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Posted: 8/25/2005 5:45:16 PM | thx poet for sharing that poem here, and for being my 800 post, lol. This thread has really grown from when i first started it. THX ALL WHO CONTRIBUTED. mwahhhhhhhh!!!!! love you all.  | |
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Posted: 8/25/2005 10:28:25 PM | Hey Cats that is really wonderful, congrats
Loves Resistance
The music no longer plays
My lover no longer stays
With no love in his heart
We are worlds apart
Last in thought and deed
He will never fulfill this need
To fall into his arms is where I want to be
To mend this broken heart naturally
I've lost all faith in a natural healing
Heart exposed and so revealing
Damp cold cruel unwanted longing
The nothingness of not belonging
No harmony shall play us together
No music will play our song forever
A sad guitar laments softly in the distance
I am frozen here forever in loves resistance | |
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Posted: 8/26/2005 2:21:59 AM | Beyond the Rainbow...
Fulfillment at its best,
A crimson kismet in the west.
Bewildered quickening,
Beyond the blue thickening.
Somewhere over the rainbow,
An awesome watery glow.
Emerging from the sky,
Glamorous to the naked eye.
My destiny lies here,
The colors crystal clear.
Reflections of passion,
Scenery of the utmost fashion.
In search for a pot of gold,
A fairy-tale to be unfold.
An inherent truth,
In search of the fountain of youth. | |
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| 800! wonderful thread chica
Posted: 8/26/2005 2:43:33 AM |  I came to celebrate with ya Megs:)Your thread really has grown with all of your wonderful writes and the contribution of all your friends awesome poems too.Im so happy we became friends through our love of writing....and no Im not trying to bribe you so youll bake me another cheesecake lol Oh guess what chica?Im so psyched I just made the 700th post in my thread....Party in my lil corner O the forums too... stop by for a  and a Love ya chica...mwah! Great job,Kat | |
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Posted: 8/26/2005 5:23:06 AM | 3980
Engaging Thought
12 May 2005
If rumour was at foot - then the
kiwifruit had a golden centre cast
Because of this the truth
was inbreed to happiness
To sound like there was
a real “engagement”
but not one at all
A true touch of classic
poetic to natural course
The cars all lined in ribbon
with roses white to bouquet
Her flowing dress
his dark suit and tie
Wonders of blue waters
and unity from ‘en to zed’
in light of this ‘you ess of ah’
only it was God whom would say
For what started with a single seed, nurtured with passion and knowledge. The result was a totally new fruit of golden pleasure. In the best New Zealand horticultural traditions, the smooth bronze skin, of the ZESPRI™ GOLD Kiwifruit were created nature’s way.
The story began in the late 1970s. Tiny Actinidia chinensis kiwifruit seeds were collected from Beijing Botanical Gardens, the Guangxi Institute of Botany in Guilin and from wild plants in South and Central China. They were planted in the rich volcanic soils and warm sun of the Bay of Plenty region of Te Puke in New Zealand (NZ).
ZESPRI™ GOLD Kiwifruit was the child of a mother plant from Beijing, China with yellow flesh and a male plant from the Guilin family, chosen because its sisters all produced large succulent fruit. In 1992, a single vine from this partnership was planted and for the next five years, nurtured in kind. In 1998, 4000 trays of this golden kiwifruit was exported for the first time. Around the world, people had their first chance to savour a new, totally natural NZ kiwifruit variety harvested as ZESPRI™ GOLD.
The purpose of this footnote is to act as an explanatory note in relation to the above works and is not intended as an open endorsement of the product represent by it true and legal name
©2005 Regina Publications
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Posted: 8/26/2005 10:12:05 AM | @blitznbolts, thank you for postin that poem here, and welcome to my thread, hope to see you back again.
@headboss, another great write, Thanks for sharing. Hope all is well with you.
poet, thanks for sharing.
TO EVERYONE, Thanks for stoppin by for a celebrating of 800 posts. I appreciate everyone here. | |
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Posted: 8/26/2005 1:42:43 PM | | Youre welcome chica....you have mail girlfriend:) | |
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Posted: 8/26/2005 9:17:44 PM | Tropical Rainstorms
In the rainforest,
Scents fill the air,
Sights are all new to you,
Leaving you unaware.
You hear the rains,
Falling in a down pour,
This is something,
You haven't seen before.
You get drenched,
But you really don't care,
These tropical rainstorms,
Will always be there.
