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Im with ya kblgal:) Excellent write luuuvto Keep those groovy writes comin kids Kat
Joined: 1/8/2006
Msg: 702
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/18/2006 12:09:48 PM
The Boat, and the Light House.

The boat is crafted of my heart.
The oars are carved of my soul,
and the sails are a patch work of my dreams

I set sail from the shores of this distant land
to seek my love across the sea
Wind fill these sails so, that I may reach her.

The oars touched the still waters,
I found the calm and the peace
that would bring me safely to her.

I shoved off from this lonely place.
I sensed the darkness of the ocean
that I must cross to one day reach her.

I looked to heavens to chart my course.
a storm rolled in and I heard thunder chasing the wind.
I feared the sails would be torn asunder.

I remembered the times I began to fret and doubt.
You chided me, and smiled at me.
The sails held firm and true.

I pushed harder with the oars through the turbulent sea.
I felt the danger of the surging ocean
that threatened to wrench the them from me.

All would be lost once the oars were gone.
I recalled your cool touch and warm embrace, and
my strength renewed.

The next morning I awoke surrounded by fog.
The shore was at hand.
But, unable too see.

The boat would splinter upon the rocks.
A beam shot out to light the way
A light house?

As I reached the shore,
I saw no light house
But her.
Joined: 6/25/2005
Msg: 703
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Posted: 1/18/2006 5:12:48 PM
Thank you ladies... I appreciate the compliments.

I'll let you know how the meeting goes... I'm sure it'll inspire another poem.

Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 704
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/18/2006 5:18:06 PM
The day is done, the work is through
and now we all will bid adue
for time has come to head to home
some to love some alone
and yet again the sun shall rise
and work again will fill our eyes
for we all share our common dream
to keep the cash a steady stream
to float our dreams again one day
and see them live come what may
Joined: 6/25/2005
Msg: 705
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/19/2006 3:05:46 AM


There was a fire inside me that burnt really hot
You knew how to touch my most favorite spot
You knew how to bring my body awake
I felt myself vibrate and shiver and shake
And all that I wanted was one chance to meet
Maybe for once we would've both felt complete
Our hearts might've felt something deep in each other
The passion we craved, might've soon been discovered
Our bodies could've felt each other's soft loving touch
Once we found each other it might've really been enough
And maybe we would've been so incredible in bed
The thought of our sex still burns hot in my head
Our thoughts about passion, were almost the same
But now I really think you were just playing a game
Were you always just lying, and not being true?
Was I wasting my time being honest with you?
I knew in my heart you were a phenomenal man
But now you're so distant, was that always the plan?
We never became Lovers, it was not meant to be
Our memory will fade, there was no guarantee
I offered my Friendship, it would've always been true
It was all that I wanted; I'm being honest with you
But we never became closer, and that was okay
I just wanted our Friendship to find its own way
But now I feel helpless, I must leave you alone
You refuse to discuss it; and won't call on the phone
I'm left to just speculate what you wanted me to do
When all that I wanted was the chance to know you
It's so sad that I felt that we once had so much
I really thought that you wanted my passionate touch
But I guess this is something that wasn't meant to be
I guess that it's over, you want nothing from me


Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 706
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/19/2006 6:44:40 AM
The boulder sits in the middle of the room
as lights come on and dispell the gloom
artisan hammer and chisel held
while heart and mind and hand compelled
cut and chip away debris
and when its finished it is me
dirt and moss and wear dispell
as chisel makes its marks so well
tap or pound or grind with care
the vision lost is still in there
and every passing hour in time
reveals the sight for eyes not blind
a work in progress yet undone
continues to the setting sun
while fragments may wound the hand
the artisan works and understands
and will not stop the toil of love
to see the art sent from above
from buried rock scarred and soiled
to vision grand that cant be spoiled
no rest he takes upon his task
this hope and joy to yet unmask
I am the artisan in my world
and work so see myself unfurled.
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 707
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/19/2006 7:53:29 AM
well adder, jump right in, the waters fine
Joined: 6/25/2005
Msg: 708
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/20/2006 7:34:39 AM


I can’t bear to watch this horrible demise of our words

As email returns become slower with less pleasurable content
What once was so beautiful is now so distant and sparse
Our words become misconstrued and less tolerable
I feel actual pain when you use my words against me
Laying blame for how I make you feel or not feel
Your beautiful creative juices no longer flow into my soul
Your words are now parched, unfeeling and non-existent
What once flowed so easily, so passionately, so beautifully
Now becomes dreaded and feared… something we avoid
You spend hours searching for another’s words to fill you
Hoping they will stimulate you and show promise of a better love
What once was our hope now dies this slow painful death
Into the oblivion of our delete buttons and trash folders

