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| To My Beloved
Posted: 6/23/2006 12:58:21 PM | I have another thread on depression, but this just did not fit, so here it is:
You, Me & the Keeper
Locked in a gate,
Protected by bars
My heart safely gaurded
With all of its scars
The prison is lovely
The walls are of treasure
Awaiting your coming
Of sharing your pleasure
Its keeper is awesome
He gaurds with His life
Knowing that someday
I will be your sweet wife
Waiting for dreams
Too precious to utter
Almost too much to hope for
That make my soul shutter
Of the day that I see
Your twinkling eyes
The ones that have dreamed of me
Through our lonely hearts' cries
For the touch of your hand
For the smile on your face
As we finally meet
Ordained by His grace
Our dreams are His pleasure
His heart full of delight
As He walks out His plan for us
The timing just right
Your hand grazes mine
It is almost too much
To see dreams fulfilled
In your perfect sweet touch
To know that he saw us
Our dreams in His palm
Teaching our lessons
Our impatience; His calm
The smile on His face
The gift of our love
His heart fills with joy
As we praise Him above
Thank you dear Lord
You set us aside
He is my beloved
And I am his bride | |
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| To My Beloved
Posted: 6/23/2006 5:42:05 PM | I miss your touch
your loving arms
why are you not here with me?
I miss your smile
the sound of your voice
when your whole world used to be me
I miss the twinkle
When you gazed on my face
The joy was abundant and free
I miss your fingers
how they would graze
tracing each inch of me
I miss your laughter
I miss your calls
I miss all that we had
I want it all back
I want it right now
Tell me why that is so bad. | |
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| To My Beloved
Posted: 6/23/2006 9:23:02 PM | 5489
“Missing Ya”
22 June 2006
Where life was Mississauga
as to that of Hamilton born
An element of sentiment
this way upon words to address
This shore of Toronto
where the tribal customs do greet
Ontario, this lake of surround
grasping passion, or sharing hearts
The birth of Christ, His salvation to give
a sacrifice times to its endured need
Forgiveness, yet unrepentant
each wound a symbol of hope
Faith in charity, loves pure presence
toward a new city in times dawn
A child of greater means, this heaven to grace
upon a river faded, yet given in light
Formed in 1974, Mississauga, Ontario, Canada takes in the settlements of Dixie, Clarkson,
Cooksville, Port Credit, Streetsville, Meadowvale Village, Malton, Erindale, in the Greater
Toronto Area of the Great Lakes bordered Canadian Province. All of the settlements, except
for Port Credit and Streetsville, joined to together in 1968 to form the Town of Mississauga.
In 1974, Mississauga incorporated as a City, this time including Port Credit and Streetsville,
with a population growing to around 700,000 residents.
Mississauga is Canada's sixth-largest city, located in the Peel Regional Municipality, Ontario,
west of Toronto. A part of the Greater Toronto Area, it is also regarded as one of the largest
suburban municipalities in North America. At the time of the arrival of the Europeans in the
1600s, one of the First Nations groups the traders found around the Credit River area were
called the Mississauga Tribe.
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| To My Beloved
Posted: 6/25/2006 2:25:20 PM | 5493
Shakespearian Eyes
25 June 2006
As if love was in your eyes
those of fiery green
Like a artists palette
colours God did paint
Pigments of beauty, pupils of desire
for deep inside were pools to alight
This water of Him, a Saviour to adore
The fire beyond destruction
precious as to diamonds burn
Beloved to be loved
this Avon to flow forth
A Stratford, this land Shakespeare did dwell
the land of Ontario, a Canaan in God’s hands
Avon means “river”. “River Avon” in England therefore, literally means “River River” as
does “Afon Afan” (River Afan) in Welsh. The name “Avon” comes from the Welsh word: afon
meaning “river”. (It appears that later arrivals to Britain would ask the indigenous people
what the local river was called, and were told, in the local language, that it was a river).
