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Posted: 8/10/2005 7:48:46 AM | poet, always nice to see ur poems in here. My headache is gone for now yay!!, lol. but I get the feeling it will be back.
I got the music going with a club mix,
And I'm finding it quite hard to sit still in my seat,
Because I want to get up and groove,
But for now I will just move to the beat,
Nothing wrong with the music I have going,
It's the music they play in local clubs,
Not to mention on the radio,
It's also the music they play in some bars and pubs,
Got the basic groups like Ciara, Missy and Will Smith,
Just to name a quick few. | |
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Posted: 8/10/2005 2:19:47 PM | 4159
Double Meaning
11 August 2005
Our music may not be the same
to each tune we play along to hear
Where in understanding at least
we both know life isn’t always fair
We swap our words in exchange of type
if comfort was another way to express
This in reality of being distant in age
away from trepidation to address
Each day - each beginning
every race and creed to obtain
Those days of sunshine and lightening
toward happiness to exclaim
Our music may be according to taste
this hunger there to overcome pride
Then to know what is left over that to right
was to in each other kindness provide
"There are no facts, only interpretations."
Friedrich Nietzsche (1844 - 1900)
German philosopher
"That best portion of a good man's life, His little,
nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love."
William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
English poet
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Posted: 8/10/2005 8:15:22 PM | Moonlight
The moonlight relects on the water,
Creating a scene that is serene,
Just hearing the peacefull churp of crickets,
In hiding so they cannot be seen,
When you look up you see a sky full of stars,
And no clouds are ever in sight,
You get lost looking at the water,
Because it's like glass on this night,
It is smooth there isn't a wave upon the surface,
There also isn't a breeze blowing,
You don't care about what time it gets to be,
Because the hours fly by with your unknowing,
You fall asleep upon this shore,
Because you hated to leave such a scene,
Especially one so lovely and peaceful,
But it will always stay inside your mind forever to be seen. | |
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Posted: 8/10/2005 9:13:52 PM | 4162
Power to Come
11 August 2005
Still waters upon a Michigan sun
caught in the moonlight of a clouded night
A glimmer of hope transparent to the wind
shaded in shadow of a drifting breeze
There in beauty surrounded with love
El Shaddai - God Almighty and your power to come
Our Saviour translucent to the touch
redeemed to those whom walk this earth
Sacrifice unto the Lion to the Lamb
saying ‘I love you’ - both tender
and in an openness unfeigned
In a readiness to probation be cast
Moulded in stature of liberty
protected to nature born
Footsteps held in faith
to that last day of coming warn
“And when Abram was ninety years old and nine, the LORD appeared
to Abram, and said unto him, I am the Almighty God [El-Shaddai];
walk before me, and be thou perfect. And I will make my covenant
between me and thee, and will multiply thee exceedingly.”
Genesis 17:1-2 KJV
[word in brackets added]
El-Shaddai is translated "God (El) Almighty (Shaddai)". It is derived from the root "El"
which means "Power, Might, Exceeding Greatness" and is translated into Almighty God
as well many times in the Bible. Powers which cause nature to perform contrary to
natural law. The word Shaddai occurs some 48 times in the Old Testament and is
always translated "almighty" in the King James Version.
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Posted: 8/11/2005 9:20:52 PM | | thx poet, I got kind of confused reading your write, u started out painting a picture, then went off the wall. its still a good write. | |
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Posted: 8/11/2005 10:09:00 PM | The Sunset
The sunset seems so beautiful today,
Sitting on the shore as the colors reflect upon the surface,
You cannot help but gaze at it,
Taking you to a majestic place,
As the sky turns from blue to shades of pink,
Then to shades of a deep red,
The clouds in cause the colors to become more enhanced,
Making it an even more beautiful scene,
To you as you become completely entranced,
Staring out at the sky from your spot on the shore,
You notice the sky is quickly becomin dark,
As the last bit of light fades over the water,
And your car is where you head to embark,
Back home to rest your weary head,
For you shall see another sunset tomorrow eve. | |
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Posted: 8/12/2005 1:50:44 AM | Off the Wall
4061
Empty Pictures
02 July 2005
Without you
what would be paint
A brush of invisible strokes
upon a canvas white to nothing
Those unstained carpets
or spots of pigment to skim
Away from the untidiness of
hampered spirit to that in vista
To picture void of image
shadow not cast upon mother earth
Away from anxiety to that of thirst
an upturned glass waiting on a shelf
Without you
all would be still
Under the envelopment
of silence to an airy breeze
"Love is like a painting in the beginning it is only an idea,
but over time it is built up through errors and corrections
till you have a breath taking work of art for all to see."
