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Posted: 6/26/2006 6:55:44 AM | Clear View in Summer
Heavy with leaves the garden bushes again
Sun, and the trees admire them, lazily.
Cabbages and carnations, drills and beds of them, droop tiredly
And far away the hills, like dry dogs, crouching, squeal for water.
Love, who is it whispers everything is in order
On this summer afternoon, when nothing moves, not even the
flis, strangely,
as we relax by the lawn, here under the pear-tree, watching idly
The leaves declining, the shadows surely lengthen.
But it won't be always summer - not for us; there are bad times
coming
When you and I will look with envy on old photographs,
Remembering how we stood, there in the sun, looking like gods,
While the days of our lives, like fruit, swelled and decayed,
And how, by the lake,
Its surface, one August evening, unchipped, walking, we laughed
As love slipped his arms through ours and we gladly followed
The path he showed us through life's valley running.
There'll be much to recall then, when, like wet lake summer
leaves,
The days under our tread don't rustle, no other summer waiting
Around the turn of a new year with rich clothes to grace us
Whose subtle beauty will have long since languished;
And Nature's flashing greenness will stitch up our hearts with
anguish
Each day when August with sunlight riddles the branches, the
leaves taking
Voluptuously the south wind's caresses
Year after dying year.
And yet the declension of each following season, each day's
defection, splits open our hope only and not our courage, safe
and sound
In the deep shelter of our awareness; the bushes and tall trees
Flourish and go down unconsciously in defeat
While full-grown man, whose pride the angels weep,
Watches love itself gutter out some dull evening, nobody around,
Winter moving in, no fuel left, the lights not working, the lease
Unrenewable, summer a seldom-remembered scat-phrase. | |
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Posted: 6/28/2006 8:01:47 PM | | thx music, that poem was definatly a musical sort. thx for sharing here and visiting my thread, hope to see you here again | |
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Joined: 3/14/2006
Msg: 1153 | |
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Posted: 6/29/2006 9:13:04 AM | Hi folks!
This is not really a poem so to speak...
I read this the other day and had to share it in this thread.
Sure you'll enjoy this one!
~~Don't underestimate...
LOVE @ first sight..
Many of us might not pass second inspection~~ | |
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Posted: 6/29/2006 10:20:14 AM | My first poem on here hope u all like it..Its like a song too....
" One Of A Kind"
If i were the world I would give you the sea
I would put the stars in your eyes,
Just to make you belive. your one of a kind of girl to me
If i were an eagle i would touch the sky for you
If i were a seagle i would fly across the ocean
and pic you up a peral and bring it back to you my girl
cause your one of a kind,one of a kind, of girl to me
If i were a dog i would run up a tree I would do anything
Just to make you belive your one of a kind of girl to me
If i were a big oak tree i would give you the shade
In the hot summer,summer sun while you drink lemmonade
cause your one of a kind,one of a kind of girl to me
If i were the wind i would give you a gentle breeze
while lay for a tan i would cureess your whole body
like an invisable hand cause your one of a kind,
one of a kind,of girl to me........
BY. John(johnnight) | |
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Posted: 6/29/2006 2:51:11 PM | There comes a certain time
when the wait is surely done
when ones heart is all but spent
and all efforts has been sent.