The etymology of Avon is the Proto-Celtic *abona, meaning “river”.
Stratford-upon-Avon is a town on the River Avon in south Warwickshire, England. The town
is considered the birthplace of poet and famous English playwright William Shakespeare.
The township of Stratford in New Zealand was originally to be known as Stratford-upon-Patea,
located on the Patea River, in the settlement having a Shakespearian theme reflected in its
street names being named from characters of William Shakespeare plays.
The Avon River is a river located in Christchurch, New Zealand. It is known by the New
Zealand Maori people as Otakaro or Putare Kamutu. It was named Avon by John Deans
in 1848 after the River Avon, Falkirk, Scotland.
Stratford is also a city on the Avon River in Perth County, in south-western Ontario, Canada.
Both the city and the river were named after Stratford-upon-Avon, England, of Shakespearean fame.
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| To My Beloved
Posted: 6/26/2006 4:36:20 AM | Your words are incrediblea as always!! Thank you.
When you look at me
What do you see
The treasure that God told me I am?
A heart that is precious
A mind that is selfless
Willing to give all I can?
Do you see breasts.
My waist and my thighs
Or do you His beauty that shines from my eyes
Do you look for ways
To get in my bed
Or ways to delve into the depths of my head?
Do you look for the chance
To manipulate me
Never considering that you debilitate me
Do you think of your body lying with mine
Or of that treasured moment when our spirits are joined
Do you see me for pleasure for lustful raw sin
Or do you fight off the lust my sweet heart to win
Are you my champion, are you part of my dreams
I cry to you Lord, my weary heart screams
Lord give me patience to wait on your heart
To look for you feel you to know that you're part
Not by my effort but by Your perfect plan
All that I dreamed of in this wonderful man. | |
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| To My Beloved
Posted: 6/26/2006 6:02:09 AM | 5495
Never to Depart
26 June 2006
A broken heart
a shattered soul
All left out
alone
Her beauty hidden
behind eyes of sorrow
Broken promises
clasped to her breast
This child and its mercy
seeing freedom
An angel, a six figured star
her emblem of triumph, over cross
An emotion, a dimple to her frown
her smile pleasant, yet undecided
As flowers of magenta
gather in her soul
A lovingness neither lost
her hope gathered to His heart
This man called Jesus
her Christ never to depart
“A Psalm of David. The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside
the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me
in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my
cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the
days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.”
Psalms 23: 1-6 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| To My Beloved
Posted: 6/26/2006 7:25:30 AM | that was great i loved evry minute of it and reading it u are great pome writting  | |
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| To My Beloved
Posted: 6/26/2006 7:34:12 AM |  i love this world i love my man and the deep things he see's in me i love the way he talks and the way we makes me smile and the way he look's at me and the way we frowns and that all tomy poem | |
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| To My Beloved
Posted: 6/26/2006 9:24:41 PM | To you My Beloved.. I know not your identity, but I know your heart. I know not your face, but I can see you looking at me.. smiling :)
Embrace me, love me
Our spirits entwined
hold me, discover me
A gift so divine
A shiver, a shudder
a breath on my neck
I see you I tremble
My composure now wrecked
So loved in oyour arms
So safe in your heart
So protected from hurt
Our souls never to part
Breathe me dear lover
Take in my flavour
Every part of me yours
To bathe in and savour
Let me sweetly surround you
Let me pleasure your soul
All of me yours
Forever to hold.
I long for the blessing
That Grace has bestowed us
So much depth in our oneness
Divine Love has showed us
Be not afraid
Walk with me my love
Accept me your angel
From God's hand above. | |
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| To My Beloved
Posted: 6/29/2006 7:22:52 AM | So many abused women. I saw a girl the other day at work that cannot figure out what is wrong with her as her fiance is abusing her. She wants to "fix" things and be abetter person for him - she says he is a good person as she weeps as to how he treats her. It made me recount the years of pain and hurt and I wrote this.
