| So ya wanna be a poet?(one of mine from da archives :)
Posted: 2/17/2006 2:35:48 PM | A multiplicity of perfection
Is frozen in the sky
Icy silver stars
Captivate my eyes
Seemingly falling into my soul
The moon beams in brilliant smile
The landscape stretches out for miles
I raise my arms above my head
If only I could reach that high
Would there be one last dance for you and I
Could I hold your hand
Help me understand
All that is now a part of you
The stars are all thats left now
Separating me from you
Ive tried to pinpoint heaven
I couldnt find it on a map
It exists in secret places
In cherished photographs
The memories we save
In a box under our beds
Yet we lay often dreaming
It somehow exists outside of us instead
I believe there is a place
Where angels fly on golden wing
But if love isnt eternal in our hearts
Then it doesnt mean a thing
Its not something we capture
or selfishly can hold
It exists beyond the book
The greatest story yet unfolds
As i gaze upon the velvet
Of midnight star strewn skies
I wonder if somewhere
The song plays on for you and I
I believe in Heaven
And the afterlife and such
But why does pain become the present
When we lose the ones we love so much
I find a piece of Heaven
In my daughters brilliant smile
And in the voice of a long lost friend
I havent spoken in awhile
Heaven is all around us
We only have to look
it comes to life before our eyes
beyond the pages of a book | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?(one of mine from da archives :)
Posted: 2/17/2006 2:39:48 PM | Music washes over me
In waves of memories
Serene and beautiful
Like dancers on a stage
My thoughts spin around
Im dizzy and falling
Deeper into this place
My dreams hold dearly what time cant erase
It cant take hold
Of this artists canvas
Unbattered by time
Safely hidden pictures
Sweet blossoms unfold
In the attic of my mind
These sweetly savored thoughts
The darkness cant get through
Whenever Im afraid
I just think of you
And instantly Im there
I know I really shouldnt
But sometimes I go back there
To that warm and tender place
To touch up with my artists brush
When time so selfishly tries to erase
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| So ya wanna be a poet?(one of mine from da archives :)
Posted: 2/17/2006 4:34:18 PM | ^^^Memerisingly beautiful...both poems
Here is a sung i wrote on the lighter side
Dick Cheney's got a gun(Sung to the beat of Aerosmith's Jenny's got a gun)
Dick Cheney's got a gun
His buddy is on the run
What did his buddy do?
He made the mistake of
going hunting without a clue
He should have known Cheney
was'nt taking his meds, now he is paying for it
with a hole in his heart
and pellets embedded in his head
Next time run away, run away
run away because Dick Cheney's insane
You will certainly save yourself
from alot of unwanted pain
Next hunting season take
your phone off the hook
even better you might want
to change your number and
leave it unlisted in the phonebook
Dick Cheney's got a gun
quick everybody run
before he shoots you right between
the buns,your ass will feel hotter
then the sun, you won't be
able to sit down for a month
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| lonely nights
Posted: 2/17/2006 8:14:27 PM | sitting here beneath dark skies
before the break of dawn
half a person only
because i sit alone
watching for the sun to rise
to start a brand new day
my mind it wanders freely
the lonelyness fades away
then far away the eastern sky
comes slowly into sight
the sun has rose
the dark is gone
thus ends another night | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/18/2006 3:40:14 AM | That is very sweet and nice of you to have written that for me babie_dollz, you are an excellient writter and i hope you continue to keep writting you'r word's send out such meaning's, and emotion's just by reading them even tho all of our poem's are just "text" even mine.
But i think there are alot of good writer's who have posted on this fourm and they should never give up on their writting's or on their dream's because, nothing is ever to big or heavy to handle.
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/18/2006 10:00:12 AM | | Nightwriter- just read "Echoes", and I completely agree... I don't think it would be complete if you took anything out... it's great the way it is :) | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/18/2006 12:35:50 PM | aw no poem this time around kbl????
I just seen that curlie cue
hanging out where I was thru
thought I'd read a laugh again
some silly thought from yonder friend
but its not so, not yet to be
she didnt leave a word for me
thats ok I'll fill this spot
with something special....not
:)
have a great weekend y'all
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/18/2006 3:15:19 PM | | Aww, yeah Separated, I'm not like you, my head is not constantly brimming with beautiful poetry :) | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/18/2006 3:50:50 PM | Its easy to be a poet for me
my time at work was currently free
nothing to do but watch the sun rise
waiting decisions from upper guys
paid for my poetry, and for my time
but at last its come to the end of that line
back to the push, twenty four seven
but time in the verse was time spent in heaven
thanks for the grins, and high fives you all
just leave a message maybe I'll call*
know if I leave, if there's some quiet spell
I'll be back soon to the place I know well
fireside chats with friends from the net
kisses and hugs, I'll never forget.
