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Posted: 12/30/2005 9:59:10 AM | Transformation
Temporarily out of commission,
Duly noted for lack of ambition.
Curl up on the couch in fetal position,
Avoiding the world in this condition.
Book and blanket have become tradition,
Only inviting soothing submission.
Wholly immersed with intriguing edition,
Accepting the change of sweet transition. | |
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Posted: 1/3/2006 7:45:01 AM | Tired
If I look really hard and try to contemplate
What is my life and what does it rate?
I am so sick and tired of the meanness and arguing
It's really pathetic, one minute laughing and the next crying.
I'm feeling claustrophobic in these four bare walls of mine
Writing these words as I walk a fine line.
Is it me or my karma or maybe my soul
Everyone I seem to meet has a heart of coal.
They all make me feel so hopeless and low
Stomped, spit on and beaten as only I know.
Sticks and stones...but words will never hurt me
If that saying was true then why am I lonely? | |
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Posted: 1/5/2006 8:30:18 AM | My Son
Right from your childhood days,
You brought me happiness in many ways.
You've always been my pride and joy,
And forever will remain my little boy.
I dream of holding you tight in my arms,
Your eyes are sparkling and full of charm.
I miss you and love you, son, more than you know,
My love for you continues to grow and grow.
When you feel that no one is thinking of you,
Just know that I am, this is so true. | |
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Posted: 1/5/2006 10:19:24 AM | I Found You
I have been searching all over the place for you.
You were in front of me for a very long time.
It seems funny now that I never knew.
I almost gave in to these feelings I had.
That you really didn't exist.
It's ironic because the funny was once sad.
This connection we share is beyond belief.
No one will ever quite comprehend it.
I can now let out a sigh of relief.
I don't have to pretend to be something I'm not.
You love me for everything that I am.
I have found peace in a place that was once a barren plot.
You are my angel, my sister and my best friend.
I thank you for all that you are.
I will be there always, if you need me, until the very end. | |
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Posted: 1/5/2006 3:55:01 PM | ltliving - In reading the words of your poem "True Beauty", I was in awe. Especially when in February 1993. I was much interested in this concept of jumping from a plane (or ways of a cliff top) and having survived the fall. I visited a airport on an open day of my local skydiving club and given I had the money, I may have taken the tandem leap that day. Although I had never been off the ground in an aircraft then, or as to now either. Yet your poem brings as it says, the 'true beauty' to light.
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Thus in Awe
02 September 2005
If you could see
what my eyes do see
To look upon vista
and absorb thus in awe
Such grandeur
this beauty around
to seek and live
All of this to you
I would in openness give
If you could see
the glorious peak
Your voice would be
struck down in void to speak
High upon a mountain top
this heart views for you
To look to the
height of the sky
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 1/6/2006 6:48:33 AM | | Thanks for stopping in and posting such an awesome write poet! Your's captures the beauty of skydiving without having gone. Nature through the eyes of a poet is another world indeed! God Bless. | |
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Posted: 1/6/2006 3:56:32 PM | itliving,
thanks giving,
nice reading,
all needing,
theraping. :) | |
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Posted: 1/9/2006 8:18:50 AM | Thank you
for coming through
and just being you - OM! God Bless! | |
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Posted: 1/9/2006 8:25:11 AM | Fools
It's just another day
that's no different from any other.
A day of being told to shut the flip up
so now what do I say?
I'm sitting here believing it's true
that I surround myself with jerks.
Well, I am so sick of all of them
and my mind screams, "Screw you!"
The things that I take the time to explain
fall on closed ears and are never heard.
I'm just a stupid, ugly nobody
who cares that you cause me such pain?
But, you are so special, spoiled and cute
and of course everyone knows it.
Everyone bows to the King on his throne
so who am I to dispute?
I'm OK for now for I'm put in my place
downstairs all alone.
I love it here for it's all mine
and I do not have to show my face.
Peace and quiet, sweet solitude
away from simple minded and immature fools.
If only I could just walk away from this
I'd have a much better attitude. | |
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Posted: 1/11/2006 9:40:30 AM | Happy Birthday Karen
Tho' this one we won't be sharin'
Tryin' to go on but lookin' back
Score one for that medical quack
In your glow can no longer bask
Why, was your job done need to ask
Must have been, you'd leave nothing unfinished
Memories, thoughts, love will never be diminished
Our time was short, we made up for lost
Got first prize when together we were tossed
Dark days and storms no need to fret
Just not ready to let you go quite yet | |
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Posted: 1/11/2006 11:20:42 AM | | Thanks for stopping in and sharing 40/Chev! Quirky and deep too. Very nice. God Bless. | |
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Posted: 1/11/2006 12:29:14 PM | Thank you for your thread - The title says you know what the writing is about
Many long years my life awaited you
At last you entered and I bid adieu
To emptiness wandering and lonely heart
Too soon for me fate shot its dart
Is there a moral a lesson a plan
That took you from this happy man
Not good to whine and say poor me
Or wonder why it couldn't be
Pondering things small minds can't know
Grateful am I you helped me grow | |
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Posted: 1/12/2006 6:14:59 AM | Time for me to share a poem written to me by my wonderful boyfriend that I met here at POF. He is not a poet by any means so this was truly a treat for me when I found this hidden in my jacket pocket.
