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| Tiptoe
Posted: 1/31/2006 6:41:09 AM | Tiptoe through the minefield at sixty miles an hour
plow the fields and sew the seed
and do not harm a flower
Search through life to find a mate
and try to do no harm
come to find the hour is late
lost to misspent charm
hurtful some in time thats spent
though no intent to be
along the way I do repent
some things inside of me
but journey on in care in quest
and press on every hour
and try to do the very best
while looking at each flower
a clumsy oaf in china shop
Im sure to break a few
disaster when it happens
and I hope that its not you
so if we meet in passing
and share a smile or two
and come to find that we were blind
there's but one thing to do
understand the master plan
that love is hard to find
and recognize a friendly hand
the blind that leads the blind. | |
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| 1st attempt at free verse.
Posted: 1/31/2006 3:38:39 PM | | Thick black boot crunches gravel, rythmically matching cricket chirp. Boot stands quiet, cheeks test humid August night. Some keys rattle, a car door closes. His seat belt ratchets and pulls snug in the otherwise quiet night. Even the crickets know something raucous this way comes. The accelerator squeaks softly and a worn key finds it's way in the dark like a familiar kiss. Key finds his home and wrist twists. Almost too soon, the engine clears its throat, once, twice, and screams like the last dragon's swan song. Two white hot eyes peer into the night, piercing like an arrow flown true, but never reaching a target. Gear shift glides under a calloused palm, and two tires stutter for bite as gravel turns to pavement, still warm from its rest in the sun. Steering wheel glances to find a dancing tach needle. A smile appears, unseen except by those fool enough to glance away from pavement to that warmed by dash board glow. The tachometer swings, into the upper deck. Twin pipes dictate the cadence, barking, then howling. A house appears quickly and disappears more qickly. Inside two children pull their covers close to their chins, the farmer shakes his fist, his wife blushes. The windows rattle, then all is silent. Four tires devour pavement as though it will be the last meal. The seat pushes against the ribs, heavily, the way a lover clings to your back in their sleep. The radio cries out a tune no one has ever heard, yet everyone knows. It is in vain against the incessant thrumming of exhaust pipes, the humming of rubber against asphalt, and that sweet august night, billowing past like water over Niagara. Half moon, he turns and winks, approving of that which streaks through his otherwise dead night. An open road straightens for the driver; the engine, hoarsley laughing at nothing funny, settles into a loud chuckle. A calloused hand relaxes. The gear shift will be fine. A calloused hand takes a soft small hand into itself. It is a good night. The man in the moon smiles. | |
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| Not My Voice
Posted: 1/31/2006 4:50:34 PM | From brass and steel and rosewood board
tuning keys and electric cord
and amplifier on the floor
no one home beyond the door
shimmer sound alive again
come and dance with me my friend
scream the things I dare not say
and wail and grind the time away
harmonic ping and whistle stop
flash and bang and thunder pop
cry my tears I cannot feel
and while I play my senses reel
bluesy crunch dispells the doubt
of what this life is all about
walnut body slung on me
beaten sometimes furiously
and other times caressed so sweet
its where my mind and my soul meet
glisten sweat across my brow
I have made the trip somehow
from over there to over here
by bringing music ever near.
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| Not My Voice
Posted: 1/31/2006 5:18:50 PM | ^excellent:) Great imagery and it flows so well:) | |
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| No Walk in the Park
Posted: 2/1/2006 5:18:51 AM | Golden sun warm the earth
and give its life second birth
Rain come play with us again
refreshing in the drink you send
walking through the forest I
and seeing weather in the sky
my feet crush leaves that lay below
and wander often through the snow
traveler on his journey there
pretending not to have a care
while taking in such wondrous view
in search of what I never knew
drinking in the life I find
and forgetting what I can behind
hunter fowl in branch above
killing prey for those they love
field mouse searching for some food
to feed his tiny precious brood
cycles flow in harmony
somehow life and death are free
and meet each other in the path
without malice without wrath
and even so my mind walks on
in search of something that is gone
ever finding, growing still
with not a second left to kill
the mystery locked inside this ball
that we live on, inside it all
distracts, empowers, enlightens me
but still my eyes are blind you see
though drinking in all that they find
no vision found that is so kind
as what lies deep within the soul
in journey timeless to be whole
realizing what is due
I cannot hope to find in you
the things I need to find my dream
and still Im looking it would seem
inward onward on my quest
but I am pleased you are my guest
in watching sharing what you will
knowing that we are not still
but pressing on toward what we seek
in humble minds and hearts so meek
may God himself rise to your aid
when you are lost and tired, afraid
and bring you comfort yet again
when you cant find another friend
no carefree stroll do we endure
but timeless quest held for the pure
and though my heart is stained in sin
I still seek on for peace within
through the forest, through the glade
wherever paths are shown and made
eyes wide open heart on fire
soul alive in its desire
Im glad to meet you on this trail
in this time when hope prevails
share a drink a song and then
on to journey yet again
godspeed, good fortune yes to you
may your journey soon be through
and may you rest with heroes past
and drink their fortunes at long last
I seek to find the holy grail
my quest my life to no avail
but seek I will until Im through
at least I met someone like you.
