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Posted: 9/27/2005 6:07:33 PM | first writing to share with more than one person. let me here what you think. classify it as a poem or and idea or what ever.........
FIRST STEP
Everything begins with one decision
one impulse that can either set into
motion life changing situations or
self improving experiences. but, with
out the courage to explore these
impulses life stays mediocre. each
new day shows those new paths most of
the time life choses those paths
the signs are to suttle to see the
others, but sometimes we need to make
our own. climb through the weeds
of resistance and traverse the forests
of failures. each path may lead
somewhere else but they all have the
smae name, FEAR. to truly over come
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Posted: 9/27/2005 7:43:42 PM | Hiya Cats!!
Girl, get that thing up and running soon!!! We all miss your writes, and who's in charge of the snack table while your gone???? Let em know your low on Twinkies!!!! LOL
Hope your back soon!!!
Sam
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Posted: 9/27/2005 7:46:52 PM | When the wild roses fully flourish...
their aromatic scent glides on wind
calling to mind every person alike in rapt intensity.
All illusions thrust abundantly in brilliance
revealing a glory enticing a timeless...
dream of ancient understanding in the name of love
All within the game to endlessly entertain
To reach inside grasp the soul
Soften the heart filled with bliss and eternal flame
Embers burn evernew to love true
Blooming into something perpetual, endless, everlasting.
Hearts have wings like doves flight on coveted wing
Simplistic etheral beauty measured by tears
Heart's own blood, soul searing pain,
Joy of Love the Mirror of Wonder and sorrow
The waveless pond gazing from within
Intensity of eternal beguile and wonderment...
By magic enthralled, upon our destiny
Journey for two into the night
Waiting for morning a nightengale sings
Of loves' immortality and lovers lost
One thing ventured transcends all pain
Ends the loneliness in love's refrain
The exquisite corpse
Soft fate delivers the sensual sighs that follow upon dream never
Of infamous deceits nor forgotten pleasure
Passion at last motivating without movement
remembered for love under fallen moons
And silver stars dancing Galaxies apart
Through infinite space time's delerium compass
Strengthens the soul makes you whole
Until................
We become one yet so separate
Until the time we meet again
Looking for the love without boundries
For ever more, temporal whirlpools swirl
In ageless sensuality, waiting for us
To dance in the moonlight of endless excstasy
As the fairies spinkle the magic dust..of lust...
Deep within our souls...like the starlight and moonlight pirouette,
Whispering in shadow, three simple words
All I heard, all I feel, deep within my love foresaken heart
Lies the memory of what was in all belief, magic for us
Then as it is, yet still we learn only
Our destine will be forever entwined
In our warm embrace, with no touch
Still....So much wanting and needing
The human touch to give to
Our endless dreams of love eternal
And passion neverending
The Exquisite Corps
Written by a whole lot of cool people here on POF. Gotta love team effort.  | |
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Posted: 9/30/2005 1:47:49 PM | 4392
Happy Daze
30 September 2005
If you never tried
you never cried
If you never walked
you never talked
Would there ever be regret
the way forward - with no turning back
Why should tears only be in sadness
as to those daze of happiness and joy
Living - dreaming - hoping
a lonely man on an empty road
For there always was tomorrow
unless today had in your heart arrived
If you never tried
you never cried
You never lived
you never died
"Life is a long lesson in humility."