:)
*thats Joe Walsh from life's been good to me so far....Im not quite that arrogant LOL | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/18/2006 7:23:14 PM | Great writes all...I hope some of your prolific talent rubs off. Thanks kblgal...I think I'll take yours and separated's advice and leave "echoes" alone. Here's one I scribbled while stranded on a drawbrige, waiting on a sailboat, as a storm approached.
THE STORM
Bird specks wheel
Tossed ungraciously
In the frontal assault
Like shadow dancers
Before a dark curtain
Of burgeoning,light eating clouds
The darkness is mirrored
On a frothy,whipped sea
The tips of whitecaps
The only source of light
An ominous palor precludes
That which is coming
The swords of gods flash
Ripping open the bellies of clouds
While their heavy hammers
Pound them into submission
The fluids of life begin to spill
Torrentially they fall
On the just, and the unjust
On everything in its' path
The wall of darkness approaches
Demanding respect
Inspiring fear and awe
Unpredictable and unpreventable
Natures' finest show of force
Hypnotic in its' approaching fury
Frightening in its' grasp
Refreshing in its' wake
Cleansing and rebirth its' legacy
Like a fourth of July fireworks display
It passes too quickly
But it will return
Again and again
Following natures' own timetable
Regardless of men
And their futile attempts
To achieve the status of gods | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/18/2006 9:37:08 PM | I say I know what I want.
I say I want a man who treats me with respect.
A man who will bring me a dozen roses.
A man who just might open my car door for me,
All the while knowing I am just as capable as he.
I say I know what I want.
I fight for my beliefs.
I fight for this country to recognize women as more than their parts.
For the night I can stop looking over my shoulder.
For the day I can forget all the inequities that ever existed.
And then I screw up.
And then all that I have been fighting for is thrown away in a matter of seconds.
I no longer have the right to scream.
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My poem was inspired by the following lyrics:
“It’s hard to lay blame
To fight the fire-
While we’re feeding the flames” ~Rush, “Second Nature” | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/19/2006 12:50:18 AM | ^^^^Groovy writes as always yall:)Some heartfelt and some down right hilarious...Thanks for sharing!kat:)
Spring has finally escaped
Fully blossoming
In the languid arms of summer
Did you see her standing there
This woman child
With flowers in her hair
her smile captivated me
Almost begging me to play
Im barefoot and dancing
With wild reckless abandon
It seems my heart will overflow
She cradles a violin beneath her chin
Like a newborn child
About to share its first cry of freedom
With the world ...bow carressing string
As her Eyes carress my soul
Woman child dont you know
You radiate a long lost dream
I once held closely long ago | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/19/2006 12:51:20 AM | These thoughts are merely my own
Like weary travellers looking for a home
The silver winged crow has flown
And perched upon the fence post
Proudly and admirably so
The grass is overgrown
On these over watered summer lawns
The clouds have filled in
The spanless vastness
That emptiness once dwelled upon
The daisies bow their heads in silent prayer
As if not to stare at the crow
Proudly preening her feathers
In the misty morning light | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/19/2006 10:14:35 AM | Would you believe a bowl of soup?
New england clam chowder, here in my coup!
It got me thinking about life once again
questions and riddles in time without end!!
How is it in loving we give such things up??
pieces of taters hot in the cup?
heart of the poet discovered again
that slept for so long in her arms way back then
reborn Im a rocker, a bluesman for sure
though simply in music isnt all of the cure.
There's something in chowder that I didnt see
a bowl full of soup brought something to me!!!
MMMM MMMMM Good!!!   | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/19/2006 5:00:29 PM | Inside your soul and inside your mind
I find a man lost in time
Not sure where
And not sure I should dare
Im not suppose to know
All the feelings you choose not to show
Locked tightly within this wall
I press forward, but begin to stall
Wondering if I belong at all
In your life and in your mind
Im where your lost so deep in time
But is it fair, and should we dare
Beginning to wonder if there should have been a "heart handler's" ~Beware~
Im not worried, nor am I afraid
Somewhere in this time our heart's love have made
The walls are broken, gone astray
Waiting for these hearts to build a way
Funny as I see
Our hearts have found a strange way to be
Close and near
Gone away, are all our fears
For you have I
And I, you too
Funny how this all started with a simple "Im bored, how bout you"
So inside your soul, no more can you hide
Because Im there right by your side
I see your thoughts
I hear your dreams
Just as if it was a gently flowing stream
Does this scare you?
Or do you feel you are in my soul too?
No matter the answer I know its true
Because you have been burning in my soul from the moment I met you~ | |
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| Jaded
Posted: 2/20/2006 10:44:15 AM | Is it pain or independence then
thats calling out to me
the voice of freedom of the soul
or of things that just wont be?
Do I cast away the hope of love
in error to be free?
What riddle comes to tease my soul
In things that should not be?
Id rather melt within your arms
and slowly fade away
awakened by your tender charms
to who Im not today,
than walk a little lighter
having thrown the chance away;
Making light of inner fight
to try and ease the day.
If in time the time does come
when all is all but lost
then on that day I'll gladly pay
each part of the cost,
Come what may all I will say
is that my heart will not be lost.