For it wouldn't be a rainforest,
Without the tropical storms. | |
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Posted: 8/26/2005 10:38:31 PM | RAIN’S REMAINS
Morning showers
Drenching flowers
What’s left retains
The rain’s remains
Around the sun’s glow
A summer rainbow
Sam | |
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Posted: 8/27/2005 1:58:29 AM | 1056
Behind the Human Mask
07 September 2000
Once the day is passed forward
there is less a reason to be bored
That is the way it goes
although only inward this shows
The outer skin hiding it all
all the more being tall
For behind the human mask
is the most incredible task
When the motivation arises
producing pleasing surprises
Since faith is not truly seen
nor the bastion of the keen
Having given up on safe surroundings
to follow less heavenly groundings
The spirit of which comes along
because together with body it does belong
"For the word of God is quick, and powerful,
and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing
even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit,
and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner
of the thoughts and intents of the heart."
Hebrews 4: 12 KJV
©2005 Regina Publications
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Posted: 8/27/2005 9:10:02 PM | 4226
Cat’s and Kat
28 August 2005
She was so cute
the way she does smile
All her inner beauty
there in style
This cat of caption
to allurement thought
Inside a heart - game
set and match - caught
Her happiness so appealing
her kind so strikingly nice
Just like that in a happy face
upon a cheesecake ready to slice
Each bite mouth
watering to kiss
With a roar of a Lion
and a feline hiss
"Cats are intended to teach us that not
everything in nature has a function."
Unknown
Quotation by unknown author
©2005 Regina Publications
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 8/28/2005 1:27:48 PM | Dad and Daughter Time
Today I got the chance,
To have some fun with my dad,
We went to play some pool,
I was really glad,
It has been a while,
Since we had dad and daughter time,
But we had a total blast,
And it was all sublime,
We played a total of five games,
And I won the first,
He won all the others,
Like his games were rehearsed,
But all in all,
The time we shared,
Will be treasured forever. | |
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Posted: 8/28/2005 6:00:11 PM | I'm pushing ahead
Trying to keep faith in the words you said
There is no turning back
I must search
until I find what I've lacked
no use for a bed
no longer need to be fed
no use for the forgotten life I've led
seeking a place where the day no longer turns black
a place to rest without looking back
a place to lose myself
without wanting someone to send help
a place where no pain exist
only the pure bliss
that is unquestionably his
I'll find my way
one of these days
no matter what price I have to pay
If you dont understand
just take my hand
and we'll search togather
for our part of the plan. | |
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Posted: 8/28/2005 6:06:01 PM | Hiya Cats,
Great writes going on in here!!!! Glad I stopped in to read!!!
Here's to many more days like the one you had today!!!!
Sam | |
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Posted: 8/28/2005 6:08:50 PM | | Flamin blue fart, that was a really lovely poem, Thanks for sharing that here. I am glad u chose my thread. Hope all is well with you. | |
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Posted: 8/29/2005 10:17:51 AM | Untitled
Two friends, they fight for their country,
A nobleman, famouse for his bravery,
He inspires the poor, the sick and disheartened,
He cries aloud, freedom!
The nobleman, famous for his lack of will to fight,
He longs and wishes to be as strong as his friend, the commoner.
The commoner fights many battles,
He fights for the right to be free,
He fights for his beloved,
She was taken from him by tragedy,
Upon his arm, he carries her embroidery,
To keep her close, to remember her always.
The nobleman wishes he can fight,
But he lacks courage,
He envies his friend, the commoner,
The nobleman's father knows this,
He tells his son, the nobleman, he is weak,
He will always lack the will to fight,
Even to save his own land and freedom,
He is a coward.
In an act of cowardice,
The noble's and the nobleman's father betrays his son,
He surrenders his friend to the enemy,
The enemy of which wants their land,
To take away their freedom,
Certain death awaits the commoner.
The nobleman, all he can do is beat his chest,
And exclaim aloud:
"Oh Lord of Heaven,
What have they done?
What have they done?"
The nobleman receives word,
His friend, the commoner, has died for his false crimes,
He died because he wishes for freedom,
The nobleman is now king,
He is without honor, and most importantly courage,
For he has betrayed his only friend.
Now the king must pay homage to a foriegn ruler, It is the same ruler who wishes to take his freedom,
It is the same ruler that took the life of his beloved friend,
It is fitting, he must do this, for he lacks the courage of his friend.
Both armies meet, the foreign army he to pay homage to,
And the king's army as they await their orders,
The king is upon his horse,
From his armor, a piece of his friends's embroidery can be seen,
He takes it out the embroidery from his arm,
He remembers his fallen friend,
He remember his courage, his bravery and his fight for freedom!
He turns to his comrades and pleads with them,
"You have bled blood with my, our friend,
His bravery I do not have,
But today, I ask of you all, now bleed with me!"