Unknown
"Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt,
and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen"
Leonardo da Vinci (1452-1519)
Italian draftsman, Painter, Sculptor, Architect and Engineer
whose genius epitomized the Renaissance humanist ideal.
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Posted: 8/12/2005 2:25:00 AM | The Love of Poetry
Many of us pretend to be happy,
When deep inside its really burning,
Distrust, deceit, deception,
As the world keeps turning.
Therefore, we write,
A tale, a prayer, a song,
To help us through that lonely night,
We must stay strong.
The funny thing is, we can write about anything,
From a deep desire to a hidden thought,
A mystical powerful experience,
Which cannot be bought.
Its a gift to be given to others and yourself,
The search for beauty and endless truth,
A soul's adventure into the human mind,
Hidden meanings from your early youth.
Some of us write for no reason,
So our works of art can draw or repel,
They don't even have to rhyme,
As we put our reader under our magic spell.
Let it be love,
Let it be hate,
Let it be dreams,
We create. | |
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Posted: 8/12/2005 7:19:46 AM | Hi Cats,
Hope all is well with you today!!!! Awesome pic.s girl!!!!
OPEN SKIES
Nothing like
The open skies
For the sun to set
And then arise
Changing colors
Right before
Your very eyes
Always in
Great supplies
For your camera
To catch the prize
Sam | |
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Posted: 8/12/2005 9:10:45 AM | Poet, that poem is true, a poet's words create a scene just like an artist painting a picture.
Headboss, thanks for writing here in my thread today, I appreciate seeing your work here.
Mari_sam, I'm glad you like my pics, and also thx for posting in my thread. Please feel free to come back and post some more.  | |
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Posted: 8/12/2005 9:41:23 AM | MWAH! Ill be back sunday chica.Ill ..miss ya! awesome poems,Kat  | |
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Posted: 8/12/2005 4:03:46 PM | 3876
“Asking of You”
13 March 2005
Where are you my lovely
my beautiful girl
The daughter
of my dreams
Oh how I long to hear
your sweet voice
To understand
each beat of your heart
Sorrow - such sorrow
how I miss your sweet smile
Has age drawn us
on a journey apart
Where are you my lovely
my beautiful girl
The daughter
of my dreams
“For out of much affliction and anguish of heart I wrote unto you
with many tears; not that ye should be grieved, but that ye might
know the love which I have more abundantly unto you”
2 Corinthians 2:4 KJV
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Posted: 8/12/2005 5:38:50 PM | Poet, very nice write, thx for sharing that here. I appreciate it. have a good day all, Im watchin a movie right now. mwah!!,  | |
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Posted: 8/13/2005 10:34:07 AM | | Hope ya enjoy it chica..lil prom wave hehe :D | |
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Posted: 8/13/2005 6:33:11 PM | 4175
Glass Prisons
14 August 2005
He hides his sorrow
taken from him in prison of glass
Like a plague of consumption
consumed within sparks of unrest
To live each moment of intoxication
captured by a noose encased in embodiment
This nebulous distinction wrapped
between pride and conceit
A man his own enemy of starvation
given thirst to compensate remorse
For who was he to have no control
his life overtaken in drawn image
The devils advocate of essence
surrounded by the stench of purity
Upon horror of realisation to consummate
imposing mastery of the seas flowing in alcohol
"And every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things.
Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown; but we an incorruptible."
1 Corinthians 9: 25 KJV
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Posted: 8/13/2005 6:54:01 PM | I just got home from work and I am beat,
My whole body hurts and I am in a lot of pain,
I feel the pain even down to my feet,
And the weather is showing that it's about to rain,
It hurts to walk a single step,
And I feel my stomach start to rumble,
So I think I shall head into the kitchen and begin to prep,
A late evening snack with out a single stumble. | |
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Posted: 8/13/2005 9:40:25 PM | Photography
Photography is what I love to do,
To take pictures of any thing,
I have my camera loaded with film,
To capture all that nature can bring,
From sunsets to full moons and also flowers,
That have droplets on them from the day's rain,
Which haven't evaporated when the sun came out,
And I frame it up so the photo is the best for what it can contain,
The natural lighting of the sun,
Is a great thing to have for any snap shot,
Because it allows the photographer to show,
Exactly the best that they have got. | |
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Posted: 8/13/2005 10:17:27 PM | 300
The Photograph
17 September 1999
Four young woman on steps
what a picture to it would make
and one can have no regrets
as the photograph he takes
For what seemed an impossible choice
yet one in share jest
he will remember forever more
of a place he was but a guest
Their names he may never know
as they posed for their shot
an eagerness he did not show
to give that away he must not
On the dinosaurs back
so to speak
A moment lost in time
with a photograph treasured to keep
“Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire,
when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have
them. And When ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought
against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may
forgive you your trespasses. But if ye do not forgive, neither
will your Father which is in heaven forgive your trespasses.”
