| The Sacred Act of Story Telling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/11/2005 2:38:57 AM | A writer who writes for women (does that make him a women writer - lol)
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Bits an Bolts
11 October 2005
Like a spanner to a bolt
a nut to a crazy point of view
What was a gut wrench
when following through
That detail of description
pulling and tearing from inside
The kind of wench - no
red blooded male could hide
When respect - in trust and kind
was in honor to dues paid
Some may be young
others of another age
This destiny to consider
in a marriage of words
What was it - but poetry
in rhythm upon mind heard
"I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled [poets] to write
their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find
in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages
without knowing in the least what they mean."
Socrates (469 BC - 399 BC)
In "Apology," sct. 21, by Plato.
Greek philosopher in Athens
©2005 Christopher W Herbert
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| The Sacred Act of Story Telling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/11/2005 1:16:43 PM | Thank you so much poet for your encouraging poem, you always seem to be driving something, whether a point or a racecar....
"Appreciation is a wonderful thing: It makes what is excellent in
others belong to us as well."~~~~Voltaire
The Leaving of Fall
Falling leaves cascading down like wounded butterflies
Autumn is silently waiting for indian summer's demise
The vivid colors of fall's dark jewel blooms
Delighting the eye and treasured perfumes
Fiery leaves emblazoning bluest sky hues
Feasting the eyes on this seasonal view
Before long the white crisp clean blanket of snow
With mugs of hot cocoa warmed by the fires glow
For the wonder of it all in these seasons of change
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Posted: 10/11/2005 2:41:43 PM | I long to see your face, your smile.
To feel your touch and your passion.
I long for your kindness and caring.
I long to feel your lips on mine
And to feel you laying next to me this is what I long for.
I long to hear your heartbeat.
I long to hear you whisper my name.
I long to make love to you.
This is what I long for just to be with you. | |
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| The Sacred Act of Story Telling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/11/2005 2:42:25 PM | Hi blitz
Here is the poem I wrote
I was strong and when I was weak
I held my head high and I did speak
I told of times long ago
When men were gone to war
When women stood firm and cried their pain
Again and again
For their children's sake they stood their ground and were bound
By ties forged in the blood
Of their men, long gone
Alone again, stalwart, tall,
Rejoicing in freedom for all
Won in wars by men fallen
But also by women, left behind
Forging the Sisterhood that binds
I am one who remembers those dark times
Don't know whatcha did but glad you are still here
Hugzz
Pickles
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Posted: 10/11/2005 2:45:44 PM | 20 years of pain and worry.
why does he pick the drink over me
it only causes the house to be in a furry.
Tears in my eyes each time he does it.
What will it take to make him stop
So I would leave for a bit,he would beg
please come back.
Back i went over and over again and nothing changed.
So now 20 years of worry and pain are done I closed the door.
Wont go back there no more.
All tho its only been a short time.
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Posted: 10/11/2005 3:21:28 PM | Thank you so much Pickles and SunnyDelight for you awesome poems always a pleasure to see someone post to my thread....
And Pickles the reason they blocked the old thread is because I put women writers ONLY.....just a little ironic the ONLY thing I did wrong is put the word ONLY on my thread......Its a shame cus there are people that posted beautiful writes on here that I cant contact because of their mailing restrictons
Im just really glad I was able to contact you fine ladies  
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| The Sacred Act of Story Telling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 10/11/2005 5:18:53 PM | Solitary on the horizon
Standing tall, a beacon, a monument
To those who have gone before
Landscapes that shift with the seasons
Lives lost for trivial reasons
Read...
Read the signs, follow the paths
Look and see the directions of the way
The way that today we will follow.
