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Posted: 7/14/2005 3:57:19 PM | | thx poet for posting that here, I am kinda in a small bit of writers block, I might be able to come up with something a little later. But my poems right now are few and far between. | |
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Posted: 7/14/2005 9:14:58 PM | Untitled
She didn't have to take me in,
But she did.
Why?
She didn't have to be there when I ill and far away,
But still, She went always to see me even though far away.
She didn't have to call me her son,
But she did, Honored I am.
She didn't have to keep me in her home when I was rebellious,
Or spoke words of disrespect,
But she did.
She told all her children to love me as their own,
But she didn't have to do that.
When I seeked answers to questions she did not want answer,
She gave them to me.
When she was afraid to lose me,
She held on,
But she didn't have to.
In my life she didn't have to be,
But she was.
For the Lord sent her,
She was my Angel,
She was my mother.
I did not know this until it was her time,
With grief I am,
But now I know, She loved me,
She was my Angel from above.
The memories of her warm embrace,
The memories her Angelic smile,
Her calming words when I was afraid.
I miss them. . . .
I never understood until now,
Some mothers are ment to be mothers,
Some are just meant to be Angels.
My mother, She was my Angel. . . . | |
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Posted: 7/14/2005 10:03:39 PM | AG, im speechless, that poem truely touched my heart. thx for posting that here.   | |
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Posted: 7/14/2005 10:43:40 PM | 1887
Interpretation
25 May 2002
I make no promises
I make little music
I just follow my heart
I just do what I feel is right
I give a part of me to you
I hold out my arms in compassion
I lend a shoulder for you to rest
Oh how is it I am relieved of stress
Gone are those worries left behind
gone are any problems evolved
Lost is the line of thought
lost is the reason this began
An individual translation developed in words
Like an elephant alone in a foreign land
Where has this come to on a road forked
the travelling a distance walked
“How is it then, brethren? when ye come together,
every one of you hath a psalm, hath a doctrine, hath
a tongue, hath a revelation, hath an interpretation.
Let all things be done unto edifying.”
1 Corinthians 14: 26 KJV
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Posted: 7/15/2005 9:00:47 AM | 3864
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.
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Posted: 7/15/2005 5:20:22 PM | 1410
That’s Motor Racing
22 October 2001
Entertainment to some
plain boring others proclaim
Round and round
left and right
As if each lap was the same
Motor racing in any form
takes on a life of its own
So why is it there are
those who simply moan
Victory no certain factor when
breakages are more assured
For the non fan however
this illness cannot be cured
Noise of understanding
deafness totalling birth
A travailing trait given
value and worth
“Thou hast also given me the shield of thy salvation: and
thy right hand hath holden me up, and thy gentleness hath
made me great. I have pursued mine enemies, and overtaken
them: neither did I turn again till they were consumed.”
Psalms 18: 35, 37 KJV
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Posted: 7/15/2005 8:21:56 PM | 216
The Saviour’s Psalm
26 May 1999
Be not afraid my little sheep
just be kind and meek
For I am your Saviour true
and I love you
This for you I write
to give you strength and might
My words I share
for your testimony to bear
I do need your help
so be meek and not yelp
I am your brother
like one and another
Listen my friend
this is not your end
But a circle of life
to keep you from strife
“for Sarah”
“. . . Be not afraid, only believe.”
Mark 5: 36 KJV
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Posted: 7/15/2005 8:43:15 PM | At my computer is where I sit,
Covered with a blanket because I got cold,
Having only a nearby lamp lit,
And let my mind unfold,
It has been a long, hot day,
I am starting to feel it,
My mind wants to float away,
My body tells me to quit,
I might actually head to bed,
Where I can sleep tight,
And look forward to the day ahead.
btw chica, thx for stoppin by, u can post somethin in here if you like. Not a lot of ppl have posted here. | |
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Posted: 7/15/2005 9:07:08 PM | Body spread upon the sheet
Covers kicked to the floor
Dreaming alone she is indiscrete
Attire covering what it must and not much more
Waiting for the coolness of the night to begin
Hair cascades about the pillow
Sweat shimmers on her skin
Curtains silently billow
Delicately a breaze slips in
Sleep well sweet girl
Let the world drift away
Reality and fantasy in a swirl
Tomorrow will be another day
To let your dreams unfurl | |
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Posted: 7/15/2005 9:10:20 PM | | BCB, what a surprise to see you in here. Thx for sharing that. Hope everything is going well for you today. You are more then welcome to post here again. | |
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Posted: 7/16/2005 2:05:41 AM | 4097
El gato Maulla
16 July 2005
When two friends fall apart
there comes misunderstanding of heart
When solemn promises are confused
not one but both in partisan refuse
No winners - not a loser in the pack
more the joker who sighs
“why did I do that?”
