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Posted: 4/25/2006 12:23:13 PM | 5345
Martha’s Psalm
26 April 2006
Still loving, still crying
just waiting, another morning to come
For were was ascertain
a cover over truth
this was love at its highest
Another rest, another night
a sentence made to be free
Where was spirit, heart stood in step
foundations laid, amour cemented to being
Meaning what, much to care in ways forth
rambles of a poet, malcontent to live
life - she was all there was,
God damn it , live
Know your mercy was in good hands
this creativity, heaven was to want
Holy spirit within, a voice to speak
whisper sweet nothings - nothing more to give
“When I call to remembrance the unfeigned faith
that is in thee, . . . I am persuaded that in thee also.”
2 Timothy 1: 5 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 4/26/2006 5:56:26 AM | Words Not Told
His soft spoken voice comforts me,
His kind touch renews me,
His presence is Heaven sent.
I love him, that is what matters,
I long for him to be mine,
Both our souls all but intertwine.
There is only one thing,
He does not know me,
But I know him.
The Angel of Death came for him today,
My heart is broken, my heart does not know what to say
Why does love have to hurt so much?
My wish was to love him,
My crime, I never spoke,
My punishment, to never know. . . | |
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Posted: 4/28/2006 10:32:46 AM | Hello Angel,
This next poem reflects some issues that came about when some arguments were presented to me in regards to the evolution of man in addition to how we approach people that are reaching out for help or stuck in a bad situation as well as those that only look at issues from one's own standpoint and fail to see the mulitple perspectives that many others might have experienced. How we interact with people, especially those we don't know very well has an impact on every other factor in our lives as well as those being interacted with. Do we judge or try to help people using our own life experiences or just let them be. As paul mccartney stated in one of his solo songs. "live and let live" or "live and let die" are choices but in my opinion they are not the only choices. We can reach out to those that are willing or asking for help and show them other avenues of life. Without further delay, here is the newest work that has both of my poetry threads and some of yours influence behind it.
Thanks for reading,
---Robert
Flying Blind in the Monkey-Business.
Glory is that which has many views.
One can be oblivious to another’s muse.
Another will cause the wicked to fall.
Life presents opportunities to all.
If I made a thousand people smile,
and one frowns instead, for a while,
Would I be a success or have failed?
What does all this begin to entail?
A good parent would not suppose,
3 of 4 of my kids, smell like a rose.
So, therefore I score a seventy-five.
That’s passing in most peoples eyes.
The parent would feel the pain of
the failure of that fourth child that did
not fair so well in their choices in life.
Transference results regarding the strife.
Quickly we judge those lesser in mind.
What reason is this, to be so unkind?
Be an example, each moment we live.
Others will witness how much we give.
Taking someone’s love is not the way.
Loving them implicitly is better today.
Pride and glory, many often will seek.
Sometimes that seems, to make us weak.
Button our lips, when judging another.
Treat them better, like a sister or brother.
Greet them with a hug, or a kiss each day.
Love is a better way, for peace to stay.
I am guilty of making these same mistakes.
I can learn from this, raising the stakes.
Worry of hypocrisy won’t be the sin,
When consistent behavior flows within.
Things of the past should be forgiven.
Making mistakes is part of our living.
Dealing with errors will teach us more,
Than pretending to be perfect as before.
Robert M Pike Copyright © 2006  | |
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Posted: 5/1/2006 10:47:26 PM | Hi angel, I have been missing you lately! Thanks for stopping by earlier! This next one was inspired by your visit.
---Robert
Love Tag, You’re It.
It is a gentle spirit that knows giving is the way.
Leading the unknowing, to words we should say.
Patience enables all of us not fit, to slowly learn.
Instilling love with smiles, something we so yearn.
Flowers open slowly when it is their time of year.
Love captures our hearts, devouring all of our fear.
Replacing fear with courage, deserving of our best.
Causing us to do things, completing a holy quest.
The feelings of passion puts boldness to the test.
Chasing away heartaches, that keep us from our best.
With love in our hearts we shine like big bright stars,
Giving others lost in darkness, light that was ours.
Warming souls with kindness, gifted our own way.
Carefully spoken with words that only we would say.
Devoting them to our friends, letting them feel our gift.
We then watch love inside them grow so true and swift.
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Posted: 5/2/2006 3:57:49 AM | May i stop by and leave a little something ?
A lifetime filled with cheating hearts,
all echo from my past,
The "promise true’s" and "I love you,"
each one was meant to last.