A toast to friendship then again
may you soon reach journeys end.
Friendship is in itself a miracle, that often outlasts the lust of love, and the pain of failed expectations. A friend is better than a lover in that a friend shows their care with nothing to gain but the friendship itself. Nothing can take the place of true love, but a friend can carry a soul to heaven with a word in time like no other ever can. Who consoles us when love is lost? Is it not the friend that stands by while you celebrate, who toasts your successes and cries for your failures? Love is a treasure, precious on its own, friendship is the medicine that soothes us in the quest for love, and yet, that is not the purpose of friendship at all. | |
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| One Bad Apple
Posted: 2/1/2006 7:17:11 AM | You may have thought that I'd forgotten
that in a word the fruit was rotten
but in the barrel you are still
and I have lots of time to kill
no worm is found within the core
no fear of loss I emplore
vision fair I see you still
far away on yonder hill
and keep my time I will fulfill
no cherished meeting did you kill
knowing full my place in time
I do realize what is not mine
and yet I see your face each day
and knowing that it is this way
I wait to see my life complete
and then to try again and meet
time my friend and alibi
and while you laughed I did not cry
I hold my tongue except for here
and keep my distance from you dear
should my words once catch your eye
then know the meaning, find out why
it is not bitterness or hate
but cruel time and twist of fate
that I had gazed upon a star
not realizing distance far
and flying then on wings of wax
this fool rushed in with muddy tracks
though the vision may be lost
at least I realized the cost
maybe too late, it may be true
but I hold no evil in thought of you
dreamers dream and heroes fail
when tyrant moods come and assail
but from the ashes of battles lost
the wise will learn and count the cost
and rise again another day
the future is, come what may
I thought I'd place a message here
so if you looked it would be clear
no expectations do I hold
no offers do I yet unfold
but time will tell what is to be
and what will come of you and me
maybe nothing maybe all
but I again wont make the call
until I take another name
another time when Im not the same
for you have asked and I agreed
to let the winter kill the seed
and go on to the life we would
nothing lost its understood
I just wanted to impart
what you dont know within my heart
no bad apple did I find
reaching in while I was blind.
A tribute to Helen, wiser than me
a vision of heaven my eyes did see
corrupting judgment, killing trust
this time I spend it is a must
and time alone is not the key
that brings her gaze again to me
maybe never will she look
to read again this open book
love thats lost that never was
is not lost just because
there is a reason to everything
to winter ice, or birds that sing
not broken angry or confused
not wishing for a soul to use
I bide my time and search my soul
and await the day that it is whole.
An offering then again to bring
to Venus' palace, to her king
knowing well it may not be
I walk and talk and live as free
but my desire remains the same
the candle burns in window pane | |
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| Relations
Posted: 2/1/2006 10:24:33 PM | i started this yesterday and finished it today, well finished as much as i felt...hope you like, well you have to like because you can't write anything bad, ha ha. :p
Its going down like the falling rain
Not going to come back not going to stay
Its going down like a rock from the sky
Crushing everything as it goes by
Not coming back like a boomerang
But you stay and wait to see anyway
Its gone for good now say goodbye
Pound out the meaning as you lie.
A wake for the union that had revived
The warmth in you but now has died
Bless the tries of a good goodnight
That fought the battle and lost the fight
Along with the fool and the foolish beliefs
That strung you along and brought you grief
So sit right here and watch it fall
The crutch that you place all upon | |
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| Meeting
Posted: 2/1/2006 11:31:08 PM | ...
