| unknown Beauty
Posted: 4/27/2006 8:13:40 PM | ~~ Beauty of a Woman ~~
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows.
The beauty of a woman
With time, only grows..
unknown | |
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| Presence
Posted: 4/27/2006 9:29:42 PM | Wit, charm, style and grace
The essence of Very Sexy for her
Permeates skin and clouds the air
Smoke swirling, mirrored ball twirling
Kaleidoscope of people and music
Blue eyes dancing, fingers snapping
Strong arms, the thud of hearts
Soft hands grasped, fingers curled
Gentle nuzzle, firm lips and soft moan
This is what made time stand still | |
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| The Ballad of Katie Marie (part 1)
Posted: 4/28/2006 12:17:05 AM | 5151
Ballad of Katie Marie
06 March 2006
The Ballad of Katie Marie
and her brown eyes that did shine
A wonder of beauty as to her daughter
in an age to reason in destined time
Her heart was everything pure
when life was no smooth road
That gravel in her shoes to tread
this wonder - this beauty - Katie Marie
Like a new berry to ripen in fruit
her river of banks to wander
Each turn - each current
those murky waters beneath
She was strong - a soul determined
this wonder - this love
So goes the ballad
of Katie Marie
“Arithmetic is being able to count
up to twenty without taking off your shoes.”
Mickey Mouse (1928 - )
US Disney cartoon entertainer
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| Ocean Blue
Posted: 4/28/2006 8:18:59 AM | Wind tosses her hair
as blue eyes sparkle
Crashing waves deafen ears
mist sprays bare skin
Foamy cold ocean slithers
upon her bare feet
Sultry laugh tumbles out
sand slipping from toes
One and then the other
legs carry her forward
Sunset orange, purple, pink
radiate on flushed cheeks
Behind her is nothing
footprints erased pebbles remain | |
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| Shark Bait
Posted: 4/28/2006 1:07:23 PM | 5354
Shark Bait
28 April 2006
Just to see you in a bikini
each polka-dot yellow to breast
Two pieces of heaven covered
as if void of fear to step forth
Summer sun and a towel to rest
sunscreen applied to the chest
Under an umbrella for shade
upon this journey to the sand
Waves embellished in salt
the air sweet to breathe away bitterness
Escaping upon a path of sleepy reality
not to be afraid of eyes a goggling
When she was otherwise engaged
since only a one piece would do
When buy meant vanity
and swimming was for sharks
“It was an itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
That she wore for the first time today
An itsy teenie weenie yellow polka-dot bikini
So in the blanket she wanted to stay
(Two, three, four, stick around we'll tell ya more)”
Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini
Recorded by: "Brian Hyland" in 1960
Written by: Paul Vance and Lee Pockriss
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| Ocean Blue
Posted: 4/28/2006 1:09:54 PM | Wind tosses her hair
as blue eyes sparkle
Crashing waves deafen ears
mist sprays bare skin
Foamy cold ocean slithers
upon her bare feet
Sultry laugh tumbles out
sand slipping from toes
One and then the other
legs carry her forward
Sunset orange, purple, pink
radiate on flushed cheeks
Behind her is nothing
footprints erased pebbles remain
Only the silk scarf
floating in the wind | |
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| Naked as the day she was born
Posted: 4/28/2006 3:01:15 PM | I composed this here in this thread, so it must belong here, as to the root of the spirit of inspiration to behold
5358
Naked to Behold
29 April 2006
Naked as the day she was born
her breasts translucent to triumph
As to a jutting of mountainous flesh
each a touch of soft allure
To hold her near, succulent to suffer
each arm another to hold
God created woman
and if that was true
God created loving
thy in unity made too
Wonder of enchantment
debonair to behold in grace
God created beauty
of all in her to behold
This wonder, this desire
all in ways of empathy upon her face
AVE Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus,
et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,
ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc, et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.
