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| After a while you learn
Posted: 2/3/2006 10:59:23 PM | ^^^ refer to previous posts^^^
"After awhile you learn the subtle differences
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul"
are words that relate to a poem that appears to be found with several choices of title
and most listed as 'Author Unknown' - when also credit is given to V.A. Shoftstall as the
author of this works and Robyn Deborah Mueller as the author of this poem also
The poem appears on over 100 web sites in various forms
Just like with posting in forums, come the danger of another persons writing being proclaimed as to that of another.
Such are the risks, when sharing original material on line.
As for me with 1000 poems posted in these threads, even if I removed my profile from this site
my own intellectual property is still my poems. In ways it would be far more safe not to post any of my writing in the threads. Yet I choose to do this on POF, not so much for myself, but for others to enjoy.
The risk being my works can be freely viewed and taken, if not passed off as anothers writing.
When several of my works are published and everything is protected by copyright laws.
But no law can beat the best writers of all: Mr Copy and Mr Paste.!!!!!
However if a person does post a poem and passes it off as their own -
that person instantly losses all personal creditability in so doing. | |
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| After a while you learn
Posted: 2/4/2006 5:36:08 AM | Truth is a knife that often cuts deep
and slices away at the secrets we keep
cutting away what we thought was okay
and leaving us wounded in light of day
but as truth hacks into our daily lives
when surrender and trust find their way to our eyes
our end is much wiser, much safer and pure
and we are reborn by the surgeon for sure
bring on the knife and cut me again
truth is my healer, my saviour and friend. | |
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| After a while you learn
Posted: 2/4/2006 6:50:46 PM | | Separated44 and LuvtoLaaf: Would you two mind if I used some of your poems, if I kept your copyrights on them? Your works really speak to me. I would most likely only be adding them to my word document of inspiring quotes and not actually use them. | |
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| After a while you learn
Posted: 2/5/2006 7:36:31 AM | ^^^
I did forget to put "Author Unknown" on the poem "After Awhile" and I apologize. I have never posted another person's poem on here so I totally spaced. I was actually posting it here to inspire someone through a very tough time.
Kblgal... I'm complimented that you enjoy my poetry and I absolutely offer them for you to use however you wish. | |
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| WORTH THE FIGHT
Posted: 2/5/2006 8:03:43 AM | ...
WORTH THE FIGHT
A late night call, an open door
How could I ever ask for more?
I know we've fought, you take the blame
The part I played can cause me shame
Sometimes I watch your hate grow strong
You find a way to make me wrong
Our love's at risk, for this I'll fight
Can we forgive and make this right?
A bridge to cross, is it too far?
Let's meet halfway without a war
You say you can not trust our bond
We'll grow too close, we'll grow too fond
I wish that you could learn to trust
Before our love turns into dust
Why can't our love help you to grow?
You're not a Loner, this I know
You say our love scares you away
Why can't our love help you to stay?
My love for you, it has no range
No matter what, it will not change
The joy you bring into my life
Is worth some pain & shame & strife
I'll wait for you and guard my heart
I hope that we won't grow apart
I'm here if you should ever need
A Fan, A Lover or a Friend indeed.
There is one thing I know is right
To save our love, it's worth the fight
LAR2/4/06
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| WORTH THE FIGHT
Posted: 2/5/2006 12:37:07 PM | ^^^awesome poem luuv2:) I know not putting the authors name on the poem meant to inspire someone was not intentional.Your writes rock!Have an awesome day kids,kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/5/2006 8:53:29 PM | The Chalice
She is my prize for waiting,
She is the smile that rests,
So gently upon my face,
My waking thoughts,
My night’s dreams,
Revolve around her,
Gone are the pains of past days,
I am refreshed, reborn, renewed,
Her words calm my weary heart,
Her laughter contents me,
For I see what I’ve missed,
Years gone, lost and empty,
She is the bliss of dreams,
The songbird of mornings to come,
She is the bearer of vivid memory,
Of good news, jest and hope,
She came to me without looking,
The chalice for my waiting.
DTM
one of my own, hope everyone likes it. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/5/2006 9:01:28 PM | Amazing~beautiful imagery:)Thanks for sharing and visit anytime,Kat | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/6/2006 7:13:12 AM | ...
