| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/9/2005 5:24:47 PM | Hold on
You've taken my body given love in shape and form
In the velvet of kisses comforted in soft and warm
Hold on to me and Ill hold on to you
In the truest hue of love for you
Lingering long
In the song you've sung
In your care my love belongs
To you
So close to you
Breathing in all you do
Shared in love moving me closer to you
My heart is played like the strings of a guitar
Resonating this feeling of love under falling stars
So hold on to me
And I will hold on to you | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/10/2005 8:29:59 AM | The Line
Snap shots locked in time
Suspicions occupy my mind
Survey the damage left behind
A sense of knowing what I'll find
Lives lived under color of night
A sense of panic in endless flight
Nostrils flared in this constant rotation
Relaying the most sickening sensation
Eyes abandon truth in high style
Regurgitating lies all the while
What is left upon this unclean plate
Only damage done to trusted fate
Your evil laughter stays in my brain
Sweeping you away start to retain
Belief in myself the will to recover
Ill fate will spread to the other
Rising above it I see in time
I should've have drawn the line | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/10/2005 9:53:39 AM | Because this was composed for a woman
much "respected and admired" by this Poet
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'Elle Oh Vee Eee'
21 September 2005
The poet composes in desire
and an affection to adore
With words to her he doth share
For it was upon his sleeve
his heart was there to wear
But what of she - and her
words of 'elle oh vee eee'
Those words that spell out love
for him in his own happiness to see
For does he find pain not to hear
or was it that he did listen in another way
To know from deep inside
her actions do "I love you" say
Can a heart be broken over just one word
given three make a sentence to be a herd
Where eye and you in a center of love
go hand in hand - like a palm to a glove
"The poet judges not as a judge judges
but as the sun falling around a helpless thing."
Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)
US poet
©2005 Regina Publications
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/10/2005 9:55:14 AM | 4367
Heights in Verse
25 September 2005
Your smile - your heart
your Tacoma - Washington
The sign of Libra and a height to the stage
all of beauty - all in a wonder of age
Your words - your blessing
your gift God gave
Like the scales of balance
all given in beauty of valance
An ornamental draped in words
to surround kindness to envelope
As to the photographer and the
film taken to forthcoming develop
Pictures of vista - paintings on a wall
your height - your grandeur of heart
Do not let anyone say to you
you’re only Five Foot - one tall
"for blitznboltz"
©2005 Regina Publications
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/10/2005 9:57:45 AM | 4398
Ode to Poetry
01 October 2005
I want to write a poem
and I want to do it well
I want to live a good life
and not die on the road to hell
I want to live my life
but not always be alone
I want to find a rhyme
that can be played to the beat
of a rhythm on a xylophone
Some thing's can be good
other are found more to portray bad
I want to compose a poem
that can be read as both happy and sad
I want my poem to be good
I want it to flow along the way
I want to be a poet - then I
also want meet God one day
©2005 Regina Publications
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| The Sacred Act of Story Telling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/10/2005 10:08:38 AM | This works below was inspired from viewing a photograph
of singer/songwriter Liz Phair (Through a Man's Eyes)
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Hearts Vanity
08 October 2005
Vanity is a man’s heart
in all her glory
Vanity was blond hair
blue eyes in picture to story
Her sexiness shows
flattering legs
and high heels
Vanity was a man
to the view he steals
Her breasts - her platinum braids
her smile - her teeth - the way
she gives to man
excitement in belief
Vanity was a man’s heart
the path to sensation burn
What was her name
and what of her he could learn
Born April 17, 1967, Liz Phair was born in New Haven, Connecticut, USA and adopted by wealthy parents, who raised her in the Chicago suburb Winnetka. After High School, she studied art at Oberlin College in Ohio.
By the summer of 1992, singer/songwriter, Liz Phair signed a recording contract and began recording her debut album, Exile in Guyville, released in the summer of 1993. Whip-Smart, her second album, was heavily promoted upon its 1994 release, and despite this Phair's momentum began to decline steadily during the mid-'90s.