So pain or independence, hurt or revelry
come to me in course of time
in time we will just see. | |
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| The Day it was Day
Posted: 2/21/2006 2:11:42 AM | 2999
The Day it was Day
22 August 2003
There was no light
at the end of the tunnel
Until the void was
to come through
There was no tomorrow
until out of the dark came day
Yet in the beginning was described
as a start towards the end
This genesis of activity
settled in segments of six
An endeavour of creation
alined to a name in God
Build in a rock in foundation of
managing a reality appearing not in control
For where there was no light
the sun did not shine
But could in all the Universe
be one blue planet out of
an infinite galactic wave
“IN the beginning God created the heaven and the earth. And the
earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face
of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the
waters. And God said, Let there be light: and there was light. And
God saw the light, that it was good: and God divided the light from
the darkness. And God called the light Day, and the darkness he
called Night. And the evening and the morning were the first day.”
Genesis 1: 1-5 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| I exam
Posted: 2/23/2006 4:41:12 PM | I looked and thought I saw.
thinking I could see I looked;
when my eyes beheld what was not there
my mind concieved it and thought.
and I looked thinking I could see...
and while I thought I saw, I thought I heard;
and in not listening, I thought I understood,
thinking I could hear and see.
So, blindly, I misunderstood what was not said
and did what was not done
and in so doing undid me.
And now, again, I think I see. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/23/2006 4:51:23 PM | I always have so much to say.
I think way too much.
But when it comes to this, my brain freezes in terror.
And not like when you eat ice cream too fast.
It’s like when you are thinking superficially about an issue,
And when you get to the first sign of depth,
Your synapses just stop firing.
You don’t want to face it.
Facing it means you have to deal with it.
You would rather keep it high on a shelf,
Pretend that everything is okay.
I can’t think about it because I have never let the reality of the situation penetrate.
It was unconscious, really.
But now I can’t avoid it anymore.
Now I finally realize what I have been shoving in the back of my mind for years.
Now my avoidance is conscious.
Now I realize I have a choice.
Now I realize I can run away and hide,
Or choose to accept reality, allowing a chance to change it.
… But what if you just can’t change it?
Do you ever believe that you don’t think about certain things because they seem to be of little importance to you?
What if that’s not the case?
What if you don’t think about those things because they are too important to you?
So important, that you are too scared to face them,
Because you know you can’t change them?
What’s the point of letting reality surface then?
Maybe it’s just better left collecting dust. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/23/2006 7:47:28 PM | messages from a tiny frock
are whispered to me from inside my sock
when i lift it to my ear
and hear the thoughs of cotton cheer
i can't put down this vessel of attire
its etherial messages that sound like gods choir
listlessly murmuring ideas and praise
and jabbering on for days and days
the neck is worn and mine is too
the elastic fronds are stretched and skew
and all it does is follow you
from dawn until the sun goes down
messages from a tiny frock
trapped within a frayed old sock
beckoning me to listen true
to thoughs within without and through. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/23/2006 7:54:48 PM | spinning through life
falling through existance
knowing only
that
the
ground
is
getting
nearer
and
nearer
until
you
hit. | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/24/2006 1:00:04 AM | This is my first post, So be nice!
Another day passes, One more day that your gone away
Get up for work, considering the day
Thinking of you, getting ready, working for that weeks pay
You left me breathing out of tune
Hoped we would see each other holding each other, exchanging vows
On a beautifull day in June
Cant believe its been so long, since you were in my arms
The tears are slow to dry, I feel like my insides are torn
Because every moment is a reminder of you
Walk along the beach, We used to come here too
Why did it end this way
Was it my own shortcomings which ruined our days
Did it make you break inside
To know I had myself to find
Remember the days we used to have
Because We grew apart with the times we had
I know it must be hard to fathom it now
That were so far apart living our own lives now
The apartment empty, the memorys of you still here
But its for the best, Ill dry my tears.
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/24/2006 3:55:12 PM | | That's beautiful mate! Sounds like a real fresh scar too! we're totally anonamous here, so feel free to keep contributing! | |
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/24/2006 9:48:40 PM | Acid dreams your quiet screams have ripped my soul apart
vision clear of love so dear and how it did depart
weeping I with tear in eye to hear of song so sad
better then the things I send in memory that I had
brother in the anguish that we share in love gone wrong
rest assured that in their time our hearts will yet be strong.
Until the day that its that way, have a drink with me!
And toast the day that we can say, "At last a soul set free!"
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| So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 2/24/2006 10:51:53 PM | Center Stage
Music
Lights
Center Stage
6-inch heels and fear
A sea of two-way mirrors
Cheap perfume
Beer
Object d' art?
Object d' trash?
Mystery or Mess?
They're not looking in your eyes once you drop that dress.
Beautiful-Shameful
Seductive-Destructive..
Naked body
Naked soul-
Graceful disaster
Fallen
Ballerina on a pole. | |
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