HAIL Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst
women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother
of God, pray for us sinners, now, and in the hour of our death. Amen.
The Ave Maria is perhaps the most popular of all the Marian prayers. It was composed of
two distinct parts, a Scriptural part and an intercessory part. Although centuries old, the
current form of the prayer became the standard form sometime in the 16th century and
was included in the reformed Breviary promulgated by Pope St. Pius V in 1568.
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| Wanderlust
Posted: 4/28/2006 3:25:55 PM | You didn't even have to try
it was your laugh, your smile
your words, your hands
that mindlessly drove her
to endless passionate distraction
beautiful creature that you are
hard and warm, sweet man
not trying to attract and catch
a wanderlust butterfly
A wanderlust butterfly
brilliant blue and black
glided its way across her lap
landing on her ticklish hip
blue and black flutters
tiny legs lifted adrift
blow on her kisses
make a wish
Wishing of a faraway place
cast in a dusky crimson sky
sun rays dipping across the
glittering cold ocean water
from brilliant blue and black
the wanderlust butterfly
loses it color and settles on
her smooth creamy lower back
Back to where it belonged
covered and hidden, peekaboo
coming out for a little while
dreaming of different colors
and of making its way out
to land on her rounded shoulder
with scrolling lines, iridescent hue
near the black rose that rests there | |
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| “Butterfly Dreams”
Posted: 4/28/2006 4:07:17 PM | 3921
“Butterfly Dreams”
18 April 2005
Each night as to drift off to sleep
I hold you next to me in arms of caress
To feel your heartbeat in a palm towards my soul
of an understanding in wealth of such beauty
Close to you in a pleasantness as to scent
holding you in a grasp of compassion
Hearing each breath as you bereave
not wanting in each momentum of pause leave
For tomorrow was but a memory
in yours this mammary to fondle
Where gladness and happiness doth hide
for tomorrow you become the bride
As each night our dreams are but one
of holding you next to me in arms of caress
To feel your heartbeat in verse towards my soul
to understanding of wealth and beauty made
“And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say,
Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever
will, let him take the water of life freely.”
Revelation 22: 17 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| Mein Schwester
Posted: 4/28/2006 4:20:39 PM | 129
Mein Schwester ¹
01 January 1999
Like pens laid end to end
always a special friend
Time came to us late
the penship I not want to break
Perhaps together we will never be
our homes divided by sea
Or is than an ocean
such is my emotion
Like a sister to me
far off in Germany
Some day I pray
I will travel your way
Until then
these words I send
For it was not I
but His Son heavenward in the sky
“My Sister”
“Say unto wisdom, Thou art my sister;
and call understanding thy kinswoman:”
Proverbs 7: 4 KJV
¹ The title is in German
417
Mein Schwester Zwei ¹
05 February 2000
A bit late in the accord
not that you own a Ford
nor a Honda be
just a Mazda 323
A Toyota van also
as your family did grow
Not that today
is a time to crow
Another year
for you to know
You may not be a sister
by choice
Then knowing you
I rejoice
A special Susan
more of God’s choosin’
“My Sister Two”
“Ye have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, and
ordained you, that ye should go and bring forth fruit,
and that your fruit should remain: that whatsoever ye
shall ask the Father in my name, he may give it to you.”