FREEDOM
When I look in your eyes, so clearly I see
Two of you there, One that yearns to be free
But the other desires to know a safe place
To experience love with compassion and grace
You want me to lead you through that special door
And allow you to act from your passionate core
You desire to break your old heavy chains
Without any restriction, to be free once again
To drink deeply of lust with a long searing kiss
Tasting our ecstasy with freedom and bliss
In your heart and your mind there still is a place
To feel totally loved, to accept this embrace
To indulge in these feelings and step into the light
And surrender your freedom with growing delight
To open your spirit to dreams and desire
To step out of yourself as our love takes you higher
To know that my heart reflects the Love of a Friend
To have someone to join with again and again
To feel totally safe, released from your past
Move beyond who you were, enjoy freedom at last
So don't fear this love, you can always be free
Come take my hand, you can always trust me
I can honor your feelings with love and respect
We'll both enjoy freedom & our hearts won't get wrecked
LAR2/6/06
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| Going Home
Posted: 2/6/2006 7:31:27 AM | I left at the doorstep my kingdom and throne
the things that I once ruled, the things that I owned
once way back when I lost sight of me
and it nearly killed me, I had to get free
now just a peasant strolling the street
I delight in the joy of the people I meet
walking stick scepter I hold in my hand
while walking more freely, learning to stand
Im going back home to the place I belong
that place in my heart where once I was strong
no castle with mote and chambermaid then
simply a smile thats shared with a friend
tho houseless not homeless I live inside me
now that I've learned what it is to be free
eyes still yet sleepy embracing the view
of life in its fullness as I journey with you
content to my fortune and biding my time
till eyes see their future, which once were so blind
ever increasing with each passing day
my soul is delighted to have it this way
I know there lies more in store down the road
but for now I have shaken part of the load. | |
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| Going Home
Posted: 2/6/2006 10:36:56 AM | Hiya kids:)How are ya?Seems my entire town is snowed in,so I decided to catch up on some reading:)Separated~I dig all of your groovy writes.Nice!Luuuv2~Beautifully emotionally expressive write from you as always...Have a wonderful day yall.Thanks for visiting!Kat   | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/7/2006 9:24:08 PM | Complications arose.
But maybe, sometime, perhaps many years from now,
We shall meet again.
We will go to the zoo.
Slowly meandering our way through, holding hands, just like old times.
You will let me spend as much time as I desire with the small, furry mammals,
As you smile at my endearing fascination.
I stand on my tippy-toes... and our lips brush in the passion of the moment.
We laugh, and smile.
But something is missing.
Ah, yes…
Something will always be missing. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/7/2006 9:24:39 PM | You sit me down across from you.
What a quaint little dessert bar!
Everything is absolutely perfect.
You order the largest piece of chocolate cake I could ever fathom.
You request two forks.
I smile.
The dessert comes.
You immediately start picking at the spongy pieces, drizzling with delectable chocolate sauce, delicately placing the pieces in your mouth, savoring every bite.
I look all around.
Where the hell is my damn fork? | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/8/2006 3:31:37 AM | There are so many great poems here I'm not even sure I should post my crappy sh**t.
Oh well I suppose there's nothing wrong in giving it a try!
All the lonely nights I’ve spent
My soul haunted by a darkness that will
Not relent
My heart taunted by silence
A silence that spokes words
Words that are much louder than any scream
To me a good nights sleep is merely a dream
Tell me, how can I fight as endless hours
passes me by?