James M. Barrie (1860 - 1937)
Scottish dramatist & novelist
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Posted: 9/30/2005 10:33:43 PM | happydays that poem is touching
heres something i wrote tonight
I can feel your breath within my body
Inches from my lips you tremble
Anticipating my response
Waiting as you sit and ponder
Hoping I might want you too
I can feel your eyes against me
Trapping me with your intent
And your lips you lick so gently
As your eyes you close to breath
Concentrating on this moment to not regret your steps
But still you wait
This time it’s harder
Knowing I am only inches from your face
And then you move a little closer
Holding me with your direction
I can feel my boundaries shaking
And my heart it beats a little faster
As I sit and concentrate, just breath
My feet I cross my hands are too
As I turn away from you
My eyes I drop
And bite my lips as hard as I can bare it
To keep me from demanding pleasure
To concentrate on something greater
But it only lasts a second just a second as desire interrupts great pain
My face it frowns at this temptation
As I start nibbling my thumb
It’s out of habit not frustration, I tell myself
I lick my lower lip
Because I bit a little bit to hard
Then you stand from were we’re sitting
And get down on one knee, so you can face me
I lean back somewhat startled, this time biting my fingers, hard
And then you take my tortured hand away from this formation
Lingering a bit too long, so your fingers press against my parted lips
“Stop it,” You whisper harshly this demand
Facing me, forcing me to look at you
Staring at your deep blue eyes, I can not move away
My boundaries shatter at this moment
My body held down by your gaze
Trapped by you and your desire
I hate myself for this surrender
But still lean toured you to feel your breath cores my parted lips
But you don’t move from your position
Instead a questioned worry turns your face
You leave me there confused and tortured
Shaken with what could have happened
Trembling for your touch
You walk away and leave me waiting
You close the door
“I have to work tomorrow morning,” was the answer you
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Posted: 10/1/2005 7:26:07 PM | | Hey everyone just poppin in for a hello. I have missed everyone, I am at my boyfriends house right now. so i can't be on here for long. I hope all is going well here, i also am bringing in some more snacks for all. Please make sure to lemme know if there are anything u need. i'll be sure to get on when i can. mwahhhhhhhhhh!!!!. miss you all bunches. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2005 2:13:25 PM | 4405
Eyes of Sea
04 October 2005
Where was God
do we ask
Where was He
when given the task
Of all those outcomes
we ourselves cannot provide
Where were you God
to away from each hide
A faith a real life prospect
to walk upon water void of regret
To know she was in his thoughts
and he held for her - an up most respect
Would it ever happen - was this to be
Those words - "I love you" to say
When deep into her loving eyes
he does finally give in to see
"For what if some did not believe? shall their
unbelief make the faith of God without effect?"
Romans 3: 3 KJV
"But without faith it is impossible to please him: for he
that cometh to God must believe that he is, and that
he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him."
Hebrews 11: 6 KJV
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Posted: 10/6/2005 3:19:42 PM | 4420
An Outlook Fine
07 October 2005
As time ticks
clocks start
Those times of emotion
held so far in length apart
Unable to speak
hours of each globe turn
Unable to join in present
each second a moment of heartburn
One day ahead
the other further behind
Two people joined in collision
captured by conscious mind
Unified in though of one another
whether there was reign or shine
This thunder rippling eternal to grace
once in contact again an outlook fine
"None of us will ever accomplish anything excellent or commanding
except when he listens to this whisper which is heard by him alone."
Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803 - 1882)
US essayist and poet
©2005 Regina Publications
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Posted: 10/7/2005 7:54:45 PM | 4432
Hearts Vanity
08 October 2005
Vanity is a man’s heart
in all her glory
Vanity was blond hair
blue eyes in picture to story
Her sexy shows
flattering legs
and high heels
Vanity was a man
to the view he steals
Her breasts - her platinum braids
her smile - her teeth - the way
she gives to man
excitement in belief
Vanity was a man’s heart
the path to sensation burn
What was her name
and what of her he could learn
Born April 17, 1967, Liz Phair was born in New Haven, Connecticut, USA and adopted by wealthy parents, who raised her in the Chicago suburb Winnetka. After High School, she studied art at Oberlin College in Ohio.
By the summer of 1992, singer/songwriter, Liz Phair signed a recording contract and began recording her debut album, Exile in Guyville, released in the summer of 1993. Whip-Smart, her second album, was heavily promoted upon its 1994 release, and despite this Phair's momentum began to decline steadily during the mid-'90s.