So fine this line of sharing,
built with honesty and trust,
Each vow now left inside my head,
to slowly gather dust.
I struggle to tomorrow, searching hope,
yet walking blind,
While broken dreams, and silent screams,
play re-runs in my mind.
I try to shake, each past mistake,
and meet what lies ahead,
While hearing cold reminders
of these promises once said.
It’s hard to feel, what’s wrong from real,
when shadows dim the light,
I close my eyes and dream a dream
of heaven every night.
Is all I know, this history I hold
a guiding hand?
These scars I show,
a lesson that I yet don’t understand?
Another day awaits me,
in this life I call my own,
A cruel delay frustrates me,
as I face this world alone.
Let words once said, and tears long shed,
rest peaceful in this heart,
I know the pain of love in vain,
will always play its part.
With open arms I welcome what new dreams
that may arise,
I only pray to find one day,
a love without good-byes.
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Posted: 5/2/2006 4:22:42 AM | carinacarina : this is a very good poem and I noticed it is also a feature on your profile ^^^^
the poem is well written and has a nice flow to it
thanks for sharing it here in the forums
5366
The Truth about Butterflies
01 May 2006
If butterflies can soar
then they would tell the truth
One year, unlike another to ponder
those friendships of ways to start
even if there was still more to tame a heart
Finding tomorrow, as if yesterday was gone
centring upon reality, some would not believe
This heart, worn inside out, upon a sleeve
Gone was some beauties
while others were to stay
Moments lost, but others to name
her beauty, her being, that goal set to aim
Love still to seek, in ways more close to hand
debonair, to those of a bigger plan
Congratulations to know it through
this place of finding what was that love in you
“The main things which seem to me important on their own account,
and not merely as means to other things, are knowledge, art,
instinctive happiness, and relations of friendship or affection.”
Bertrand Russell (1872 - 1970)
British author, mathematician, and philosopher
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 5/2/2006 6:50:39 AM | Thank you Poet...
heres a favourite of mine....not written by me alas....
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
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Posted: 5/2/2006 8:16:30 AM | Hiya Kaz seen your poem on your profile and also on this thread and read a few of the others a lot of them are a little sad
Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I'm a Schizophrenic
And so am I
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Posted: 5/2/2006 4:56:40 PM | Haha....thanks for that John.....
your a poet and you don't know it.
This thread is wonderful....i feel inspired....xx | |
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Posted: 5/2/2006 7:08:23 PM | carina, thx for stoppin by, I am really glad you like my thread, I also like the fact that you are inspired by being in here.
morefun, I haven't been on much lately, or i have been too busy to write anything, and I'm stuck on that one poem, i might ask for help. I hate to do that though.
poet, need I say more, you are always welcome here and always have been, I love to see your work here, sry i haven't been writing lately, been to busy.
ag, always lovely to see you here, I would like to write more poems, but i have either been to busy or haven't been inspired, i do have one in the works, but I am kinda stuck on it right now. | |
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Posted: 5/2/2006 11:21:14 PM | Miss Kat,
Good to hear from you! I hope all is going well for you.
Hope you get inspired soon so we can see what you've written!
Stay well!
TTFN!
AG. . | |
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Posted: 5/4/2006 1:00:59 AM | Thank you for welcoming me Angel, i think your thread is great....hope to post something else here soon...when i feel inspired and my head is no longer cabbaged....
Have a sweet day !
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Posted: 5/4/2006 4:03:32 AM | ONLINE CHAT
it's said brevity has a beauty
i say brevity is a way of not saying things that need to be said
if you go through life editing
your words
your actions
and ultimately
your thoughts
and feelings
remember
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Posted: 5/8/2006 1:16:26 AM | Have you ever needed someone
To take the fragile pieces of your heart
And wrap careful hands
Deep within the cushioning cotton of his own?
Someone who can pull you close,
When you're feeling so alone
Who speaks not a word,
But knows how to touch you
In that one special place
That lets you know you are still alive?
Someone who can look into your eyes
And see past the darkness
That has come to cloud your soul.
Someone who finds that one spark of caring,
Who nutures it back to life...
The one special someone
Who can wrap around you with his body
And give your soul a hug,
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Posted: 5/8/2006 1:23:25 PM | Hello Angel, I have not seen or heard from you lately.
Carina, You have many beautiful postings here!
This next one of mine, I wrote twice before
but I seem to like this latest version best.
Robert
Walking the Tighter Rope.
Looking in places, so filled with fear,
All of us are searching, far and near.
Trying to see the light, shining above.
Praying to find the one, we can love.