Shadows of Me
I am crumpled and broken
Where are you today?
You called me a whore
And then stormed away
What did I do to you?
How'd I offend you?
I just want to please you,
Make you happy, defend you.
Shattered, I'm crying
I must have done something wrong
Or else you'd be happy
Your love for me strong.
It must have been something
I did or I said
To ignite your black fury
To hurt your heart or your head
You call me a slut,
A****and a whore
Yelling for hours
As I quake on the floor
I cry and I weep
From the depths of my soul
I know youre a good man
You're not abusive, not cold
Why do you leave me
Shattered nd broken?
Was it how ugly I am?
Was it something I've spoken?
You call me ugly,
Psychotic and fat
How is that possible?
I can't be all that.
You make me feel worthless
Putrid white trash
Ever fearing rebuke
From your tongue's brutal lash
Something inside me
Believes you're not bd
But each time I'm with you,
I'm left shattered and sad
Can't you just hold me
Give a kind word, a smile?
Value me, love me,
Even if just a while.
I will just try harder
Surely you'll see
The woman I am
And then you'll love me | |
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| To My Beloved
Posted: 6/29/2006 1:21:34 PM | 395
On the Road to Emmaus
22 January 2000
As they trekked along
encased in a sad song
A stranger they thought appeared
whom was one they loved and deared
On this road to Emmaus past
a Scripture tale told to last
From Jerusalem they left
unaware of who was the guest
Two of them went that day
in sadness they did pray
Joined by a third
they failed to recognise His word
For their eyes were holden
as footsteps forward rolled in
That they should not know him
a love stronger than kin
“And it came to pass, that, while they communed together and reasoned,
Jesus himself drew near, and went with them. But their eyes
were holden [undecided ] that they should not know him.
And he said unto them, What manner of communications are
these that ye have one to another, as ye walk, and are sad?”
Luke 24: 15-17 KJV
[word in brackets added]
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| To My Beloved
Posted: 7/4/2006 10:46:36 AM | What a beautiful poem!!!
One night's dance
His sins cloaked around him like a garment of mire
He stepped boldly forth to take in her fire
He glanced at her beauty, "angelic" he said
He grunted hello but then hung his head
Shame engulfed him as he took in her beauty
Humble benevolance he felt was his duty
His heart so afflicted, so weary with woe,
From a life that had raped him and been his worst foe
Hope was so far from his daily routine
Yet he wanted so much this precious rare queen
He reached out his hand to ask for a dance
All the courage within him not believing the chance
She smiled at him gently and took on his grip
She saw not his sin but the smile from his lip
They stepped and they twirled their hearts in such pleasure
Each moment a gift of a lifetime, a treasure
She felt his honour, his respect and his care
He felt so humbled to be with her there
She smiled at his reverence, warmed in his arms
He trembled to hold her, afraid he would harm
He glanced around as they waltzed to and fro
Looking for others less worthy to know
Looking for one that would share in his status
She closed her eyes as his embrace was their stratus
The song sweetly ended and he parted from her
Her smile disappeared as he left in a blur
Her mind racing wildly at what had gone wrong
To him their embrace was a sweet playing song
A song played like honey upon love-hoping ears
But it ended and so did her hope and his tears
His heart again latched to the thought of his sin
Never believing his worth for this beautiful queen
Never thinking at all that he could be what she sought
Believing the lie that his soul had been bought
They parted, he danced with those of his kind
She watched with her tears, this love never to find
She knew of the value of a gentle man's heart
He believed that from nothingness, he never would part
And so the night ended, two lovers both broken
They both carried on but of it had not spoken
She never danced again, never hoped for another
To dance with her, sing with her, become her sweet lover
He danced on in empty, well-practiced steps
Her memory buried in his hearts deepest depths | |
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| To My Beloved
Posted: 7/4/2006 5:36:10 PM | 194
Morning Glory
14 May 1999
Oh how I love you
but know I can’t
Oh how I love you
but know your joy
A love made in heaven
of a pure soul
A love made in heaven
of our brother in Christ
We — the childs of God
oh how we do not listen
We — the children of our Father
oh how we do not hear
Did I tell you how I love you
perhaps I did not
Did I tell you how I loved you
no maybe I forgot
“If ye love me, keep my commandments”
John 14: 15 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
a poet who cares
This one was called "Morning Glory" because I woke up and sat up in bed
composing these words at 3 am in my morning of the day this was composed. | |
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| To My Beloved
Posted: 7/20/2006 1:29:05 PM | | Absolutely beautiful. May I copy it? | |
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| To My Beloved
Posted: 8/17/2006 1:53:32 PM | Fragrantly Favoured
A sweet-smelling flower
That sways in the meadow,
I know I'm Your favourite one
The sweet rain that bathes me,
The rich soil feeds me
Loving touch of the decadent sun.