Mark 11: 24-25 KJV
then this was certainly a picture that tells a story
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Posted: 8/14/2005 6:58:33 AM | Untitled
Across the flicker
of candlelight
Dancing between us
Caught in amorous wanton gazes
Glimpses
like still life shots of thoughts
Gave way
to a flood of frames
footage we knew would follow
if we'd only watch.
Softly, over coffee
Your eyes rolled/strolled
about my soul
Like a screenplay
to a love story
unwritten...
Gradle, the lucky guppy | |
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Posted: 8/14/2005 12:10:37 PM | Beautiful write gradle, welcome to my thread, hope to see you here again.
First Date
The first date is always the worst,
Because your nerves are a wreck,
You dress up a bit more then usual,
And you try to keep yourself in check,
As you drive to pick up your date,
You notice that your hands start to shake,
As you arrive at her house you go to her door,
And you allow your self a small break,
You knock upon her door,
And your startled to hear opening,
A smiling face greets you,
As your head starts to ring,
You hand her the flowers you purchased on the way,
And all you can do is smile back,
"Thank you for these" she replies so sweet,
As you stumble over a sidewalk crack,
You start to laugh due to embarassment,
And you feel your face turning red,
She smiles and tries not to notice,
But you both are looking for the fun ahead,
You open your car door for her,
To show her what a true gentleman you are,
"Thank you" she replies as she takes a seat,
Could things start off any more bizarre??
You had things planned well in advance,
So you took her out to eat,
Where you could sit and talk,
And be a bit more discreet,
Then you both go to the nearest pool hall,
Since the ice was broken,
To have fun and play a few games,
And to allow you both to become more outspoken,
When the games are through,
You take her back home and walk her to the door,
And give her a hug and kiss goodnight,
You ask if you can see her some more,
She says "Yes, I had a lot of fun"
"So did I," you reply. | |
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Posted: 8/14/2005 8:48:17 PM | 3040
E is for EMMA
22 September 2003
‘E is for Emma
‘M is for me
With another ‘M makes three
‘A [Ah] is for one and one equals two
because I’m only one without you
In this addition of each day
where tomorrow was there
If only since this would be
another day of hope to bear
‘A is for Apple
and the sky is blue
But I am still at
a loss without you
On this journey
alphabetical in
the hours we do count
For E is for Emma
as loneliness does amount
“Greater love hath no man than this,
that a man lay down his life for his friends;”
John 15: 13 KJV
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Posted: 8/15/2005 1:35:16 AM | 4177
Holden to Ford Road
15 August 2005
Hand in hand
next to each other
travelling along Ford road
Holden to hope
sister and brother
sharing burden of load
The major and the general
strutting their stuff
Even when there were
those moments to battle tough
This guy and a girl
young and old
A love in friendship
purchased in heart
and certainty not sold
Hand in hand
metaphor or not
travelling along Ford Road
Holden together
sister and brother
in mission and abode
"Nevertheless I am continually with thee:
thou hast holden me by my right hand."
Psalms 73: 23 KJV
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Posted: 8/15/2005 8:15:33 AM | Morning Cats,
I for one think that your writing has grown a great deal in such a short time!!! Keep them coming!!!! As for the comment that was not so nice, some should follow their own advise!!!!
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Posted: 8/15/2005 2:11:57 PM | | I agree with sam , as in reading my own early poetry I see what has similar ways to what you write Cat's - just keep it up - as you wrote, each poem has a memory. Each poem tells a special story and it might only be the 'poet' who knows that story and reason for that write - then to share with others can have its blessings. And I am afraid critics too! | |
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Posted: 8/15/2005 9:47:52 PM | Hi Religion-Kills27,
Thank you for your comments. However; I hope that you understand that the writings here in the poetry forums is art to us, now it may or may not be quality art that you are seeking but it is art to us. In the poems that I have read on these different threads each write does have a meaning. Some are hidden, some are obvious but they have a meaning, whether it is to say "hey I am having a bad day" or to expressing their love for something. I am one of these people as well who writes to themes as such.
I challenge you to post some writings of your own; I would like you to help contribute, maybe there is something you can show us. I can tell you surely, that in seeing the writings of the people of the forums, that I am able to stand upon shoulders of those who write beautifully and through them they have inspired others including me to write.
Sincerely,
Orlando, aka, American Gentleman | |
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