I can’t bear to watch this horrible demise of our world


Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 709
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Posted: 1/20/2006 8:05:45 AM
Out of the ashes of love that is gone
the sun will arise and a new day will dawn
the soul that is seeking will seek once again
the journey continues without seeing end
the labor of looking is not just a game
sifting through profiles and emails the same
its school to the heart and the mind for each one
and married or single will never be done
take what you can from the classes you take
learn just a bit from each new mistake
and go on your journey refreshed to be new
and sooner or later they will look for you
the trials and tests that we seem to have failed
that bruised our hearts and our ego assailed
bring with them lessons to heal us again
and lift us up higher and that has no end
try and see light in the darkest of night
dont curse the candle that doesnt give light
but see through the shadows the trail that you're on
and soon all the hurting will create a new dawn
Joined: 11/18/2005
Msg: 710
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Posted: 1/20/2006 8:35:06 AM
Unbelieveable Sep! Really something the way your words just flow,... I could almost sing it out,.... thats what I call quality,... and most definately a real skill with the poetic verse. And luvtolaaf,... yours are just awesome too!!! If you've read thru the thread from the start,... you will have seen my stuff. Maybe not bad but it doesn't compare to yours, thanks for yourcontributions! Dash!
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 711
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Posted: 1/20/2006 9:05:55 AM
Thanks alot...I write alot of poetry, but mostly think of it as writing on the bathroom wall almost, never told anything different, but its in me so I never quit.

I appreciate the comment. :)
Joined: 6/25/2005
Msg: 712
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Posted: 1/20/2006 1:34:53 PM

And I really appreciate your poetry separated44... you're a wonderful writer. I really needed to read your last poem exactly when I did... thanks for sharing it. You continuoulsy inspire me to try to write better.

Thank you very much for the compliment dashance.
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 713
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/20/2006 1:48:48 PM
Not to infer anything, but my last poem was inspired by the one above it, its a message to myself from myself as much as anything else.

Joined: 12/6/2005
Msg: 714
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Posted: 1/20/2006 4:42:56 PM
I Swear

I swear by the moon and the stars.
That I'll love you no matter where you are.
If you leave me,in my heart will be a scar.
If you dont I swear our love will go far.
Death will be the only thing that will rip us apart.
If this shall happen my life, to live will be hard.
I swear when you are sick for you I will care.
When together from anything we shall not be scared.
I will love you with all my heart,I swear.
As long as I'm living my soul will bring fresh air.
If my love can be stacked it will reach the end and back.
I will never give you a reason to leave and pack.
I swear to you my heart and soul.
My fantasy is to make love in a cabin while its cool.
This fantasy, you will make true and me your fool.
My love shall never be to you foul or cruel.
If you tire, for you I will make a comfortable stool.
I swear my love is kind,sweet, and true.
With my love true to you, I will never make you blue.

Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 715
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/20/2006 10:49:54 PM
Thanks for visiting kids:) Great job everyone!!..Keep em comin,Kat
Joined: 6/25/2005
Msg: 716
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/23/2006 3:25:39 AM


When I surrounded you with my Lust
Some would say you had me
But it was I who consumed you

The passion that we shared
Was like a rose that thirsts for water
Temporarily satiated but soon needing more

You claimed a part of my soul
The part reserved for intimately knowing
The gentle touch of love and the hot fire of desire

So hot was your touch
That it still burns in my memory
As being all consuming, all encompassing, so right

The way you satisfied my needs
Was like a child's first taste of candy
Totally satisfying but very soon wanting more

And when we soared ever higher
It was like the first Virgin Flight
Of an Angel who has just earned their wings

I now know our potential
And I seek to forever push our boundaries
Taking us higher and higher towards ecstasy’s summit

You filled a part of me
That I never knew existed before
A part of me that is now forever...


Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 717
Reluctant King
Posted: 1/23/2006 5:29:55 AM
Looking in the mirror I see another me
the man I was and now am not
the man who was not free
king without his kingdom I stand in my own court
I rule no subjects anymore
my workload is cut short
Do I seek another throne to help me pass the time
or simply walk away and then
just see what's there to find?
Like a lion when his pride is slain and gone before his eyes
I roar within while in the rain
and wait for sunny skies
My hands had built illusion while my life was passing by
and I dwelt in confusion
never asking why
Awake to my reflection, I drink it daily in
and live in circumspection
knowing my own sin
Passage through the valley I will make in its due time
head held high and rally
this time I will be fine.
Joined: 1/23/2006
Msg: 718
So ya wanna be a poet?
Posted: 1/23/2006 7:03:27 AM
This post is for alis kat.

