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Posted: 9/7/2005 2:55:55 PM | Thx Blitz for stoppin by my thread, please feel at home here.
This little write was started in my own contest thread, but I thought I would share it here.
Knocking At Death's Door
When I was nine
I was struck by a car
Making my way across the street
And flown quite far
From the Impact I took
I suffered a broken arm
And a closed head injury
Im still alive saved by His Charm
He sent me an angel
To watch over me
When I was hit
So now I believe in Thee
Prayers to Him were answered
When I was in a hospital bed
I could have not survived
And just be a memory instead
But I pray to Him
Each and every day
For giving me my life
And I wouldn't have it any other way
For my life was knocking at Death's Door. | |
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Posted: 9/7/2005 3:43:30 PM | 4272
Love is Love
07 September 2005
Was our love
at death's door
When belief was
it would never be that way
This love so strong
to reach out and hold her hand
Of a heart known not to falter
A love - not any love
but our love
This amour - where
feelings were built upon compassion
To care - to hold in heart
in the knowledge - our love
would always be
Not a dieing love - not a new love
not an old love and neither a love
at death’s door
"And make me savoury meat, such as I love, and bring it to me,
that I may eat; that my soul may bless thee before I die."
Genesis 27: 4 KJV
©2005 Regina Publications
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Posted: 9/7/2005 6:19:29 PM | So-so it's been another year
I don't feel sixty-three
Sit here all day in my chair
doze off but don't remember dreaming
Time moves so fast - I don't care
Gaze into the wall I'm waiting
Alone again; I help myself
She's gone; there's nothing else to do
I watched her drift away I couldn't help
Close my eyes don't open them
Till I'm with you
See, she's gone but not lost
I'm old and still not through
No mountain climbed nor ocean crossed
Could bring me back to you
Scared now just me and my thoughts
Please, Death, come save me soon | |
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Posted: 9/8/2005 9:32:09 AM | | Hey Phish, thx for stoppin by my thread, please feel free to come back and post anytime. | |
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Posted: 9/8/2005 2:29:10 PM | 4274
Borne as One
07 September 2005
She was all of
being Daddy’s Girl
His rose - his Clementine
this richness of pearl
Such warmth from
her birth to first step
A life - a love - pure
magic with no regret
Olivia in your beauty
a voice to surrender sound
Happiness always
when you were around
For away from you
were days yet to come
When Olivia and Daddy
would be borne as one
©2005 Regina Publications
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Posted: 9/9/2005 5:14:37 AM | 4273
First Date
07 September 2005
We will meet at the lake pavilion
there our journey yearns to begin
An everlasting desire - a ship
upon an ocean of heart to win
The sunset reminding us of each day
toward love never-ending
Our happiness all surreal and void
captured in no passion pretending
As we drift in unity
floating in time’s grasp
Each moment would be forever
for there will not become a last
Across a table - our eyes will link
each bite of savoured delights
Both flavoursome and enjoyable
until separate ways meet new heights
©2005 Regina Publications
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Posted: 9/9/2005 5:18:22 PM | 4287
A Kiss in You
10 September 2005
Would it be a lesson
from one whom knows less
To think of you
and kiss in address
To place a postage stamp
on my heart - in vision of you
Then kiss the back of your neck
as if only this was a dream too true
A kiss of happiness
my kiss to you in kind
Each word and letter
to your name - reflected in mind
So ends another day
then another will come soon
For in my heart - was room
to grant many a kiss in you
"What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve:
The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love."
Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)
English lyric poet
©2005 Regina Publications
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Posted: 9/10/2005 3:17:15 AM | The Person
Together as one, they are a team,
From the many differences they are a family,
Among them stands one man,
He is their leader, they look to him.
As a leader, he has seen many come and go,
When he leads them,
He leads them with courage.
He leads them on a quest,
A quest to find a new home,
Many suffer, but still they continue their faith,
He will lead them to the promise land,
Their new home. . .
They adore him,
They admire him,
They will die for him.