When ones mind is clear and open
and the heart's been only giving
When the all kindness has been taken
to be but used and then forsaken
When ones eyes are clearly opened
and the ruthlessness is seen
When no care or thought is given
through words being harshly driven
When no regret is plain to see
and no efforts to sooth thee
When all ones sees is stubbornness
no words of sorrow in cowardness
When all of this is true
then its time to start anew
Its time to put it in the past
and awaken with the due
When daybreak opens with the dawn
its time to say it straight
the respect once there is all but gone
repair is now too late
I have given to the full
my soul no more debate
it is time to set the record straight
it really is too late | |
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Posted: 6/30/2006 5:25:39 PM | The world moving so fast
Like a spiral that never ends
Constantly spinning
And one mind transcends
This crazy world
Not to be stuck here
As the world beneath
Begins to dissappear
Flying completely free
Amongst all the stars
Wishing some were there
To leave this world of ours | |
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Posted: 6/30/2006 7:01:41 PM | a wonderful write from you angelpurrrs
and all inspiring these words in me
5505
Cables to Happiness
01 July 2006
Spinning upon a universal web
this place of love weaving new strands
Across an ocean, a wire joined
cables to happiness, but not true love
Wanting and in near by hope, Canaan to heart
a southern existence, unsheltered in pain
To the wild winds, a good hope to faith
her eyes neither visible, blindness through glass
Age another presence, spirited to adjoin
half and whole, and whole and half again
Poetry in verses, emptiness unrepentant
a love unfeigned, yet never what real is
This place of love weaving new strands
spinning upon a universal web
Cables to happiness, but what of love true
across an ocean, a wire of visibility joined between
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 7/2/2006 7:00:19 AM | A Broken Vase ..........i seem to be
Unfixable and flawed
no longer able to hold the rose
as from cracks the water poured. | |
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Posted: 7/2/2006 8:30:54 AM | John, welcome to my thread, and thx for posting such a great write. Hope to see you around some more.
Music, nice to see ya back. Thx for sharing that write.
Carina, great to see a variety comin from you. Keep it going!
Poet, u always are a great poet, wish i had the talent u possess. | |
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Posted: 7/2/2006 8:33:54 AM | Heya Chica! I miss ya girl  How are things?Heres a lil write O mine...Im also dropping off a cyber cheesecake!Enjoy   Kat
Playing hide and seek with the silence
Picking a boquet of love lorn purple violets
The daisies tried to cheer them
But the sunlights warmth just cant get near them
I realize Ive walked this path before
But the clouds dont decorate it anymore
And the stately trees are tired
From holding up the sky
In that moment I realize
Sometimes so am I............ | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 1161 | |
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Posted: 7/2/2006 10:14:38 AM | Are you feeling down again Carina?..Give me the word, and I'll try to write something to cheer you up...Bob | |
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Posted: 7/2/2006 2:28:27 PM | beyond the boundaries of ones mind ,Thoughts no one can see ,Where we escape from human kind ,this is the peace of mind for me .
beyond the boundaries of realities, Where everything becomes real ,where there is no normality and you do not know how you feel.
Each ones space is a space of their own ,within the depths of their mind, Your bound within your dreams alone they're evil or they're kind.... | |
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Posted: 7/4/2006 8:18:29 AM | I sent this to someone today...and now feel 99% better..
Confusion reigns within my mind
My thoughts all tossed and torn
As through these days of pure despair
I lost the trust we’d born.
But you my love, think only grey
As doubts spring in your mind
Now I’m disillusioned and affected
With thoughts of the negative kind.
I wonder do you think of me
My thoughts and feelings too
Or maybe should I face the fact
I’ll never be with you.
If we swapped roles just for a day
Then I would like to see
What’s in your mind and in your heart
And how you think of me
I realise this is pointless as through this poem I say
Your lack of contact tells me…its time to call it a day xx | |
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Posted: 7/4/2006 2:06:55 PM | Rain streaks the windowpane
Echoes of tears I’ve shed
Rushing wind through the trees
Like thoughts through my mind
As the storm plays a rhythm on the rooftop
My heart pounds in my chest
It is the fear again
And I struggle within its grasp | |
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Posted: 7/7/2006 2:42:51 PM | | I dont really feel like writing, i have no means for anything, I just wanna crawl in a small hole, where I can cry my eyes out, I can't really eat anything, my throat hurts way to much to eat, speak or even sleep, yes I said sleep, I can't sleep right now, I'm miserable, and it feels like there is a very small little man inside my neck kicking at my tonsils and trying to tear them out. It hurts way to bad. | |
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Posted: 7/8/2006 11:18:49 AM | Life is what you make it, so they say
Be brave and take what comes your way
And if you are lucky it's not all bad
Not everything will make you sad.
Sometimes it seems it's uphill all the way
So many problems in just one day
Then something happens to make you smile
It's then you know it's all worthwhile
If the world could be a better place
If we could be proud of the human race
Not always taking but sometimes giving
Maybe it would be worthwhile living.