Tell me where can I find the light
That brings me peace
And lets even the darkest of nights end up in the
Periphery | |
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| Where the hell is my damned fork
Posted: 2/8/2006 10:59:09 AM | 
Too funny
Curlie cue Im seeing you
laughing at the things you do
Readerle I must confess
a similar unhappiness
we meet in here and pass the time
in simple verse and sacred rhyme
no rules no contest no debate
just post your thoughts
we'll contemplate
and then we'll go and walk some more
beyond the closing of this door
a glint of sunshine in our eye
because your life dropped on by
chocolate cake or sleepless night
together helps make all things right
silly crutch? or heartfelt care
doesnt matter, it gets us there
so spill a verse or silly noise
you are girls and we are boys
in playground made of hidden thought
a little pleasure here is bought
simply in the things you do
dont doubt no more, you know its true | |
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| Where the hell is my damned fork hehe here ya go :)
Posted: 2/8/2006 12:25:35 PM | Kblgal~I totally dug your spiffy writes..."Where the hell is my fork?"  There now youre all set...just incase it drops again...here ya go Thanks fo droppin by:)readerle~Hiya:)Everyone is welcome here.Im so happy you decided to post your write here.I really enjoyed reading it and I would love to see more Separated44~Thanks for bringin a ray of sunshine to this forum today.That was cute Have a groovy daykids,Kat | |
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| Where the hell is my damned fork hehe here ya go :)
Posted: 2/8/2006 1:03:50 PM | Sunshine from the man of rain
clouds departed happy again
pardon when the mood's awry
Im not yet done that kind of guy
smiley face today indeed
I sit in F-150 steed
again in parking lot to watch
so that this job is not botched
but take a moment maybe two
to send a little cheer to you
it is delightful when I see
that you have caught a smile from me
wish that all my days were thus
maybe one day there'll be no fuss
today I dont care to think of that
I've left the chair whereon I sat
tossed inside and dont know why
with smiling friends when I would cry
you help me almost every day
win myself, and Im glad today
I laughed a bit to read the posts
I cant tell which I like the most
off to play a little more
I run to find another door
kisses on the foreheads then
for all the women who are friends
handshake for the gentlemen
I cant wait for Doc to spar again
silly times I love them all
when friends again come to call
Hope y'all had a great great day...work was work, and brutally rough today getting everything worked out so that we could proceed and make sense in what we accomplished, dunno if we succeeded or not, but we are further along. There's so much silliness that seems to show up in things at work....I dunno how people keep their jobs sometimes watching...in two minutes talking three days becomes four hours and everyone is happy do be doing their thing...I guess Im well suited for the position. LOL enough already, time to go play some more....waiting for the gas company to turn on the heat to the building brrrr
 Nothing more can be done but to wait on them to show up....well, there's always the show me what you got playground....I love that little game of tag
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| Babies
Posted: 2/8/2006 1:49:21 PM | Peach fuzz hair and giggles there
so wondrous to behold
amazing to believe its true
I was one now Im old
cutest grin that lets me in
and holds him on my knee
spittle drool and giggle fool
I tickle you a bit
and as you chuckle and you laugh
you loose a little spit
but bib and jammies make it so
that its ok to laugh
and play some more
with you on floor
before you get your bath
what do you see
in eyes so small
that wander through the air?
Mission angel hidden now
to keep you in its care?
how precious baby do you know?
your value more than life
and happier the man who has
your mommy for his wife
stinky poop and plastic scoop
and flanel everywhere
I wish I had a hundred more
to give out all my care
There is no more pure delight in this world than a happy baby, and no greater joy in accomplishment than to soothe one in its pain. As I watched my son grow into a young man it was a passage that I loved, but there will never be a memory so fond as watching him rock himself in his little carry chair flinging his feet in rythm to get it rocking. As a single man in my younger days, the biggest delight for me at church other than the reason for the gathering, was those weekends when I worked in the nursery. Now that I am approaching single again it will likely become a mainstay. At least for now it is one more reason to quit smoking for sure. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/8/2006 4:09:45 PM | | LOL, I didn't realize how ambiguous my "Where the hell is my damn fork" poem was... I guess it's difficult for the poet to see the different perspectives... it's actually a pretty bitter take on the phrase "I want to have my cake and eat it too"... it's about my ex-boyfriend, if that gives you any clues... at any rate, I think it's cool that some people saw something completely different in it :) | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/8/2006 9:26:14 PM | Holy cow!!! There are alot of talented people in here...And I fancied myself a poet, well, here is one. But before, much props to all you writers in this thread, inspirational, absolutely inspirational!!!
A Warriors Prayer
Before I bring my sword to bear,
I send with these words on breath of air,
To keep me in her heart,
Beyond the wild blue skies,
And grant to me the inner peace,
To see her in case of dying eyes.
Beyond this hapless mortal coil,
I promise and pledge, to do my toil,
Beyond the point where dragons dare,
Where even the Unicorn remembers death.
Keep me in her heart,
Even after my last breath,
And give to me, my lovers breast,
So she will know I fought my best,
My final words on breath of air,
Shall be for all around to hear,
All the things I say,
All the things I do,
Are nothing compared to the beauty of,
Loving you. | |
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