John 15: 16 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| Mein Dichterisch Bruder
Posted: 4/28/2006 7:41:16 PM | My Poetic Brother
Inspiring lines you do write
Diverting attention from Lost Lust
The unwanted passion respite
Sharing a different view of words
Your guiding patience does mold
Roses bloom as imagination grows
Butterflies take flight all the while
Sweet, Sweet sorrow grows as
Unanswered messages continue to
Linger in silence
Fret not my poet brother
For your words do not intrude
Ease your mind knowing if they do
I will request a very short interlude
Write on with knowledge that your words
Fall not on blind eyes and deaf ears
I hear you dear brother and see your message
Thank you for venturing into my passionate cave
Sometimes adapting your lines to complement
Lost Lust style
Title is in German, 'my poetic brother" | |
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| Confessions Of The Mind
Posted: 4/28/2006 8:50:33 PM | Creak of tight leather
My breath did catch
Delicate ears flooded with
Your moans of pleasure
At my behest
Tall boots shine bright
Slick with your sweat
Flick of the wrist
Groans of wonderment erupt
At my decree
Ample breasts spill forth
Beckoning your adoring gaze
Brushed against taunt skin
Cries of intense joy
At my command
Soothing hand through hair
Long legs do straddle
Firm hand pulling forth
Provocative words are whispered
At my bidding
Hands grip boots tight
Blue eyes burn bright
Hot breath does sear
Sultry from moist lips
At my prompting
Slow dance in motion
Brown eyes burn bright
Teasing tongue does flick
Knowingly invading Venus space
At my word
Sweat trails and drips
Fingers tangled in hair
Two locked in passion
Leather creaks straps bind
At your request | |
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| I Hope...
Posted: 4/28/2006 10:18:45 PM | | very impressive thanks for sharing that,you have talant....ever thing to print what you have? | |
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| I Hope...
Posted: 4/28/2006 10:28:39 PM | Thank you for visiting whozatladi, in addition to my adventures. I am inspired by the poets who roam the halls of POF. Let your mind wander and type your thoughts in the rooms...  | |
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| those loved ones to hold
Posted: 4/28/2006 10:57:42 PM | 5307
Together in Dream
17 April 2006
Of a life looking for dreams
those loved ones to hold
Not wanting to walk away from hope
Each day a summer, to content in warmth
where winter was a season unknown
This life, a truth, to and gather growing
Understood from ways inside
captured in an endless sleep
Not wanting to awake,
only in this heart to keep
This sweet hot touch
the sunshine of a soul inside
Where everything was spring
no autumn or fall
Living a life alone
“If there were no words. No way to speak
I would still hear you. If there were no tears
No way to feel inside. I'd still feel for you
And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart until the end of time
‘Cause all I need is you, my Valentine
You're all I need, my love, my Valentine”
Lyrics Martina McBride: Valentine
Album: Evolution - 1997
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| Departure From Thread
Posted: 4/29/2006 12:03:24 AM | Feeling This Song Right Now...
{Daniel Powter, "Bad Day"}
Where is the moment we need at the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on
You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
Well you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on
You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
(Oh.. Holiday..)
Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong
(yeah...)
So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day
[Sweet Dreams} | |
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| Unsilenced Motion
Posted: 4/29/2006 1:42:51 AM | 4888
Unsilenced Motion
11 January 2005
A hand on her shoulder
another on her heart
Those moments erect
as to the cream of a tart
The tower of Pizza
and ecstasy of emotion
All together in unsilenced
lusting toward double in devotion
Up down - in and out
what went up not always there
Lost in a wilderness of
forest - bush and hair
Two hearts rampant to the beat
drums of jungle and nature
toward sweltering heat
Up down - in and out
on and on in time to repeat
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| Ardent Lust
Posted: 4/29/2006 1:51:16 PM | Consumed with carnal touch
Two heartbeats pounding faster
Fingers tangled in hair
Your presence void
Withdrawn and ever watching
Photographing memories for later
Empty hands imploring touch
Your aloofness pervades
Come forth leaning in
Mesmerized by amorous passion
Heavy lidded eyes open
Wet kisses prevail
Dry skin against slick
Promiscuous dance does commence
Wandering hands ardently stroke
Creaming to Lust | |
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| Lust...