Tattooed Angel
With every watchful step I take,
you help me find my way.
This bond we have that will not break,
grows stronger every day.
You've welcomed me with open arms,
acceptance, love and grace.
A gentle touch, the sweetest kiss,
a smile upon your face.
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Posted: 1/12/2006 3:32:22 PM | ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^Not a poet, HA :)
That is so good !! Very smooth I thought ! and romantic... | |
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Posted: 1/13/2006 6:05:11 AM | I agree, Om! It inspired me to write one for him. Here it is...
Evermore
Thank you for the surprise,
love wrapped in romantic disguise.
Thank you for the smile this morning,
given with a tasteful warning.
Thank you for the loyalty and trust,
to make this bond grow, it is a must.
Thank you for kind words, warmth and touch,
sweet kisses of honey, bear hugs and such.
Thank you for finally opening the door,
allowing me in for evermore. | |
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Posted: 1/17/2006 6:02:07 PM | | awwww* sighs * , Enjoy! Itliving in you both ! Big smiles :) | |
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Posted: 1/18/2006 6:53:55 AM | Thanks Om! 
One
Hold me oh so tight,
Squeezing with all your might.
Feel my breath, warm upon your skin,
My heart thumping from deep within.
Cast away all worry and stress,
Focus only on my gentle caress.
Listen to my whispers of love and care,
A symphony of words floating on air.
Open your arms and hold me close,
Together we stand as the wind blows. | |
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Posted: 1/18/2006 10:45:49 AM | My sister was diagnosed with Lupus disease when she was 14 and passed away last year at 21. I never used to write, but I wanted to write something for her to express my love. I don't write often...just when I have a lot of emotions twirling around my head. I've written a few poem/songs since discovering my creative mind.
Blue Tranquilium
Submerge yourself into the upside down sky
Plunge to the bottom and resist the question of why
Let it take you to the destination unknown
When you get there, your mind will be blown
Iridescent creatures lurk in this place
Most of which are friendly and will kiss your face
Others stir behind you and wait for their chance
Make your legs squirm, make your legs dance
Explore the stars that line this beautiful scene
Sink to the bottom where your eyes have not been
Uncharted features, which cannot be mapped
You won't need much, just your imagination to be packed | |
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Posted: 1/18/2006 11:45:05 AM | Wow! Creative Indeed! So sorry for your loss, Comic. What a beautiful write to honor her. God Bless!  | |
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Posted: 1/18/2006 7:53:30 PM | 4940
Homme’s Home Run
19 January 2006
Cruising down the ‘Four oh One’
on that day home to Ontario from Montreal
On the side of the road
a guy with a single thumb to air
Stopping off to
pick this hitchhiker up
Who himself smelt like
a gallon of beer from a cup
This man so big and bald to passage
was he that hero now to have leant a hand
In just wanting to wish he had kept
on driving instead as otherwise been planned
Approaching Kingston
with Belleville in sight
The Macdonald Cartier Freeway
not exactly the place to fight
Fifteen minutes of detour to make
leaving this man in Kingston
in good hands to cure his ache
Maybe a stranger - when
a good deed done in all
To have not hesitated to help
so little effort that did take
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Affiliate Missouri
18 January 2006
On a misty day in Missouri
her heart was spread upon a page
Her thoughts like an apple
ripe and redden for a bite
This eve of endurance
just me and no body else
As if age was a matter of mind
toward this Natasha of her being
Left in union ahead in this
show me state east of St Louis
on a path reaching Sullivan and back
Connected upon Forty Four
reaching Springfield by sunset
A girl not to be ashamed
of a stranger in whisper
For she - new affiliation
was more than just growing up
“And in mercy shall the throne be established: and he shall
sit upon it in truth in the tabernacle . . . , judging,
and seeking judgment, and hasting righteousness.”
Isaiah 16: 5 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 1/19/2006 6:49:17 AM | | Thank you once again Poet! A poem about Missouri, huh? Cool! | |
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Posted: 1/27/2006 8:08:32 AM | Pillar
Chipped
Chiseled
Bits
Pieces
Broken
Shattered
Scarred
But...
Sculpted
Molded
Formed
Strong
Bold
Concrete
Proud. | |
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Posted: 1/29/2006 10:53:30 PM | ^^^^ah shape, sculpted well!!
I like that one very much Itliving!!
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Posted: 1/30/2006 9:11:22 AM | | Thanks Om. Breaking out of the norm is not such an easy thing to do. But, I've been having lots of fun experimenting. There are sooo many talented people in here to learn from! | |
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Posted: 1/30/2006 11:53:38 AM | you're so right there Itliving, I sometimes feel insecure in my writings , but that should stop any one from just having a ball and playing...my other bro is an artist/painter and I watched him play with paints his whole life, it made me realize, not to take it all too serious and just do it for the fun of it...the skill comes in time...the more we do...
thanks for your kind words re the other bro! he works and stresses to much...
cheers ! :) | |
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