And when they have become weary and are tired,
At the table he will sit them,
He will eat with them,
He will laugh with them,
He will comfort them.
Lastly, when they gather at the table. . .
He will look slowly glance at each and everyone of them,
He smile gently, and he will say aloud,
In times of despair, in times when there is no hope,
When they only have each other,
. . .They are the finest, they are a family. . . | |
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Posted: 9/10/2005 6:40:41 AM | Poet, nice writes, thx for sharing, I'm still under the weather, but slowly gettin better day by day.
AG, that was a great poem. As I read it I felt a tear trickle down my face. thx for sharing that here. | |
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Posted: 9/10/2005 10:31:50 AM | Awww heres a hug Get better soon chica:)Love ya,kat | |
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Posted: 9/10/2005 4:53:02 PM | thx Oohpie. I still love ya girl. lol. I just hope it's not an allergy to my kitten, lol.    | |
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Posted: 9/10/2005 5:31:00 PM | hey Kat...this one is for you
Friendship
Friendship is like a treasure,
It has a special value.
Friendship is a flower,
You can make it grow.
Friendship is like a rock,
We can make it solid.
Friendship is like a secret,
It needs alot of trust.
Friendship is like a bridge,
You can make it stronger.
Friendship is like glue,
We need it to stick together.
Friendship is like a job,
You can make it work.
Friendship is like a good wish,
we can make it very true.
Friendship is like a garden,
You can make it become beautiful.
Friendship is like your favorite pen,
Let's make it permenant.
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Posted: 9/10/2005 7:04:32 PM | | Hey Poetryweaver, thx for posting that poem here, I would like to see more of your work in my thread. Welcome to my little corner here on POF. | |
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Posted: 9/10/2005 7:34:43 PM | Smoking is not good,
And it smells quite bad,
But what else can you do,
When the world drives you mad?
Find something to punch,
Like a punching bag,
Or go find someone,
Who wouldn't mind if you nag,
When something really gets on your nerves,
Just let it go,
And find somethin else to do,
And just go with the flow,
But don't think about smoking,
Or lighting one up.
just a little write for those that are trying to quit smoking or who have succeded, like myself, it's been 4 months and 8 days since I last touched a cigarette. wooohoooooo | |
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Posted: 9/11/2005 3:47:02 AM | The female athelete
She wakes up each morning,
She puts on here sneakers,
She prepares herself mentally,
Today she is going to run.
This is her time,
She will go into a zone,
Where it is just her and the wind,
They will become one.
Nothing else matters now to her,
What matters to her that is she is running,
No man can compete with her,
She is speed incarnate.
She prepares herself each day,
While other women are shopping and taking care of their nails,
She sweats, She is in pain, she is sore,
But most importantly she is preparing.
Her mind and body are one,
They are a machine,
She is something racing machine,
Others can not define.
The sun is setting, and now she must rest,
She must prepare for tomorrow,
Tomorrow is another day to train,
To run, to race, to become one with the wind.
She is an athelete,
No man can take that from her,
Her speed will make even the fastest man in the world blink,
She takes no prisoners, she shows no remorse,
. . .She is the female athelete. . . | |
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Posted: 9/11/2005 5:20:45 PM | | AG, another great write, thx for sharing that here, I love seein ur work in my thread, Keep it up!!. | |
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Posted: 9/11/2005 5:42:19 PM | Looking at you with eyes full of love,
Making your heart skip a beat,
But part of you feels something missing,
Making you feel incomplete,
You don't know what that is,
Until he kisses your lips,
That you realize what that is,
As your stomach does flips,
For what you are missing,
Are the feelings that love brings,
Making you feel light as a feather,
As if your heart had wings. | |
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Posted: 9/11/2005 6:13:26 PM | Hiya girl,
Here's part two, Just for you!!