No going back - when forward
is the only path - cobble paved
because that hides those
fragments of glass
East and west - divided to sea
Like great lakes - Michigan - Huron
with Lake St Clair and Erie to be
A foundation firm
and holden to heart
Glad it was not over
but why did it start
At a volume of 6 quadrillion gallons of fresh water; The Great Lakes, in division of USA and the eastern realm of Canada, contain one-fifth of the world's fresh surface water [only the polar ice caps and Lake Baikal in Siberia contain more]; 95 percent of the U.S. supply. Spread evenly across the continental U.S., water capacity of the combined six, Great Lakes, would submerge the country under about 9.5 feet of water.
Lake Erie is the eleventh largest lake in the world [by surface area], and the fourth largest of the Great Lakes in surface area and the smallest by volume. Ninety-five percent of Lake Erie's total inflow of water comes via the Detroit River water from all the "upper lakes" - Superior, Michigan and Huron - the St. Clair River, Lake St. Clair and numerous tributaries. The rest comes from precipitation [rainfall]. Lake Erie is the shallowest of the Great Lakes and is especially vulnerable to fluctuating water levels.
(entitled: “El gato Maulla”, Spanish for ‘Cat’s meow’)
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Posted: 7/16/2005 3:03:04 PM | Kittie's Life
All I do is eat, use the box and sleep,
This life you just cannot beat,
I am in your lap with just a leap,
And I walk around completely discrete,
I don't make a sound when I walk,
But all of a sudden I'm right there,
Jumping on you from the grandfather clock,
Catching you totally unaware,
You have a wierd look upon your face,
From my sneaky attack,
I found a mouse and I begin the chase,
And never lose its track,
I follow it to it's hole,
Where I reach in my paw,
And pull it out like a mole,
Then grab it with my jaw,
I throw it up into the air,
While I play with my catch,
I leave it at my owner's stair,
And find my favorite place to scratch. | |
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Posted: 7/16/2005 6:40:11 PM | 4019
States of Heart
09 June 2005
For some are human
when it is just a case of being
For some are blind to a
chance encounter to seeing
A man and woman
of a world stretched apart
Yet cemented in unity
so much concrete
to states of heart
Where friendship was
much as if his or her
middle initial in name
Then these two people
spanned an ocean
in thoughts almost
identical in same
"And God sent me before you to preserve you a posterity
in the earth, and to save your lives by a great deliverance."
Genesis 45: 7 KJV
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Morning to Knight
09 June 2005
Your morning is my night
your day is my dream
So how was it there
was such happiness
encountered in a friendship
not to be extreme
For you are roses to a center stage
Where everything revolved
around this passion of page
A web made and given
to be worldwide in stature
Then the music was inside - a mind
evolved from heaven to suit
Your days mine driven to sleep
then comes the afternoon
There was a happening to say
"I’ll talk to you soon"
"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
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A Head in Time
23 June 2000
My friend, my dream
my strawberry, my cream
My pavlova with kiwifruit on top
without you life wants to stop
Ahead a time to endure
as each day one does mature
Growing older in age
not so much in rage
A repose of desire
ignition to thy fire
Baptised in spirit gifted
a soul saved and lifted
For each day to accept Christ
the prophet paid an attentive price
Blood upon their hands
set apart pertaining to God’s plans
Pavlova: (or pav) A New Zealand dessert, a meringue cake [made of beaten and cooked egg whites] with a topping of whipped cream, and assorted fruit [Strawberries, Passionfruit, Kiwifruit, and Banana]. The name for this dessert was said to be named in honour of Russian ballerina: Pavlova. Also popular in Australia, and disputed to which country had it first [New Zealand or Western Australia]. Published as a recipe circa 1900.
Kiwi: (Apteryx australis) the name of a unique New Zealand flightless bird. Regarded as a ‘national symbol’ of the country also in use when referring to a New Zealand born [citizen] person as a ‘kiwi’.
Kiwifruit: a hairy egg shaped sub-tropical fruit with usually a green centre, originally known as a Chinese Gooseberry (Actinidia chinensis) because of its origins in the Yangtse Valley of China.
A popular fruit topping for the pavlova dessert.
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Posted: 7/16/2005 8:40:55 PM | 4098
Angel Eyes
17 July 2005
Time to go to bed
time to say goodbye
This time of sleeping alone
wanting to ask of God - Why?
Angel eyes watching me sleep
angel eyes close to my heart weep
Where oh Lord were those angel eyes
in quest to this answer of why?