Stones placed one on one
The courage to build again and again
Look, follow, choose the way
Follow the truth
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Posted: 10/11/2005 10:02:58 PM | What can I say - blitznboltz about your race car comment - then I was originally poettothecars when I joined this site - before I took on the user name of poetwhocares - and yes I am a 'poet to the cars' and have been for some years - of that I composed this works earlier this year - This also may show a reason why I have taken to adding footnotes to my works - in a form of being a guide to what I do compose - a form of Supercar Ballad. There is also a 'poettothecars' logo I use that indeed does feature a race car - an Australian V8 Supercar - (when the 'poettothecars' name is a play on words - like being a hairdresser to the stars - even if I am a true to like carpoet who composes "car psalms")
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Even if you’re not a V8 Supercar
02 March 2005
Here we are are again
upon a trail dusted past
Then this is justice to another verse
from where the first was given and cast
In reply to such quest
an answer given from heavens door
To in spirit feel your warmth
closer in heart and evermore
Of pondering to whom
or why that door should open wide
On such an occupation now
of transverse in relation of pride
“Who are you really?"
this mystery of
encounter from afar
Even if you’re not
a V8 Supercar
In 1993 a new category of Australian motor sport was introduced in a change of formulation to the long standing Australian Touring Car Championship [ATCC] series. This being presented in a battle of two old foes, [Ford and the Australian General Motors product in make and manufacture – Holden] yet friendly in rivalry - given centre stage in what was to progress to the fastest growing motor racing formula within Australia under the organisation of AVESCO [Australian Vee Eight Supercar Company]
To in 1999 transform to become “V8 Supercars” and later adopt in series to the V8 Supercar Championship. Where many of the drivers and in some cases team owners were New Zealand born and raised, along with those associated behind the scenes in participation of this form of motor sport. Where in the year 2001 New Zealand became the first host destination of what was a round of the series held outside of Australia.
A strong following in New Zealand enhancing the nature of the V8 Supercar event as to live television coverage through out the nation—and often in the majority of races featuring on television in New Zealand, prior to that of their Australian audience.
©2005 Christopher W Herbert
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Posted: 10/12/2005 11:43:55 AM | Ty blitz
The fabric of a person I thought I knew
Was never as transparent as I assumed
While I bared my soul to you, left my self naked
Vulnerable
You hid your inner thoughts, wore a cloak
Around you, to cover you,
To hide what was inside, from view
What did I do?
What did I do to you?
That you would use my inner thoughts
That I had entrusted to you
And make them an evil force
To be used against me.
Now I am cloaked
Wrapped in the garments of suspicion
Trust gone, memories evoked
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Posted: 10/12/2005 12:01:12 PM | Super Glue
Cries in the night,
reach a mother's ears..
Softly she cradles,
away all the fears.
Small arms clinging,
with all of their might..
"Mommy is here...
everything is alright."
She lovingly tells him..
I won't ever leave..
I won't ever depart..
Super glue holds..
you close in my heart.
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Posted: 10/12/2005 2:16:27 PM | Bells
In the flightless fluttering wings of the smallest bird
In the softest whispers that have never been heard
The greatest love that has never been known
The sweetest compassion that's never been shown
These are the gifts I give to you
In the kneading of black and blue
All the names of the dead that have never been called
For all the snakes on the earth that have never crawled
Found in all the motionless bells that become unrung
To the silent harmony of all my love songs left unsung
For all the acts committed where they lay
For all the futures right where they stay | |
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Posted: 10/12/2005 4:02:23 PM | 4242
Underneath an Oak Tree
01 September 2005
West of Toronto
and a place to be
Near Lake Ontario
like being an inland sea
Underneath an Oak Tree
where an acorn did grow
In a place built within
the town in village know
Oh Canada - where
the heart does live
To you in soul this
in living proof to give
Each line a rhythm to seek
each parallel driven in like a stake
Knowing in death
several hearts will break
"for pickles51"
because I care, I share, and in good turn I bear - kind of
then what is one poem out of 153 - composed in September 2005
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Posted: 10/12/2005 4:42:01 PM | I have a saying smiling out loud - and right now I am
TY pickles
I like to compose my works for others
because that is what I do
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“Smiling Out Loud”
24 July 2005
In Camden County - where the Delaware
does flow - Narrowing a gap - as if
into the Atlantic to sea
Where a brook trembles in waters sweet
and over a multitude of miles
Happiness is two peoples in like
allowed in collision with each other be
For land sighted in discovery new
Jersey to isle of Zealand in name and state
Both given Garden to floral visa partake
a flower budded to friendship in kin
From that first moment of approach
in advent towards future period of account
Smiling out loud as from the inside
was a spirit enveloped from within
New Jersey, USA is known as the ‘Garden State’, and Taranaki, New Zealand was once referred to as being ‘The Garden of New Zealand’. Of a New Zealand provincial district rich in culture and history from its foundation in 1841. The region features many floracultural assets.