She took several years to record her next album. When for much of 1996, Phair worked on her third album, while in December 1996, Phair gave birth to her first child, James Nicholas Staskausas. Her long-delayed, much-anticipated third LP, whitechocolatespaceegg, finally appeared in mid-1998. Five years later, Phair returned with a self-titled effort. Liz Phair, which appeared in June 2003, giving over to Phair's by then developing into a new style and sound
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Posted: 10/12/2005 1:46:31 AM | 4439
Day After - Night Before
12 October 2005
Talk - torque
rev it up
Beer and Coffee
tea in a cup
Miles and kilometres
distance and speed
What was it in fastening
were instructions to read
Road signs
of how many to take
Those pills given by a Doctor
to feed your painful headache
Too much of some
with not enough loving to give
Woke up one morning
to discover - birth was to live
"Man's main task in life is to give birth to himself,
to become what he potentially is"
Erich Fromm (1900 - 1980)
US (German-born) psychologist
©2005 Christopher W Herbert
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Posted: 10/13/2005 11:01:47 PM | 285
Without Title
01 September 1999
Without the trials
there are no poems
Without the dreams
there are no points of view
Without mistakes
there is no God
Because without God
there is no one
Without love
we have no heroes
Without people
we have no friends
So can we do
without His love
No we need not ever
be without Him
"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of
things not seen. Through faith we understand that the worlds were
framed by the word of God, so things which are seen were not
made of things which do appear. But without faith it is impossible
to please him: for he that cometh to God must believe that he is,
and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek him."
Hebrews 11: 1, 3, 6 KJV
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert
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Posted: 10/14/2005 11:21:45 PM | 4448
A Belonging Heart
15 October 2005
Where does a heart belong
for those who wear their heart inside out
Whether to the reign - or upon a sleeve
those whom love - yet live in doubt
“He loves me” - “She loves me not”
like a Scots mist shadow to a Glen
Along the high road toward romance
this in fortitude of love to mend
Sweet was a heart made of gold
in discovery of where this heart belongs
A heart of honestly to desire in trust and honor
as if the rhythm was all in tune of love songs
A broken heart in sadness
a happy heart in gladness
Where a shoulder to heart was free
to wrap your arms around and glow
For this poet has a heart for you
that will never tire to instead grow
"The happiness of a man in this life does not consist
in the absence but in the mastery of his passions."
Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809 - 1892)
English poet
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert
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Posted: 10/22/2005 1:58:45 AM | 4445
Flame to an Ember
13 October 2005
To be a writer or poet - but not able to right
As if the mind did believe it was wrong
to compose under this light
One line of a whisper to hear
and a word out of place to mistake
In having writer’s block to one whom knows
how hard to overcome that can be to partake
To have stopped and started
yet never truly let go
Along a road of tranquility
in thinking outside the square
Where from within a round whole
words written in time would again grow
Like timber to a tree
and a chip off the block
A flame to an ember
and words again in mind to flock
"Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man,
and writing an exact man."
Sir Francis Bacon (1561 - 1626)
English author, courtier and philosopher
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (A New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 10/22/2005 9:21:34 PM | I wrote this when I was 17 and just came across it tonight... it made me laugh and I thought I'd share.......
Minutes
Hours
Seconds, second, seconds
Second guess
Never second guess yourself
Whether or not the guests wants seconds
Every second we live is our own......
So why the need to guess?
Guessing is a fools game......
Ever wonder what other games fools play?
(Wait that doesn't sound right)
Ever wonder what other games fools get played by?
(Yes that's much better)...... | |
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Posted: 10/30/2005 4:14:08 PM | 4484
Travel in Mind
30 October 2005
Across the skies
a lonesome traveller does walk
From an unknown destination
to visit another place
Like a blindness to venture forth
determined yet misguided to attract
Attempting to discover happiness
on a road of dreams to sleep
To ponder over flights of fantasy
captured within two slices of bread
In looking for the meet to encounter
where from a heart - blood would not be shed
Wanting more of a willingness to share less
taking each blow to that of fight
This lonesome traveller
seeking out what was just right
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken
US poet (1874 - 1963)
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (A New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 11/4/2005 7:02:11 AM | Hey everyone, I do have some good news, I got my computer workin again, and in my absence, I baked a whole bunch of cheesecake, lol. mwahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
I also have been writing a few poems, even though it's now november, I have some poems to add from back in september and all the way through october. | |
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Posted: 11/4/2005 7:08:38 AM | September 2005
Sitting on the shore
Watching the waves crash upon the beach
Getting mesmorized at how peaceful it seems
As the waves crash at my feet just out of reach
The air is filled with the scents of the ocean
That fill my lungs with each breath I take
And I cannotseem to move from my spot
As I stare out at the ocean's wake
I hear the seagulls as they fly in the sky
Soaring over the ocean in a sky so blue
And I occasionally see a ship in the horizon
As it sails along with out a clue
I don't realize at how late it is
Until the sun reaches the sea
Turning the sky from blue to red
And it seems like the sun is setting just for me
I stay here watching the sun disappear
And the moon rising high
Turning from an orange to a bright white
As it glows brightly in the night sky. | |
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Posted: 11/4/2005 7:34:10 AM | Welcome back girl!!!!! I'm on that cheesecake, LOL
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Posted: 11/11/2005 2:14:49 PM | 4491
One Heart to You
02 November 2005
All of a sudden
a life was reborn
To know in you
there was more to share
All of this moment
of you and the world
This outlook to see
you and God are there
To reach up and give grace
in stepping forth upon another hand
Where two hearts gather as one
on a day next to each other stand
What of this fantasia and those
prospects to path on ahead
Just to know from one heart
to another each word was read
"For where two or three are gathered together in my name,
there am I in the midst of them."