INTO ONE THEY BECOME
Breathless she walks down the isle
Nerves calming as she sees his smile
Joined in hands the give each other life
Soul mates. Now to become Husband and Wife
Together to share the best years to come
Growing and loving into one they become
Sam | |
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Posted: 9/11/2005 6:50:38 PM | | wow sam, thx, that was pretty much where I was going, lol. u just put the end to that | |
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Posted: 9/11/2005 7:43:12 PM | | thanks angelpurrrrs like that screen name real cute | |
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Posted: 9/12/2005 10:38:23 AM | | thx doubleggrr, I was playin around, thought I would try this one out for a while, lol. Hope to see you post some more poetry here. | |
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Posted: 9/12/2005 11:22:52 AM | Lying in the grass
Tiny insects passing by
His arms wraped tight around me
I feel such a specialhigh
The whole world leaves our senses
My heart is full to burts
Looking deeply in his blue eyes
I feel niether pain nor thirst
You have showered me with blessings Lord
Please help me to accept
Help us all remember Manna
And how quickly our hearts lept
I can hardly understand it
how he's given me reprieve
From the solitary life I led
I but asked and did recieve
He does not shy away from me
When I confess my heart
He made me laugh and smile
I knew him from the start.
Snow
Funny how small moments can inspire such gushing of emotion, and a week later the incompatability becomes clear. But I have no regrets. I asked for a moment of joy, I recieved it. I believe it was mutual. | |
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Posted: 9/12/2005 11:27:09 AM | | snow, that was such a lovely write, thx for sharing it here. Welcome to my thread. Hope to see you back here again. I would love to see what else you got!!. | |
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Posted: 9/12/2005 1:10:04 PM | You hold my heart in your hand
So hold on if you can
But I may run and hide before dawn
It's not like me to berate
But I really do hate
When I feel some one taking my song
I don't want to change
To become some form of deranged
Figment of your internal fight
Can't you give your love free
Won't you let me be me
I just want to stay here in the light
You won't open your mind to
To all the quirks of mankind
And you vainly attempt to control
But it just makes you look sad
And eternally mad
And I won't let you corrupt my soul
I want to dance in the sun
Shout with joy and have fun
And I really don't care what you see
You can sit in that chair
With your grouchy old glare
I'll be out in the yard climbing trees
Unless you want to join in
Share some laughter and grin
You had better stay out of my way
I refuse to sit still
And succumb to your will
That is no way to get me to stay
But if you put on a smile
And be nice for just a little while
You might find life is a bit more sweet
So hold out your hand
And lets make a last stand
Let's make every new moment a treat
You hold my heart in your hand
So hold on if you can
Because the stars are the limit for me
I will fly like a bird
Reflect joy with my every word
Oh the stars are the limit for me
The stars are the limit
The stars are the limit
The stars are the limit for me.
Snow
Song to myself and to people who try to make others unhappy because they are. I choose joy. | |
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Posted: 9/12/2005 2:43:43 PM | Great thread. Lots of wonderful writing. 
A Mother's Wish
I did not trust,
authority.
It was like a crust,
trying to cover me.
To protect me?
To deject me?
I didn't care,
I didn't know.
Either way,
it was the same to me.
Every way,
it stifled me.
I felt this need,
to shape my own life.
I felt this need,
to face sorrow and strife.
Learn from your mistakes?
Follow in your wake?
I'm sorry,
but that wasn't me.
So what if that avenue,
was wrong for you?
Or,
even wrong for a dozen more?
I felt anything could be true,
I didn't know.
I felt the wrong way for you,
might be the way I should go.
That was my youth,
all fire and ice.
Great passion, uncouth,
desire and vice.
I tried a lot, saw joy, saw pain.
It seems I must now live it again.
But, once more, I am faced with mystery,
For this time I am the authority.
My children trying to figure out the world,
look to me, listen to my word.
Will they listen, or will I be some thing,
instilling a desire, for rebelling.
I wonder if this has been done to me.
Did my mother wish? Did it come true?
"I wish the torment you caused me,
thrice upon you."
So far, so good. No rebellions yet.
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