Birds spy me from Heaven
They smile as they pass,
Knowing I'm Your prized creation
Butterflies alight on me,
Bees quench their thirst from me
Crickets serenade my elation
From one little seed,
Placed just so by Your hand,
You grew me and molded Your treasure
No matter how busy,
No matter how called on
You always smile down in Your pleasure
An exquisite delight
The work of Your glory,
So honoured to carry Your beauty
I dance with the breezes,
I careen in my worship,
Moved by my love, not by duty
Pollen so palatable
Hues rampant with splendour
A gift that I give back to you
You who created me,
You who delights in me,
I offer this beauty, to You.
Soon comes the day
When my petals will fall,
My colours will fade and I'll whither
Looms the death shroud of winter
Alone in my tomb,
Yet Your loving voice bids me "Come hither".
I come in my nakedness,
Precious beauty now fallen
You gather me in. I'm Your own.
Your oil pours over me
Your dear arms enfold me
Restored by Your love, I am home. | |
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| I Close My Eyes and I'm There
Posted: 8/19/2006 7:44:03 PM | Rainbows and popsicles
Sugar and spice
Butterfly days
That are pretty and nice
I'm a princess with ribbons
Taffeta and lace
Play make-up, hair ties
On my cute, freckled face
Mommy's clothes - I'm a damsel
Daddy's boots for the dragon
A horse-drawn carriage made from
My little red wagon
Straws for my fairy wand
Cut paper as snow
My puppy the tiger
That protects as I go
A prince in my future
But he's so far away
I'm so busy with cut outs
So busy with play
Curled up on my blankets
Reading my books
Of adventures and piglets
Of angels and crooks
Ever lost in my thoughts
Ever in my sweet dream,
A song in my head
As I sing by the stream
Lazy long days
There's so much to do
Pencils and crayons
A picture for you
A poem for my Mommy
A story for Dad
A prayer when I'm frightened
Salty tears when I'm sad
I'm glad I am happy
I'm glad I'm a girl
I'm glad I'm a princess
In my own little world | |
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| I Close My Eyes and I'm There
Posted: 8/19/2006 8:01:20 PM | ^^^ your poem is fantastically beautiful as to every word, just like the writer may I say ^^
1103
Olivia
21 September 2000
I want to be there when you are born
for me that will be something to adorn
I want to be there as you begin to walk
as I await the moment you start to talk
I want to be there to hear your first word
and watch you grow each third
I want to be there to hold you in my arms
in comfort in protecting you from harms
I want to wipe away your first tear
and celebrate your birthday each year
I want to hear your first cry
and let you know I am near by
I want to embrace you as you grow
with the love I long to show
I want to know you more than anything
when into my world God does bring
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| Lover Betrayed Again
Posted: 8/20/2006 9:40:37 AM | Lover Betrayed Again
You beckon, you call me
You whisper my name
Your sweetness luring me back
I hear you, deny you
I know what you're like
More addicting even than crack
So far away
It is easy for me
As your gentle voice lulls me to you
Your loving hands reach for me
Taunting and teasing me
Promising a night overdue
I look at you, doubt you
I know what you're like
But my resistance slowly grows weak
I submit to your lullabies
Your touch so hypnotic
I lie as you caress my raised cheek
You tease over my body
You massage me with ease
I am happy to know that you're back
My mind is now set on you
My body all given to you
Completely I am yours without lack
My breathing has changed
As you touch every part
I am yours to have all the night
Just as I give in
To the sweetest of dreams with you
You rise up, get dressed and taked flight
How is it that I
am so loyal to you
When you tease me and mess with my head
Every night I lie down
I beg you to hold me
To stay the whole night in my bed
Yet betraying again
You go to another
Perhaps a much sweeter bed
You lie with her
Sing to her, bringing her home
'Til the morning as she rests her head
Why don't you love me?