BEAUTIFUL SCENERY OF TARANAKI, OR NEW PLYMOUTH (NZ)
(from the Note-book of a Tourist)
"For the first time in New Zealand we could see from our deck a wide green plain, edged by a line of glistening surf, and towered over, not by many ranges of mountains, but by one solitary mass, standing clear and alone - Mount Egmont. [Mount Taranaki]
"Mount Egmont was cloudless for the first time in many days, and glorious beyond all conceptions of mine. I had never fully realised the majesty of one kingly, unapproachable giant peak, lifting itself alone toward heaven. . . .
"It is indeed, a land worthy of all we have heard of New Zealand; a land of deep rich mould - of luxuriant wood - of full streams, the sight of which gladdens you, as you see them leaping on from the great mountain to the sea." — From Auckland Chronicle 1843
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert
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Posted: 10/12/2005 5:49:00 PM | 4222
L-J-P
27 August 2005
Loved my L-J-P
loved her all the time
Her beauty - her passion
motherhood in a rhyme
Caring - understanding
gentle yet meek
Wonderful in ways to walk
happiness climbing to her peak
Morning to noon
midday to night
L-J-P with sugar on
your just oh so right
Flavored in chocolate
added in hazel nut
She is all of being
an egg in a smiley cup
"Humor is also a way of saying something serious."
T. S. Eliot (1888 - 1965)
British (US-born) critic, dramatist & poet
© 2005 Regina Publications
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Posted: 10/12/2005 8:11:32 PM | 4443
Ontario Heart Shine
13 October 2005
In the heart of Ontario
Woodstock to Hamilton on the road
Near by Bell Homestead
and elevation - Seven Hundred and Six feet
Like two fish joined at birth
Where loaves of bread
came as miracle worth
Baskets of fruit - delivered across the world
The flag of Maple Leaf - blowing
in the wind - unflustered and unfurled
Blue skies of Brantford
neither holden to sight
Carbon copies of childhood dream
To eyes with a smile that does gleam bright
"for dar"
In 1925 a committee was formed to began research of possible designs for a national flag.
To replace the existing Canadian flag of the time. A task that was never completed and
was resumed again in 1946 with a similar mandate. In receiving submissions for more than
2,600 designs. Only the Parliament of Canada was never called upon to formally vote on a
design. When early in 1964, Prime Minister Lester B. Pearson informed the House of Commons
that the government wished to adopt a distinctive national flag. With the 1967 centennial
celebration of Confederation approaching.
In October 1964 with three possible designs selected - a Red Ensign with the fleur-de-lis and
the Union Jack, a design incorporating three red maple leaves, and a red flag with a single,
stylized red maple leaf on a white square. To eventually decide upon a single maple leaf
design. In utilizing the colours of red and white proclaimed as Canada's national colours by
King George V in 1921.
The official ceremony inaugurating the new Canadian flag was held on Parliament Hill in
Ottawa, Canada on February 15, 1965. The Canadian Red Ensign, bearing the Union Jack
and the shield of the royal arms of Canada, was lowered and then, on the stroke of noon,
the new maple leaf flag was raised. With the gathered crowd singing the Canadian national
anthem, ‘Oh Canada’ and followed by the royal anthem ‘God Save the Queen.
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (A New Zealand Poet - far from Canada)
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