Living - loving - as if to death
her heaven higher than a mountain
Water pure in tonic of thirst
The word of God - blessed
as to sacrament to a fountain
Dreaming those angelic dreams
precious to the soul - away from happening
Hearing her honey dew voice of each word
sudden breathlessness lost to hymn to sing
“Doth a fountain send forth at the same place sweet water and bitter?
Can the fig tree, my brethren, bear olive berries? either a vine, figs?
so can no fountain both yield salt water and fresh. Who is a wise man
and endued with knowledge among you? let him show out of a good
conversation his works with meekness of wisdom. But if ye have
bitter envying and strife in your hearts, glory not, and lie not against
the truth. This wisdom descendeth not from above, but is earthly,
sensual, devilish. For where envying and strife is, there is confusion
and every evil work. But the wisdom that is from above is first pure,
then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be entreated, full of mercy and
good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy. And the
fruit of righteousness is sown in peace of them that make peace.”
James 3: 11-18 KJV
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Posted: 7/17/2005 2:32:02 AM | Cat's,
I was reading back over the pages of your thread and discovered you had a poem called "Angel Eyes" as well - so it looks like now you have another one - same title perhaps - then I am sure your thread is big enough for both of them. | |
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Posted: 7/17/2005 9:11:14 AM | | My thread is big enough for many poems titled the same name. | |
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Posted: 7/17/2005 6:05:42 PM | | Got the mail chica, hopefully the admin will get to the bottom of it. | |
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Posted: 7/18/2005 9:23:14 PM | I finally head off to bed,
And pull the covers up tight,
Resting my head comfortably,
Because I know all is right,
I allow myself to drift off to sleep,
Where my thoughts become real,
They become a perfect dream,
And it all seems surreal,
I see a man standing there,
Looking my direction,
Glancing at me with those eyes,
Full of love and affection,
I cannot seem to turn away,
From those glancing eyes,
And he walks towards me,
We begin to socialize,
I introduce myself and so does he,
So we can call eachother by name,
I can never really see his face,
For it's blurred I shall proclaim,
But he leans towards me and gives me a kiss,
His way of telling me goodnight,
I still feel that kiss upon my lips,
Everytime I awake to the sunlight. | |
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Posted: 7/18/2005 11:28:01 PM | I wrote this 2 years ago if you don't belive me go to poetry.com they published it.
Love is respect given and recived from one to another.
Love is the emotion that endures hardship and pain
no matter the cause.
Love is doing something for another with no expectations.
Love is forgiveness for mistakes made past and present.
Love is not blind,but sees all things.
Love can be as fragile as crystyl or as strong as iron
that lasts forever.
Love is the emotion that rules all emotions.
Nothing is stronger than Love, not even hatred or fear.
Treasure the love that you have while it lasts.
One day the Love that we all have will be extiguished,
if we as people ar not careful with our desicions.
if you whant let me know what you think. | |
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Posted: 7/18/2005 11:34:28 PM | now a quote from a very wise person (an old friend)
Be true to yourself and loyal to your friends,trust in your heart and trust your gut do this and the one you seek will fall into your lap. | |
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Posted: 7/19/2005 6:15:23 AM | Untitled
I am a wrestler,
I wear spandex,
I make believe to beat the crap out of people.
In my sport,
There are no off seasons,
There are no such things as a loser.
Each and everyone of us confronts our own demon,
Each one of us confronts betrayal and friendship.
One moment I can be your friend,
The very next I can be your worse enemy.
I am wrestler,
I have more brawn thans brains,
I can body slam 300 pounds of Hulk Hogan,
I captivate each person with every move I make.
I bring together people from all walks of life,
Black, white, jewish, muslim, russians, canadians,
They come from all walks of life and countries.
The fans are one for that very night,
There are no lesser-fans, There are no better fans,
For that very evening, Their focus are the two people in the squared circle.
I make believe to be the crap out of people,
Most people know that there is a story line behind my wrestling,
Sometimes people even know who is going to win,
But the fans do not care, They prefer to be entertained,
The fans understand that each story line is made up,
They know that the Undertaker betrayed his brother,
Now it is revenge that focused in the Undertaker!
When I recite my catch phrases,
"Do you smell what the Rock is cookin'?"
The fans recite them with me like a twisted sing-along.
When I do my signature finishing manuver,
The crowd in unison explodes into applause!
With every move I do, I have the crowd on their feet.
I have mastered the power to control each and every single emotion,
Not even the greatest politician has this power.
I am a wrestler.. . . | |
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Posted: 7/19/2005 11:12:14 AM | | AG, it's always a pleasure to see you in here. I'm so glad u always stop by, btw, there is free coffee, pop, tea, and milkshakes available, help yourself. | |
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Posted: 7/19/2005 1:01:04 PM | Many thanks Cat!
And as always, it is an honor to be able to write on your forum. You all are great people and give out a great vibe!
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