MEETING YOU
Excitement is stirring
I can't wait to see
If something is special
For you and for me
As I timidly approach you
Will I witness your smile
I can't wait to see you
And talk for awhile
We'll meet in our moment
Souls blended in time
I hope that our feelings
Are really sublime
I'll sit in your presence
And witness your bliss
Enjoying each second
I'm feeling like this
As we listen intently
Will we hear a new song
Will our spirits awaken
As we greet a new dawn
With moonlight reflected
Or with candles aglow
Will the light in your eyes
Reach deep in my soul
Will our sensuous kisses
Feel supremely divine
Will we experience passion
As we're floating through time
When you whisper my name
Will you wake up my heart
I can't wait to know you
And make a new start
I'm so glad you're open
To what might transpire
A spark might ignite us
We'll build our own fire
You're special, I know this
And I hope this won't end
But If nothing else happens
I've met a new friend
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| trapped until the day to die
Posted: 2/2/2006 12:40:53 AM | 5026
Gospel Decree
02 February 2006
I would give it all away
and that will is truth
To wave goodbye to God
to cast out any wicked smell
I will give it all away
the religion - the church
any form of gospel stand
Just to find love and understand
Who was this Christ in his charity
a love so pure evil does preside
Why was there divorce and separation
or was marriage justice in name of pride
Death seems much easier
in ways not ever borne
To live in ways of not love
trapped until the day to die
“Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother,
and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh.”
Genesis 2: 24 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| trapped until the day to die
Posted: 2/2/2006 1:37:31 AM | If anyone knows love Christopher....you do Powerful:)Luuuv2laaaf~I really enjoyed your poem so much...Who doesnt enjoy poems about budding romance? Ornoringo~Welcome to the thread.Excellent write:)Have a spiffy day yall!Kat | |
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| trapped until the day to die
Posted: 2/2/2006 4:17:20 AM | | Ironic Poet, if I am capturing the intent and the meaning of the poem, you have sung my world in a few short stanzas, I applaud your work, scalpel sharp in surgeons hand, the simple mind can understand. Awesome. | |
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| trapped until the day to die
Posted: 2/2/2006 11:43:53 AM | I think not all who read my poem of Gospel Decree may realize what I am truly saying. If I am correct and you have also seen this in my words separated44. My works is saying, to find and seek love, for a person like me is not about organized religion, or about what or how we should act, in some such principles of Gospel teaching.
It is that to truly be in love and have a flesh and blood relationship, so much comes down to trust within your own self. To in other words if need be sacrifice any teachings any given Church organization might give. Not only to achieve that quest for love and being loved, but to feel comfortable within your own being.
At 45 years old and having never been married myself, to see other marriages fail and the such like. We all have dreams and ambitions, and not to achieve those before death feels like the greater sin. To want more than anything to be a husband and father and live, otherwise die with a broken heart in a way, it was not worth living to begin with.
Time is our enemy and an older man, needs a younger love, if there are to be those children. On my Monday this week, I was standing next to a woman, I now believe has been crossing my path off and on for some 20 years. Yet we only just in a way got introduced to each other. I said to her about how there was one thing missing in my life and her reply to me was one word - "children" . Then there is more to those feelings that become complicated.
My few words of verse and stanza, say more that I could ever explain or could ever be understood. To indeed feel "trapped until the day to die". In ways denied of the true form of love and romance my 45 plus years have so far withheld from my being. God or no God!!! | |
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| so you wanna be a Dad
Posted: 2/2/2006 12:12:07 PM | 817
Parenting
16 July 2000
To hold you in my arms
and protect from each day harms
So small at first
as she grows in thirst
A babe to love and adore
this daughter forever more
Such a longing of desire
to baptise with fire
Olivia her name
if that I can claim
An adorable being
beautiful and keen
Yet it cannot be
until her mother I do see
Love found in heart
and I can’t wait to start
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For that Darling of Mine
30 June 2000
Closer and closer it does come
that day of the eternal one
An earthly saviour
to worship and labour
That darling of mine
to dedicate the divine
A sister and mother
like no other
For she has to be special
to be held at bay
Until God decides to make my day
In prayer I continue the quest
so she will be more than a guest
How elusive she has become
when children await their Mum
Far off in a different land
in waiting for the camera to pan
“Behold, . . . I am ready to come to you; and I will not be
burdensome to you: for I seek not yours, but you: for children
ought not to lay up for parents, but the parents for the
children. And I will very gladly spend and be spent for you;
though the more abundantly I love you, the less I be loved.”
2 Corinthians 12: 14-15 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| so you wanna be a Dad
Posted: 2/2/2006 7:25:23 PM | | Wow! You guys really rock! Sep44! like I said I don't know how you keep outting that good stuff out! Luvtolaugh Really beautifull!!! Chris! Last Couple very very nice! THe ones of yours I feel most akin too! lol! Maybe 'cause I'm sorta in the same boat too! But what ever!!! Way to go folks, keep up the inspiration! | |
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| No Regrets
Posted: 2/2/2006 10:08:12 PM | ...