Matthew 18: 20 KJV
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 11/18/2005 6:42:28 PM | | I know I said I was going to be back earlier, but I am back this time and back for good, lol. It's been far too long. hehe. I will also have some poems here that should have gone here when my computer was back, I was having some problems. HUGE problems. | |
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Posted: 11/18/2005 6:51:39 PM | Welcome back - you were missed
4548
Ruth in You
19 November 2005
Each month I lived
every week I tried again
Day by day you were there
this arrow in beauty by name
Heaven gave me your address
and sent you to my side
Even if now and then
our tracks were halted by pride
For we are kin
maybe not in red blood
To neither be related - except from my heart
in these words of sentiment to flood
I never want to be without you
of that whole you have made complete
Each day - every hour - of months to count
I bow my head and stay close to your feet
“And she lay at his feet until the morning: and she rose up
before one could know another. And he said, Let it not be
known that a woman came into the floor.”
Ruth 3: 14 KJV
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 11/18/2005 7:49:37 PM | Sitting by a fire,
On a chilly Autumn night,
Cuddled together with my baby,
And the timing couldn't be more right,
For we shared our first kiss,
And then went for a walk,
Where we could be alone,
To have a one on one talk,
About how we felt about each other,
While we gazed up at the night sky,
He decided to leave for a bit,
And surprised me with flowers which made me cry,
I was in complete shock,
It was something I was not expecting at all,
My heart was beating extremely fast,
And I felt like I was about to fall,
Everytime I looked at those flowers,
The reminded me of that night we shared our first kiss,
Which is something I will never forget,
Or something I will never miss.
I debated posting this poem, but I went for it anyway. | |
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Posted: 11/18/2005 8:01:22 PM | Here is a song that I wrote for my boyfriend, I thought I would share it here. I did have a lot of free time since my computer was down.
From the Start
Your eyes have a haze that only I can see through
Because I know your love for me is true
Baby I want you to be by my side
My feelings for you I just cannot hide
I don't have a reason to what I'm trying to say
The ticket in your pocket is only one way
It's a trip to my heart
That only belongs to you
Baby there is only one person
Who I would give my heart too
Which you had from the start
Your soul is pure and full of love just for me
Which is something no one else could see
I'm thankful that we have each other at last
Even when our days seem completely overcast
You find a way to turn them sunny and blue
Check in your pocket to see what the key is too
It's a key to my heart
That only belongs to you
Baby there is only one person
Who I would give my heart too
Which you had from the start
You have my heart and that's the one thing I give you
As long as you promise to take care of me too
I'm not asking for much and this you already know
I just want to be with you to let my love for you show
You hold the ticket and key that allow you to my heart
But you already had them from the start. | |
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Posted: 11/18/2005 8:07:50 PM | Looking into my heart
Tell me what do you see
Could it be the love
That He has for me?
I feel it growing stronger
And it never is enough
Even when my life
Sometimes seems quite rough
I feel His love around me
Even if I become lost
He's always redirecting me
No matter what the cost
And if I tend to wander
I know He'll take me back
I would feel empty with out his love
And it is something my heart shall lack
His love grows stronger each day
And I will never feel the same
If I ever feel lonely
I just have to call out his name | |
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