Posted: 4/29/2006 3:07:52 PM | Encumbered with full passion
She encouraged not one, but two
Then three, with her deep pants
Slow rocking and throaty moans
Passion has peaked mindless bliss
Butterfly kisses heat smooth skin
On her back his sweat drips
Pleasured moans break silence
His passionate efforts increase
Sweet music of ragged breathing
Her limbs tremor from grinding
Full breasts sway tasting fondling
Pressed moist skin lightly kisses
Her dew engulfs surrounding him | |
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| Footloose in LA
Posted: 4/29/2006 9:21:58 PM | 5365
Louisiana Lovein’
30 April 2006
Left in a silent moment
to ponder over what was right
This reason of love in making true
taking you in arms and banging you
Across a planet too far to stretch
a length, neither long enough, yet big
This style of Texas, in oil to bore
putting out, in erection of rig
Just to know it was pleasure
whether in leather boots
or sexy and alluring, high heeled shoes
A man’s taste, her flavour to admire
sweet and sensual, loving to choose
Never silent, as to the rhythm of breath
rubbing bodies and tongue to cheek
Now you know, it was not in the dark
of your nakedness and own to peak
“The pleasure of love is in loving.”
Francois de La Rochefoucauld (1613 - 1680)
French author and moralist
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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| First Kiss...
Posted: 5/3/2006 5:29:20 AM | Touching fingertips to my lips, my first kiss
Tip of my tongue briefly escapes through lips
I remember the delicious one from which all
others are compared and judged against
Bobby against the wall under the library steps
He caressed my face trailing a finger down my
cheek pushing my hair back from my face
Squeezing me tightly and kissing my neck
His breath caressing, teasing, tantalizing me
Whispering in my ear “You smell so good”
My hands trail under coat feeling his warm back
With feathery caresses massaging and gripping
He kissed my jaw, cheek, the corner of my mouth
Cupping my face in his hands, gazing into my eyes
palms warming my face, thumbs caressing my cheeks
He leans closer whispering "I'm going to kiss you"
Tongue tentatively licking my lips coaxing them open
His lips were so soft, and his mouth tasted of peppermint… | |
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| Bound In Lust
Posted: 5/3/2006 5:35:11 AM | Sounds of ragged breathing permeates the silence
Trembling spread eagle bound at the end of the bed
His ardent gaze fixated on the object of his lust
Sheets rustle boots gleam hands trail and squeeze
Heavy lidded eyes entice as tongue meets nipples
Strangled moans escape lips with whispered pleas
Sultry laugh breasts sway arching towards him
Stomach contracts as hair lightly caresses him
Object of her lust thrusts forward hoping for contact
She sways away hot breath teasing along his arm
Cheek rubs against palm she gently sucks his fingers
Trailing her wet lips along his long arm hair tickling
Long hard length of throbbing flesh begs for attention
From deep within his throat a low animal sound erupts | |
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| Slave To Lust
Posted: 5/3/2006 6:27:36 AM | What does lust know of
Intense
Obsessive
Desire
Overpowering craving for
Eyes
Lips
Hands
Personified deadly sin lust
Euphoria
Lasciviousness
Aphrodisia
This is what lust is made of | |
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| Lost Lust
Posted: 5/3/2006 7:18:22 AM | The Game
you look at me and I at you
i feel as though you see right through
this game we play
goes on and on
but i just cant make it go away
through the mist your image appears
my heart, my soul, my mind fears
my lips quiver as you walk my way
you take me up in your arms
i feel it on my stomach hard
my pulses race, yours are too
you kiss my lips and my shirt you undo
i grasp you tighter but nothings there
you've dissappeared, the mist is gone
and im left reminded of all my wrongs | |
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| Wild Ride
Posted: 5/3/2006 2:58:29 PM | Beautiful Melissa... thank you for stopping in and sharing. I see you are no stranger to lust.
This is a departure from my first passion to another...
Roar of engine torque vibrating taut thighs
Engine loudly revving aired down tires spinning
Seatbelt slipping between bouncing breasts
Round shifter knob throbbing in clenched fist
Enticing sway rocking front to back, to and fro
Sweet sounds of slinging gravel and mud oh yea…
More, more, more because that’s what I love | |
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