NO REGRETS
Now you'll leave to spread your wings
And fly towards your dreams
I pray this decision that you have made
Will return your inner gleam
We grew together for 16 years
But now you want to part
I’ll face my fears, hold back my tears
And make a brand new start
We took marriage vows so long ago
We promised our love until death
You wanna go, I can't make you stay
But it's hard to catch my breath
I’ll always love you forever
I’ll be strong and try to move on
The life we planned has slipped away
All dreams for our future are gone
Marriage changes the person we are
For better and sometimes for worse
Love can seem from God above
Or sometimes feel like a curse
I’m thankful for the times we had
We grew up in so many ways
We shared our lives & grew as one
But I guess it was just a faze
Now we face the legal part
Of destroying what we once had
I wish we could just walk away
Then it wouldn’t feel quite this bad
Maybe it should be harder to marry
And much easier to Divorce
It’s rough enough to face the end
When Love has run its course
So fly away my precious Ex
I hope you’ll soar like a Dove
The only prayer that I will have
Is that you never regret our Love
LR2/2/06
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| After Awhile
Posted: 2/3/2006 4:26:09 AM | ...
YOU LEARN
After awhile you learn the subtle differences
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul
You learn that love doesn’t mean security
And that being with someone can still be lonely
You begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And that presents aren’t promises
You begin to accept disappointments and defeats
With the grace of a Woman, not the grief of a Child
You learn to build on the roads of today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain
You learn to soar while the breeze is in your favor
Because the winds of change can crash you mid-flight
After awhile you learn that even the beautiful sunshine
Can burn you badly if you get too much
So you learn to plant your own garden and decorate your soul
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers
You learn you really can endure because you're stronger than you know
And God never gives you more than you can handle
And you learn and you learn and you learn and you learn…
With every Goodbye… you learn.
LAR2/3/06
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| House of God
Posted: 2/3/2006 6:06:45 AM | Behold, I am a devil in the house of God,
I rule my domain with an iron rod,
I walk his hallways in search of a door,
I cant talk to him, he dos'nt love me anymore,
I light a candel, to signify I have died,
and remember all the tears that I've cried,
Wheres my salvation? When will I get to come home?
Eternity is a long time,
so these empty streets I rome. | |
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| about the author:)
Posted: 2/3/2006 4:53:12 PM | Excellent poems kids:)keep em comin..I just wanted to quickly add if ya post someone elses poems please credit the authors:) to avoid confusion"^^After awhile was written by~V.A. Shoftstall..I recognized the poem immediately because I adore it too.Thanks for posting it here Have an awesome weekend kids,and keep em comin Kat | |
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| about the author:)
Posted: 2/3/2006 5:24:28 PM | My phone rang early this morning
Like a banshee, with no warning.
the tears I heard were the end of the line
told of the death of the son of mine
he drowned in water no deeper than knee
I curse God and said it should have been me
I shook as I poured out the last of the tears
I should have been the one robbed of your years
My only regret is this, and what for?
I should have waken you just to play some more | |
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| about the author:)
Posted: 2/3/2006 5:51:21 PM | a friend of mine lost her son of 17 years old a week ago today, I sent this to her:
"No words defeat the terror, the tragedy, the pain
No comfort one can offer that soon would end the rain
So silently I'll sit, though I've spoken once to you
and know there's brighter days when your time of rain is through.
Trust in your Redeemer to carry you my friend
for in His arms of comfort, life will have no end.
Im so sorry for your loss."
I hope you dont take offense at the closing, it is the only hope she and I have in the situation. Im a dad, and I cant begin to pretend I could understand the pain. Im a guitar player too, there may be some comfort in the music. | |
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| about the author:)
Posted: 2/3/2006 7:06:38 PM | | Thanks. I'm ok with it, though. Read my thread "afterlife" in the poetry district | |
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| Afterlife in the district
Posted: 2/3/2006 9:19:29 PM | I'll hunt it down in the morning....yeah, work on saturday....somebody shoot me...glorified doorman pointing the finger, do this, do that, hurry up, I have a life I want to get back to, let me lock the doors already....
The boss isnt happy, its saturday noon
he's hoping the workers will show up real soon
wait in the parking lot time after time
and post little poems trying to rhyme
pathetic it looks when you find them all there
but the boss in the lot really dont care
you can think that he's desperate, pleading his case
or think that its all fun, all just a waste
maybe a little of both could be true
watching the workers, and talking to you.
Have a great weekend, Cant wait to get home and plug in the axe, I think I got Stevie Ray owned...hope so, he was the man. Practice practice practice | |
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