In unison, the kings army releases their war cry,
His aide smiles in agreement,
The king raises his sword,
He looks at the embroidery once more,
The sword of his fallen comrade,
Today, the king has found his courage,
Today their land, their people shall be free
In homeage to his friend,
The king raises the sword of his fallen comrade,
. . .His death was not in vain. . . | |
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Posted: 8/29/2005 6:35:08 PM | | AG, another great write, hope all is well, sorry to say everyone that I wont be on here for a few days, dad wants my room really really clean, so I can't get on the computer until then, I shall continue to write tho, and once I can get on the computer full time, I will post what I have written. mwahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! to everyone. I shall see you again soon. Take care until I can come back. | |
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| Poetry Collection(Holdin down the fort for my girlie:)
Posted: 8/29/2005 10:03:14 PM | Hi yall:)Cats asked me to keep an eye on her thread until she comes back...Lets all try to keep her thread on page one while shes away....Hi Chica...Miss ya bunches Megs....Hope all is well.The funny thing is Ive been too busy to post in my thread lately too.Im finaLLy going to attempt to put some stuff in there tonight.Anyway,I cant wait to see all the awesome stuff youre going to post .....and all the great stuff your friends will be posting in your absence to suprise you with when ya get back....wink wink....nudge nudge HINT HINT haha....For the next couple days its Cats appreciation days:)Lets all get together and keep her thread on page one where it belongs....Hugs,Kat  | |
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Posted: 8/30/2005 4:58:53 AM | To my special chat buddy
4234
Kindness to Depend
30 August 2005
I miss you when your are mobile
I miss you - when you’re not there
I do all of miss you
this girl of blond hair
For you are a Miss
I like to be in friend
A wonderful girl of
kindness to depend
Your words paint pictures
and bring others much joy
Even those moments you describe
in poetry thoughts of a boy
Back and forth
word and sentence to time
The two of us - doing it all
in credence to rhyme
©2005 Regina Publications
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Posted: 8/30/2005 11:53:08 AM | 2239
An Indwelling Sorrow
10 October 2002
When you love somebody
but can only admire them from afar
Life becomes like playing
the “blues” on guitar
Fortune to a love
not matched up in faith
A pain woeful not confined
to the human race
The desire more in
distance of respect
To have loved yet lost
of a feeling unable to regret
Such a sadness kept private
by action promptly withheld
Two people never to know
how together this love is indwelling
“Give her of the fruit of her hands;
and let her own works praise her in the gates.”
Proverbs 31: 31 KJV
©2005 Regina Publications
a poet who cares
may your own works Cat's paint the true vista | |
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| Poetry Collection..Hey everyone :)
Posted: 8/30/2005 1:50:48 PM | | Cats...Im missin ya girlfriend...Clean faster LOL..Im still watching over Cat's thread for her as promised..Hurry back Chica we all miss you.Nice writes poet...Hope to see more from everyone so Cats will have lots of reading to do when she gets back.Love ya girlfriend.I got yer back hehe:) | |
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Posted: 8/30/2005 4:29:23 PM | It isn't the thing you do, dear,
It's the thing you leave undone
That gives you a bit of a heartache
At setting of the sun.
The tender word forgotten,
The letter you did not write,
The flowers you did not send, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts at night,
The stone you might have lifted
Out of a brother's way;
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;
The loving touch of the hand,dear,
The gentle, winning tone
Which you had no time nor thought for
With troubles enough of your own
Those little acts of kindness
So easily out of mind,
Those chances to be angels
Which we poor mortals find--
They come in night and silence,
Each sad, reproachful wraith,
When hope is faint and flagging,
And a chill has fallen on faith.
For life is all too short, dear,
And sorrow is all too great,
To suffer our slow compassion
That tarries until too late;
And it isn't the thing you do, dear,
It's the thing you leave undone
Which gives you a bit of a heartache
At the setting of the sun. | |
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| Poetry Collection(babysitting cats thread :)
Posted: 8/31/2005 4:38:47 AM | | Wow riverviewflower...I dont recall seeing you around before.Your poem was absolutely amazing...I espescially fell in love with the last few lines....Great write.I know Cats will enjoy it when she comes back...well time for me to get my daughter off to school....Still keepin an eye on your thread chica...as promised...Love ya megs,Kat | |
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Posted: 8/31/2005 12:00:40 PM | Butterfly
So colorfull amongst the sky,
Flying so completely free,
Landing upon that daisy bloom,
Just for me to see,
I picture myself with wings,
So I can soar into the sky,
To leave this world and all it's pain,
And be with the Lord on High,
But these wings I do not have,
So I ask myself why,
Why can I not join you,
You beautiful butterfly,
You fly so freely without a sense of fear,
And I cannot help but stare,
Because you are so beautiful,
Nothing else could ever compare.
(surprise write by me cats :)) | |
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Posted: 8/31/2005 12:11:42 PM | | oohpie, I can't take credit for writing to poem but I can take credit for sharing it. The author is Margaret E. Sangster and it's called " The Sin of Omission". I'm happy you enjoyed it. | |
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