Why don't you stay?
I have always been a true lover
Yet I come back to you
Tired and begging
Your sweet dreams to go to another
Sleep you betray me
Sleep you tell lies
Sleep you do not ever please me
So stop this sad farce
Stop coming and leaving
Stay with me, don't come just to tease me
I welcome you back
To my bed once again
I am yours for all of this night
Lie back and enjoy me
Watch what you do to me
I am yours to please and delight
To all of the insomniacs
Alone in this world,
I know that you know where this comes from
If you have the answer
Just send it to me
So that Sleep will stay when he comes! | |
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| Just a Poet
Posted: 8/20/2006 4:07:31 PM | 5629
Silver Enlightenment
21 August 2006
Time has passed, since your
face has shined upon the screen
The brightness of your eyes
those colours combined and their sheen
Time being a clock, a tick tock
Just to look into your heart
to capture the wisdom inside
To look at your happiness and understanding
away from that darkness, as hidden away to preside
Time is your age, your star upon the sky
your heart beating in a rhythm
Every sense of salvation given
Time was your faith, your dealings of God
another moment to pause and feel
the spirit, the element of your light
That Easter morning of sacrifice
nails upon fingers, colours on toes
A web of enchantment, this beauty He gave
Christ your Saviour, Christ, your man in need
Time enlightened, by your face upon the silver screen
“If she be a wall, we will build upon her a palace of silver:
and if she be a door, we will inclose her with boards of cedar.”
Song of Solomon 8: 9 KJV
© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
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| This I Know
Posted: 8/21/2006 10:59:09 PM | As I look in your eyes, what do I see?
As they twinkle and glow as you're staring at me.
You are not in love. This I know.
As I feel your soft touch and your gentle caress,
Your savouring fingers, over my breast,
You don't love me at all. This I know.
As I lie in your arms, tucked into your chest,
Kisses all night on my head as I rest,
I am sure that you dont love me. This I know.
As a speak with you morning, evening and night
The sound of your voice so full of delight,
You are only saying hi. This I know.
As I come to you running with my fears and my frets,
As you trust me to tell me of all your regrets,
We are certainly just friends. This I know.
I know that I'm not one who would fall to your charms,
I know that I am not smitten as I bask in your arms,
I know you say you're not worth it. This I know.
Each time you hold me, there's devine-like intimacy,
Obviously, we're friends and not because you're into me
Don't worry - you don't love me. This I know.
As I wake each new found morning, with a stretch and then a smile
I see your loving eyes and my thoughts linger for a while
But I know that we are just friends. This I know.
As I pray each day for God to bless you & for all to be restored
Angels to surround you, and that hell only find closed doors
No, I am not in love. This I know
I know that I do love you but int's not the "in love" kind
It's the love that lasts a lifetime that's so very hard to find
But we don't love each other. This I know
I know I can't fall out of, this place I am with you
It's yours to have and bask in, to learn that someone's true
Even if you never love me. This I know
I know that this is special, you are heaven sent to me
I know that I'm your angel and that's all I'll ever be
This all could end some day. This I know
But in later years, as you're looking back,
Of this time together, you will never lack..