She took several years to record her next album. When for much of 1996, Phair worked on her third album, while in December 1996, Phair gave birth to her first child, James Nicholas Staskausas. Her long-delayed, much-anticipated third LP, whitechocolatespaceegg, finally appeared in mid-1998. Five years later, Phair returned with a self-titled effort. Liz Phair, which appeared in June 2003, giving over to Phair's by then developing into a new style and sound
©2005 Regina Publications
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| The Sacred Act of Story Telling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/10/2005 10:15:14 AM | As told through a woman's hazel eyes
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Lori Eyes Two
22 September 2005
I love how your words
make me feel
I cherish your kindness and generosity
You are a true gift - a special kin
and all of being the real deal
Would I trade you - for another
of that what do you think
No I would not - because
you and I are truth to the pink
Red - orange - yellow and blue
then I like teal as a color too
To reach out - or awake in my heart
those treasured words from you
You make me smile - you make me happy
you make me chuckle in times of need
I love how your words are food
that I can hold close to me and read
©2005 Regina Publications
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| The Sacred Act of Story Telling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/10/2005 10:24:11 AM | for a woman I much admire
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And Brains Too
07 October 2005
Two parents to a child
and a bucket of modelling clay
To parents to a child
and more to say
While when your parents
came together to create you
Your two parents knew
of beauty and that was true
Two parents
a beautiful daughter maid
Twice the understanding
and looks to never fade
So to God and your parents
thanks must be given
Two parents all in their child
beautiful and all forgiving
"I am among those who think that science has great beauty. A scientist
in his laboratory is not only a technician: he is also a child placed
before natural phenomena which impress him like a fairy tale."
Marie Curie (1867 - 1934)
French (Polish-born) chemist and physicist
©2005 Regina Publications
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| The Sacred Act of Story Telling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/10/2005 11:07:36 AM | 255
The Worlds Worst Poem
05 July 1999
My friend Sue
I don’t know what to do
I’ve lost my shoe
my socks have gone missing too
Look under the bed, she said
The place lost things hide
When we toss them aside
Mum I’ve lost my soul
and this sock has got a hole
Can I have an ice cream
I promise not to scream
When will this end
to darn and mend
The worlds worst poem
now lets just show ‘em
"But speaking the truth in love, may grow up into him in all things,
which is the head, even Christ:"
Ephesians 4: 15 KJV
©2005 Christopher W Herbert
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| The Sacred Act of Story Telling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/10/2005 4:12:03 PM | Succumbed
In the last but not the least
Weve succumbed to feast
In lines we stand for
Knees deep in gore
We look to our chaotic vices
Stunted by gluttonous prices
Gouging every grain of sand
Tapping mines and holy land
Laid upon by the hand of man
This our national treasure plan
In the fairness of open market
Value the souls projected target
We cover our hearts to show our dedication
We cover our senses under heavy medication
We look for the light to visualize the frame
We need big thumbs up to get in the game
For Gaia she's the one to pay the cost
To late by the time we've noticed the loss | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/10/2005 7:49:59 PM | Peace in colors of blue pastel
Soft smooth like satin shell
Slipping from around walls
Time inherits ancient halls
Seeping to common lives
History forgotten arrives
In steady creeping flow
Wants of celestial glow
Grasping the gentle curved stem
Balanced judgement condemns
Alienations left to foster
In the hands of imposters
Last in heaven first in hell
Best left to the divided cell | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Telling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/10/2005 7:52:34 PM | Your Eyes Say..Yes
If your eyes are saying..yes,
Why does your heart fight it so?
If you want to hold my hand..
Why are you always letting go?
If you say you're glad you found me..
Why am I in the 'lost and found'?
If you say you'll stay forever..
Why are you never around?
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Posted: 10/10/2005 9:00:10 PM | Using my gut wrench my tool of the trade
I've got my axe grinding sharp and weighed
Cutting this cancer from bowels of infection
Light plays harsh on all my corrections
Generation upon generation all forsaken
Loose lipped bound and severely shaken
Viewing history as though it all were a dream
Dead ears in the waves of relentless screams
Old eyes of war look upon wounded sands
Media hype plays out in misguided stands
Nations fall to this subliminal sleep
Grass is greener consumed by sheep
Trumpets blow battle cries are sounded
In freedom our country was founded
The dead will only be heard though all our tears
Will we ever be free from all these dying years | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Telling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/10/2005 9:57:05 PM | The Romance Tree
I have danced around the romance tree,
Kicking leaves along my way...
I have stopped to hear the wind talk,
And it had this to say....
If you take the time to listen..
You will hear a falling limb...
If you take the time to look at it..
Your heart will know..it's him!
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Posted: 10/10/2005 10:52:59 PM | Thank you so much for your kind words Pickles, I think the same of you. The original thread was deleted so I was wondering if I could ask you to repost you're poem here........I sure would appreciate it if your wonderful writes would weave their way back here...... | |
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Posted: 10/10/2005 11:47:53 PM | Sleepless Somewhere Near Seattle
Sleepless nights lost in pictures in thought
Dreamless days of indecision overwrought
Darkness beckons from a barren bed
Slumbers path is not to be tread
Weighted down in fiber and being
Eyes that must continue seeing
This evasion of sleep marches on and on
Needing restraint in the light of early dawn
Hearing an inner voice to medicated needs
This fall to sleep seems to under feed
No amount of longing brings this coveted fall
Denying the rest and climbing the walls | |
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