourage one another as thats what this thread is for   Kat | |
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| Vengeance
Posted: 1/26/2006 8:00:29 AM | i saw a man upon a chair
his eyes were fleeting here and there
but stopped a while for him to stare
at bleakness beyond his balefull glare
a murky past of suffering
the inky black of burning skin
and painfull horror buried within
the fractured mind of him
for why he stares i do not know
for why he glares i do not care
for why he suffers ill never know
my face is his and his is mine our minds our own but with shared spine. | |
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| my lovely umbrella
Posted: 1/26/2006 8:06:01 AM | a cow called jane
with a golden mane
sat next to me
on a gingerbread tree
and offered me
some fairy shoes
a biscuit
some jam
and a 30min snooze
i graciously accepted these
and offered her a milking chair
'Oh no' she said
i've milked enough
'that's fine' i said
and she flew away | |
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| Chute
Posted: 1/26/2006 3:38:45 PM | The seed that falls to see its death and welcomes in no further breath
but dies and leaves itself to naught is in the cycle yet uncaught
winter frost and pouring rain, sunshine, dew and seasons change
crack the nut and break the shell of what we thought we knew so well
and from the death and stink of rot is something else from what was not
the chute emerges from the dirt and lives again from what was hurt
and left to die on forest floor, assuming it would be no more
but now a tree has come to grow in places only it would know
for as the stalk recieves its pain and lives and grows in stronger rain
it hardens to the foulest storm becoming stronger yet not torn
and from its branches when its old a thousand seeds its boughs will hold
a thousand chances at rebirth, when once they fall to die in earth.
A word a seed, a kiss a chance, our lives of fleeting circumstance
though none would see their words decay there is still hope another day
and chances lost fall to the ground where none would think life to be found
let the wind and rain and storm and sunshine come to keep us warm
and see the chute that grows again from what we thought was just a friend. | |
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| Hola kids:)
Posted: 1/26/2006 4:15:13 PM | Thanks so much for visiting everyone:)Bernard,Its always so nice to see you here
I love your unique writing style(hugs)
Separated44~What an exquisite write from you..keep em comin and thanks for visiting yall,Kat
Eyes growing weary
with midnights heavy graces
Is it just an illusion
Collapsing in embraces
The world has gone to sleep
basking in their dreams
Of unfamiliar places
Lucidity is lost amongst
the secret shadowed faces
And the velvet house so deep
With windows made of promises
Weve closed within our sleep
A quick write by me:) | |
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| Hola kids:)
Posted: 1/26/2006 5:01:08 PM | | Yeah Bernard, I love your style, something you dont see everyday, nice trip. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/27/2006 12:21:05 AM | A Nursary Ryme
Boys and girls come out to play
the moon doth shine as bright as day.
Leave your supper and leave your sleep
and join your playfellows in the street.
Come with a whoop and come with a call,
come with a good will or not at all.
Up the ladder and down the wall,
a half-penny loaf will serve us all;
you find milk and I'll find flour,
and we'll have pudding in half an hour | |
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| Dragonslayer
Posted: 1/27/2006 5:19:28 AM | Weary man upon his steed wandering through this life in need
beaten worn and oft abused dragonslayer only used
the talent killing evil beast brings to many victory feast
but for the knight upon his horse his life has found a different course
in forest dark and marshes dank he wanders on no one to thank
for no one lends his life a rest as on he goes bound to his quest
drink and song he does not know as on his journey he does go
old and tired, humble man, saves his brethren as he can
and though they love to see his sight he sleeps alone in darkest night
no comfort in the victory cheer, no respite in his fortune clear
kings and queens in castle grand have nothing for him in this land
for once the slayer settles down his wife and children then are found
and vengeance from the fiery beast making them a midnight feast
so on he travels cursed and worn another battle to be born
Seeking out the cruel beast, champion victor who is least
Many sing the song of him and dream of being his own kin
knowing not that they do err, for he is not allowed to care
Until the last has seen its death and dragon lore is only breath
the hunter knows it is his due, and flees the danger in his view
for dragons see whats in his eyes while hunting him in far off skies
and should he look one second long, the dragon comes and it is gone
the object of his longing eye, victim first for beast on high
and so the story rambles on, he is here but will be gone
many dragons in his time he's slaughtered, murdered, left behind
many more yet lay ahead before he'll rest his weary head
though you may approach his home, your wiser choice, leave him alone
for should his eye fall on your face and find a fleeting piece of grace
the dragon that he would fight next will soon appear and will you vex
admire his courage and his poise, and move along, is the best choice
when at last the dragon last has met his end and time has past
then come to find him in his camp, in forest dark or marsh so damp
sit beside the fire then, and you will find a thankful friend
then feasting joyous revelry relaxed and fearless you will see
but wait until the time is near for until then there's only fear. | |
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| Dragonslayer
Posted: 1/27/2006 12:41:55 PM | | WOW!!! What length!!! Terrific! Bet you'd be a great story teller fer the kids to! | |
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| A Moment
Posted: 1/27/2006 7:28:59 PM | ...