Wanting desirously, for that special one.
Watching them come and then they run.
Wonder which one, will fill our hearts.
Impatiently waiting, till new love starts.
Each desire awaiting, for another to fill.
Checking out those, that show their will.
Watch redolently, those drinking your wine.
You won't know who, has invisible lines.
Love never changes, but the players do.
All these players, aren’t meant for you.
Rules are changing, so are the crimes.
Loves for the making, sex costs time.
Time will take from you, a soul nonrefunded.
Your soul is your life, that’s not repugnant.
Can it be you're too old, for all of this mess?
All that you know, has made you your best.
Wasted efforts, leave you feeling daunted.
Time has flown by, so now you're haunted.
Loves’ not here, or even near to your sight.
Loves’ hidden from view, walled by blight.
What becomes of this world, if you leave?
Will it end with the last breath, you breathe?
Can it be true, life is for the vane after all?
Have the wonders of the world, began to fall?
Each ones’ on their own, waiting for bliss.
The world has gone crazy, so mad over this!
Finding true love, is the elusive goal of us all.
Its’ eluded the best and caused many to fall.
Forever wondering now, if true love exists.
Searching through crowds, testing their kiss.
Whomever we find, will they tell us the truth?
Someday we will know, what’s real or uncouth.
Until then we search, having so many ideas,
Not knowing when to stop, or change our ideals.
Find me a prophet, so they’ll give me the answer.
Meanwhile I'll watch, as we all die from cancer,
From the despair that we feel, when we are alone.
We’re depressed to the core, stuck silently at home,
The rhythm of our souls, sounds dead to the world.
Because we wither in silence, waiting for the words...
I LOVE YOU!
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Posted: 5/8/2006 7:15:46 PM | carina, you are always welcome here, thx for posting such a lovely poem
Morefun, I have to agree with you on that, i have seen it in your thread, but i do like that version the best, 
this write i have started bout a week ago, and i finally asked for help, thx morefun, with out the help and ideas you gave me I would have never finished this write.
I miss your face,
And the way you kiss my lips,
I miss your arms,
Wrapped around my hips,
I miss your voice,
Saying how much you love me,
I just miss you,
When the nights get so lonely.
You brought me joy,
When others made me sad,
You brought me calmness,
When others made me mad,
You brought me warmth,
When the weather was cold and windy,
You told the truth,
When others have lied to me.
When you come back,
I will never let you walk out that door,
When you need love,
I will devour you with passion and so much more,
When you are sad,
I will comfort you with all that I know,
When you need me,
I will always be there quicker then the wind can blow. | |
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Posted: 5/9/2006 4:00:19 AM | ^^^ now I have had a better chance to read your poem again , angelpurrrs , I get a feeling that I can appreciate more.
To see your words and understand more fully your way of expression.
here I one I composed for a friend, I adore as a true buddy of mine
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Kaleidoscope of Love
09 May 2006
She opened a door
a door to a heart
As if she never knew
from the first kiss of start
A Buckeye view of her soul
this girl by a lake, where love was to flow
Her touch of escaping beauty
a love in destination of a firefly in glow
Night time and morning due
together, inseparable of time
Drifting in sleep, metaphors aside
this woman of flavour, her daughter then nine
Ahead not to depart, each thread to further weave
Please my love, please in all your beauty
Tomorrow will be too late, then patience
was to wait, that day of two, if only God
upon His tapestry of like knew
“When I first saw you. With your smile so tender
My heart was captured, My soul surrendered
I’d spend a lifetime. Waiting for the right time
Now that your near. The time is here at last.”
It’s Now or Never - Elvis Presley
(words & music by Aaron Schroeder - Wally Gold)
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 5/10/2006 3:19:36 AM | 5384
Breast Dressed in Wonder
08 May 2006
Lynda in beauty, Lynda in fun
Lynda with a rope of truth
a wonder woman to some
Likened unto the Last Mohican
or where dukes in Hazzard County do roam
Born in July, an Arizona girl
where beauty was wonder
her eyes a blue rich in pearl
Bespectacled as Diana Prince
more the bridesmaid of encounter
Created and recreated once again
forever eternal in wonder of name
Lynda, Lynda Carter
her heart sweet to breast
Just to know, just to understand
there was more to beauty
than the size of a woman’s chest
Lynda Carter was born on 24 July 1951 in Arizona, USA. In 1973, she won the Miss World-U.S.A title,
representing Arizona and thereafter took on the role of an actresses for the part of “Wonder Woman”,
in the TV series Wonder Woman, that ran from 1976 to 1979.