This gift of love that's yours - this you know.
Be blessed my dearest friend, rest in this place a while
When God brings you another, I will bless you and I'll smile
Still loving who you are. This I know. | |
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| My Safe Place
Posted: 10/22/2006 5:15:00 PM | My Safe Place
Strong arms embrace me
as I lay on my side
left arm on my ribcage
my head rests on your right
pulling me closer
drawing me in
with warmth and love
to bring the day's end
you kiss my hair and my head
inhaling my scent
your last breaths of the day
preciously lent
My weariness falls
your arms like a shield
my lover, protector
strong, sure and even keeied
your breathing gets deeper
your arms now asleep
Your love for me ever
Fortress to my heart that you keep | |
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| the journey
Posted: 10/24/2006 9:32:44 PM | Is it the journey... or is it the destination...
is it the path we choose... or where we long to be...
and i sit here... dark walls surrounding...
staring at my pictures of you... wanting to know...
if i should be happy... because i got to hold you once in my arms...
or sad... that i only got to hold you once in my arms.
is it the choices we make... or the chances we are forced to take...
is it making all the right decisions... or the wrong ones we can learn from...
and i sit here... dark walls surrounding...
imaging your lips pressed against mine... wanting to know...
what is more painful... experiencing the first kiss only once...
or knowing that there must be a last one.
and we make mistakes... and we stumble...
and we fall... and we fly...
and so i take this journey... away from the dark walls surrounding...
to take you out of this corner in my mind... wanting to know...
if no matter the journey... no matter the path
have you ever missed someone so much that it hurts...
so you are forced to take your mind off them any way you can...
cause just the thought of not being with them is like a needle in your
heart... and so you are left with the pain of a thousand needles in your
heart... every time they cross your mind.
well... that's love. and it hurts. and if it doesn't... than it's not
love.
if i would think of your face, would you know it...
if i would blow you a kiss, would you keep it...
if i would tell you I've missed you, would you believe it...
if i would hand you the world, would you cherish it...
if i would whisper i love you, would you hear it...
and if i would give you my heart... would you want it... as much as i
want yours! | |
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| Over the Wait
Posted: 11/4/2006 8:49:33 AM | What a beautiful poem FF!!!
She tip-toed 'round the corner,
Eyes of anticipation.
Her heart racing madly
Breath short from expectation
Long-awaited was this day
The one to change her life
So beautiful now in her bridal gown
Today she'd emerge a wife
Her roses were perfect;
Hues of pinks, reds and white
Her dress so dazzling,
Like her eyes so bright
The music started,
Sweet violin tones
With courage she stepped out
Unto her unknown
Her daddy's arm calmed her
As he walked by her side,
His heart in his eyes,
His child now a bride
He took her hand
Placed it in her groom's
Now with her beloved
As if alone in the room
Eyes locked intently
Saying vows of their heart
Rivers of blessing
As they make this new start
Her eyes looked to heaven
To thank God with a smile
All that she dreamed of
Her faithfulness worthwhile. | |
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| Over the Wait
Posted: 11/4/2006 9:11:27 AM | Hello Angel,
Beautiful poetry you have wrriten here...
longing, expectation... the realm of the heart 
I was surprised to find here the tracks of a friend
who is not anymore in POF but his poetry is still alive here :) | |
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| Followup
Posted: 11/4/2006 9:34:22 AM | After love and fear, there's pride;
After tears, the night;
After all the words are gone,
A chair with just one light.
After memories, the dream
That you will come home safe;
After sleep, another day
Of waiting for my life.
After hope, the happiness
Of thinking of your love;
After moments of despair,
A stone no thought can move.
After all the sacrifice,
The hunger and the pain,
The passions and the promises,
The losses and the gains,
There's nothing but my love for you,
Which waits upon the wind
To bring you from the barricades
That now you must defend. | |
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