A MOMENT
We shared so many words
Words of longing and of lust
We couldn't find the time
To meet for just a moment
We couldn't take the chance
To look into our eyes
And see what might have been
If we finally had our moment
We waited much too long
To start to share a past
We didn't trust enough
To ever share a moment
You didn't want to look
Inside yourself or me
To see what we might find
For only just a moment
We missed our chance in time
Our chance to soar or fall
You wouldn't take the risk
For even just a moment
Another took your chance
He invested time in me
And now he wants much more
More than just a moment
If only we'd have met
You may have felt the same
To know the love he feels
For more than just a moment
He seized upon your chance
He loves me so it seems
My love for him will grow
It'll only take a moment
My prayer for you will be
That you will find someone
That you'll trust enough
To live for just a moment
But now it won't be me
Since I'll belong to him
You really need to know
I wanted just a moment
I guess we each must learn
To seize upon the day
And learn to take the chance
To love for just a moment
I hope you'll always know
The special part you owned
You really had my love
If only for a moment
LR4JP
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| Talk to me
Posted: 1/27/2006 10:42:45 PM | I sit and listen for your voice
as though my heart had no choice
nothing comes across the telephone
I wonder what you think and then
I wonder if you've made a friend
and then its me again all alone
where is it you have gone from me
and what have you in your liberty
can you please toss me a friggin bone?
I offered you my heart in trust
a gift so treasured just for us
why did you leave me here all alone?
but laugh and run away again
and torture me without an end
tell me Im the problem I must own.
though I may have problems
Im not the one to blame
I'll leave you to your shallow world
and dismiss all your shame.
none directed at those who read, I did not intend such bitter seed
but from my heart the wine is spilled, Im hoping that no friendship killed
words come from everywhere, some I should not, but still I share
please forgive my hateful tone, you have not left me all alone.
born of beer or dying dreams, the words are hurtful so it seems,
but I had need to leave them here, the reasons why are not yet clear.
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| Talk to me
Posted: 1/29/2006 10:47:05 PM | | Wonderfully evocative poetry... you've done it again Separated44. Thank you for your words. | |
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| A Moment
Posted: 1/30/2006 11:27:33 AM | luuuv2laaaf
I always find that in my view, a beautiful poem can be upset in beauty by using one word or line too many times.
As in your poem entitled "A Moment" - and your continuous use of the word moment.
An honest view being it makes your poem boring in the process.
A case of too much saying too little in a moment expressed.
I only make this comment out of kindness and not to dispute your ability and skill in poetic terms
Most of all as long as your heart is there, the rest and remainder should read fair
Then those who know of Kipling's 'If' - may disagree with my above comment
Sure this works of mine below has ways of words repeating,
then I trust my own comments were not made by any way to be spiteful.
4808
Not Kipling
31 December 2005
If I could
love you
I would love you
like tomorrow
If I could love you
I would love you like
no one else could
Only I can not
love you
Nor love you
if I would
Because I do not
know what love is
Maybe of love
I should
“If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;”
If - Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936),
English short-story writer, novelist and poet, remembered for his
celebration of British imperialism and heroism in India and Burma.
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| Trial
Posted: 1/30/2006 11:45:48 AM | Walking on the razor edge of care and care's betrayal
the line we cross or fail to see is the line at which we fail
though hearts and minds work overtime to see that care remains
we often miss the mark it seems although we took great pains
If I had harmed you in my word or simple stupid act
or left your soul somewhat less whole, my words I would retract
but they have left me, fate is sealed, my words cannot come back
Just know that if I battered you in thinking things I did
I would have run to other parts and turned my face and hid
should I have seen what would have been before my voice was heard
and spared your heart some pain in part, before the hurt occured
the voice that cares will always share the things that do you good
and cannot tell if you heard well or if you understood
but care it does, and will speak more if care you do to hear
so come back friend, sit and then I will lend an ear
and speak to me in words you choose, and I will listen well
kiss me with your anger then, your message yet to tell
or love me with your honesty and bear us up again
no greater love to share than this, to listen to a friend. | |
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| Trial
Posted: 1/30/2006 11:51:33 AM | ^^^ You're the Bomb Babeee! Your poetry Rocks! Thanks for pointing out my screw up where this poem is concerned... Total Blonde Moment!
Ain't Love Grand?
YOUR LOVE IS LIKE...
Your Love is like a Crispy Cream Donut...
Totally addicting but really bad for you.
Your Love is like a new pair of jeans...
Fits great til you've worn em for awhile.
Your Love is like a Hummingbird Feeder...
You gotta work really hard to get something sweet.
Your Love is like a Crossword Puzzle...
It takes a lot of words to figure it all out.
Your Love is like a Toasteroven...
If you're not really careful you'll get burnt.
Your Love is like a Hardboiled egg...
Fine til you break it outta it's shell & then it stinks.
Your Love is like a night out drinking...
Intoxicating for awhile but you'll soon feel like sh!t.
Your Love is like really good Sex...
Totally fulfilling but it ends too quickly.
Your Love is like a Forest Fire...
It burns really hot and destroys everything in it's path.
Your Love is like taking drugs...
At first it makes you feel great but once you get used to it you feel like crap.
Your Love is like Cranberry Juice...
Really good sometimes but you wouldn't want it everyday.
Your Love is like Food Poisoning...
You don't even know you got it til it makes you sick.
Your Love is like a Rain Cloud...
It get's you really wet and then quickly passes you by.
Don't get alarmed... I'm not really this bitter. I guess I'm just in one of those moods.
LR1/30/06
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| Write and Song
Posted: 1/30/2006 12:02:50 PM | 5009
Write and Song
31 January 2006
What was
right and song
An empty feeling
of a love gone wrong
Lost in soul
in thoughts given
As of one day to him
her in heart was openly driven
Will he see
her in eyes again
To feel her voice inside
a mind all in beauty to her aim
Years past
broken love redeemed
As if one night in her
was a true day in hours dreamed
No
expectation
Not even
revelation
“And though I have the gift of prophecy, and
understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and
though I have all faith, so that I could remove
mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing.”
1 Corinthians 13: 2 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| Write and Song
Posted: 1/30/2006 9:40:22 PM | I love seeing all the encouragement of your fellow poets Wonderful writes everyone Thanks so much for visiting,Kat | |
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