If everyone just gave a thought
About the good things we've been taught
Treat all mankind as you know you should
Just try a bit harder to be kind and good.
And when you are old, you can look back
And know that you tried to keep on track
Your days may not have all been bright
But you have tried to do things right.
When the time comes for your life to cease
Then you can leave in perfect peace
Knowing that when you look down from above
That you have left behind some love.
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Posted: 7/8/2006 6:41:06 PM | Painfully sore throat
Just kept getting worse each day
So come on lets go
Is what my dad had to say
He drove me to the hospital
Where I laid in a bed
Since I couldnt talk
He was my voice instead
I'm glad he was there
To give me that comfort
When my throat
Wouldnt stop the hurt
They took some blood
And gave me some medication
To help the pain
And inflammation
I am glad my dad took me
For I felt so much better
I can smile and talk once again | |
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Posted: 7/14/2006 6:13:07 PM | | just sayin hello to everyone here, been a little while, had a rough bit w/ the whole sore throat thing, but other then that I am quite well | |
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 1170 | |
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Posted: 7/14/2006 9:11:55 PM | "I sent this to someone today...and now feel 99% better.."
Wow! This is awesome..You have such passion..I am glad that you share your thoughts/emotions....Bob
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bobby7
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Joined: 3/22/2006
Msg: 1171 | |
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Posted: 7/14/2006 9:14:43 PM | I was listening to a song that was so sad,
I just had to write a few extra verses, Hence, this poem..
But I don't know what to name it...
Untitled..by Bobby7
Born to lose, I’ve lost your love, it seems
Yet, every night, your face is there in dreams
When I awake, I know that it is true
I’m born to lose, and I know that I’ve lost you
Born to lose, my mind can’t comprehend
That I no longer have you as a friend
You were all the happiness I knew
Born to lose, and now I'm losing you
Born to lose, tell me why should I go on
When everything that I held dear is gone?
I don’t think that life is worth this pain
Born to lose, and I have lost again
Born to lose, there’s nothing I can do
That will ease the pain of losing you..
I think it best that I just end it all
Born to lose..I hear deep waters call | |
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Posted: 7/15/2006 6:49:35 PM | | thx for sharing that bobby, I love reading your work here in my thread. Just droppin off a few cyber cheesecakes to share with everyone. | |
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Posted: 7/15/2006 6:53:55 PM | This might be for my new found fondness of British Columbia,
but I though you might like these words as well
5519
Cuteness Inside
11 July 2006
Her eyes, her face
her smile, the cuteness inside.
This beautiful child God made,
where deepness was softness
and understanding was sweet
Her soul, restless, yet rejoicing,
as if everything rested upon a starlit night.
Far away, in that place between her eyes,
deep within a mind, so pure to ponder.
Her lips, her preciousness,
a gem of verdite to respond.
She was everything to that of joy,
a smile for pleasure, an understanding for love.
Destiny and destination, the soul, the truth,
the child, the mother, her gentleness profound.
The tale of a picture, a photograph upon the wind,
her eyes, her face, her smile and her cuteness inside
“And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries,
and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove
mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. Charity never faileth: but
whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues,
they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For
we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when that which is
perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. When I
was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a
child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we
see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part;
but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith,
hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
1 Corinthians 13: 2, 8-13 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares | |
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Posted: 7/16/2006 5:52:47 PM | Her eyes sparkle like two diamonds
Reflecting back the love she knows
For the one man who has her heart
Her world can finally begin to compose
She sleeps so peacefully
With her face full of smiles
So deeply in love she remains
Knowing she has to face so many trials
Marriage is the next step she will face
And she refuses to even look back at her past
Even though she has nothing to hide
She looks forward to the future at long last
He looks down at her and kisses her lips
Knowing he found the one for his heart
As he takes her in to his arms for a cuddle
This is where he wants to stay never to part
ok, that is tooo gay, lol | |
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Posted: 7/16/2006 10:37:31 PM | I am not sure about the "tooo gay" comment as you put it, angelpurrrs,
because in my mind your words of verse are just so perfect to truly touch the soul within
As if poetry is not aways about the poet's reason for writing the poem
as much as what others get from getting to read the words of the poet. Bravo! | |
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