A character that it has become one of the most indelible characters in TV history.
Married twice. Her first marriage was to her former agent Ron Samuels in 1977. They were
divorced in 1982. She married lawyer Robert Altman in 1984. The couple have two children,
James and Jessica Altman.
Lynda Carter played the role of Elizabeth Shields in the 1994/1995 production of “Hawkeye”
based on the 19th century novel, James Fenimore Cooper’s “The Last of the Mohicans”.
Carter had her first appearance in a major feature film in a number of years in the 2005
big-screen remake of The Dukes of Hazzard. She also appeared in the 2005 movie “Sky High”
as Principal Powers, the head of a school for superheroes. The script allowing Carter to
poke fun at her most famous character by having her state: “How do you expect me to do
something like that? I'm not Wonder Woman.”
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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Posted: 5/13/2006 8:53:15 AM | For Patrick..
Did you know that every star
that shines in the midnight sky
is waiting there for you
as each day goes passing by?
For, they are yours for the taking -
all you need is self belief...
and the ability to see that setbacks
have solutions just beneath.
So, never let your dreams pass by
for, they are there for you to see
that, if you focus on your goals
you'll be all your meant to be.
So nurture them with all your heart -
leave all your doubts behind
and you simply won't believe
the success you then will find.
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Posted: 5/13/2006 9:16:05 AM | Again ,,,,,,For Patrick
It's my greatest pleasure to show you
All the things that I can see
As through my eyes you witness
All the beauty around me.
I take it all for granted
The hills and fields and trees
The North Sea close beside me
Seagulls dancing in the breeze.
The castle down the road a while
The river running through
The children playing in the park -
I take my daughter to.
But you my love see none of this
Cept through my eyes alone
As where you live and what you see
One can hardly call a home.
It breaks my heart to think
Of all the nightmares YOU can see
But one day soon my darling
You’ll share this scene with me.
So I write another letter
To the hellhole that’s your home
And hold your picture to my breast....
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Posted: 5/13/2006 9:35:56 PM | I DO REMEMBER WONDER MOMENT,
APPEARED YOU IN FRONT OF ME,
YOU WERE SIMPLY GLIMPSE OF VISION
AS PERFECT AS CAN WOMAN BE.
THROUGH SADNESS, DESPERATE AND LOUD
THROUGH WORRIES, MESSY LIFE, UNREST,
I HEARD YOUR VOICE I DREAMED ABOUT
AND PUT MY MEMORY AT TEST.
AS YEARS PASSED, THE PASSION EASE
IN DISSIPATION OF MY DREAMS
AND I FORGOT YOUR VOICE SO LOVELY,
YOUR IMAGE BLURRIED AS IT SEEMS.
IN DUNGEON, GLOOMY ISOLATION,
THE TIME WAS SERVED, I WAS ALONE,
WITHOUT DEITY, INSPIRATION,
WHAT'S LIFE? DRYED TEARS AND "LYBOV?"
BUT SOUL KNOWS IT'S INPIRATION
AND YOU CAME BACK AGAIN FOR ME,
AS GLIMPSE OF VISION, MY FRUSTRATION,
AS PERFECT AS CAN WOMAN BE.
MY HEART IS POUNDING, ELATION
AROSED ANEW, AND FEELINGS "VNOV"
ARE READY, DREAMS AND INSPIRATION,
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Posted: 5/13/2006 10:10:08 PM | BS
I am alone, my mind baldly
is trying loneless escape
I am alone as in the ocean
protruding land, which is a cape.
I am alone, and salty water
roll over beaches, bare land.
Not ever even single boater
will ever land on bare sand.
it's been a while as shipwrecking
left me to straggile for my life
I used to have my own decking
and lovely woman was my wife.
I am alone and storm has gone
I build my castles on the sand
and I don't see a single person
who will on cape for me to land. | |
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Posted: 5/13/2006 10:27:30 PM | White sail lonely in the ocean
And water steady in the motion,
what that it's trying to amend?
What's left it in the homeland?
The bellows play, the gusts of wind
bend mast like it's a little mint.
Not happiness what asks the sail,
nor happiness that sets it's trail.
The waves are tremble, dance and jump
and rays of sun are freely clump,
the rebel-sail asks for storm,
like in the storm, the peace is norm!
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Posted: 5/15/2006 1:02:20 PM | | bmad, thx for visiting and posting here in my thread, great to see ya here, hope you come back again, sry haven't been here writing in a while, i seem to have gotten a case of writers block again, lol | |
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