I wanted to state how like Diva, Crossfade,
and many others your poetry "rocks"!
I'm not big on words, but you've got the "nack". It's all
throughout the poetry threads.

I'm not big on words, but better >>>late then never.

Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 719
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Posted: 1/23/2006 11:04:29 AM
Sprinsteenfan~Thanks for the compliment..I do what I do because Im passionate about it..Whether people love or hate my poems Ill never stop writing Separated~I loved your full of hope,inspiration and courage.luuuv2laaaf~I hope I spelled your sn right;)I like it. Its cute..Your poem is so full of romance and passion.I really enjoyed it.keep those spiffy writes comin kids.Have an amazing day,Kat
Joined: 11/8/2005
Msg: 720
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Posted: 1/23/2006 11:26:52 AM
Hi there, I'm ProudAunt2 & I just wanted to say that I've been a Poet since Feb 19,1993 & I'm even a Published Poet several different times. I love writing Poetry & sharing with others especially my family & closest friends who most of my poems are written for or about. I only write about real life things that have touched my life & I only write about the truth.Right now I'm working on my 88th, 89th & 90th poems & I'm in the process of having my 10th & 11th poems done as songs.I'd be happy to read some of poems by other poets if they would not mind sharing them with me. My poem below is one that I wrote a few months after the Sept 11th Terrorist Attacks took place in America.


If I had three words left to say
I would say that I love you.....

If this was my last day on earth with you,
I'd make sure that it really counted & I'd
Make sure that you know how much I really do care for you.
I'd let you know by saying these last three words to you....
I love you!

If I had just three words to say to you & it's
All I could breathe from the hospital bed than
Than I'd like you to know that I love you so that
You understand that I am truely here.

And if there was a gun being held to my head
And the person holding the gun was begging me to
Give up my life and/or to deny that I am an American,
Well than I would rather say nothing at all, but you'd all
Know that I would've liked to say that I love you.

And if the plane I was on was about to crash down
And I had my cell phone with me than you would
Have known what I would've said if I had only had
A chance to call all the people back at home.
Now your heart is breaking & tears are falling because
In your heart you know that you would have wished that
We could have said our proper good-byes but you know
If I could have called & gotten the chance to say anything
To you that my last three words to you would have been
That I love you.

So when I am on my death bed & I am down to my last
Breath you will know that my last three words I will be
Able to say to you will be is that I love you.

If I had only three words to say to you before my dying day
And I am taken a way then you must know that I would say
That I love you.

Author: ProudAunt2
Joined: 5/1/2005
Msg: 721
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Posted: 1/23/2006 11:36:27 AM

Not to infer anything, but my last poem was inspired by the one above it,
its a message to myself from myself as much as anything else.

I think that is much of what it comes down to, as I may write for others, yet in my own
selfish way, I also need to write and be myself. I cannot stop and consider how the other
person will be and feel after I have composed something in thought of them.

If they are touched by my words or find offence in what I may compose, even if they were
my source of focus. Nobody should ever question the poetic right just to be.
"For in the eyes of God, there is no understanding, only acceptance"(December 1995)

To Know in Hands Held

13 January 2006

It was not about looks
where beauty was to respect
For there was more to plan
a knowledge gained from within

This strong spirit of connection
listening to her thoughts span time
Who knew - yet knew in knowing
twice in reality to trace circular hearts

Of an eternal round to endure
no battle or riches to procreate
Her mind held in faith of being
open to interpretation of reality

Where art thou - thy know
trusting such to surety
The true perception of desire
to have once and always known

“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.”
1 Corinthians 13: 2 KJV

© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)

a poet who cares
Joined: 5/1/2005
Msg: 722
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Posted: 1/24/2006 9:17:03 PM
Invisible Souls

10 June 1998

Eyes open wide
the truth to hide
Does she like me
a secret love never free

Smiles are exchanged
the wedding to arrange
An invisible spirit comes forward
her heart his reward

For a moment age does not count
his soul lost on a mount
“If only,” he says
her body sways

“Yes,” he cries
before the love dies
What cannot be
a love no one will ever see

“Let love be without dissimulation. Abhor that
which is evil; cleave to that which is good. Be
kindly affectioned one to another with brotherly
love; in honour preferring one another. Not slothful
in business; fervent in spirit; serving the Lord;”
Romans 12: 9-11 KJV

© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)

a poet who cares
Joined: 11/20/2005
Msg: 723
Posted: 1/25/2006 8:05:59 AM
You promised me forever love
Called me your sweet turtledove
Oh what a fool was I
I believed each and every lie
Broken hearted, and with shattered dreams
My tears flowed like streams
An arrow through your heart I planned to draw
My plan was perfect without flaw
Vengeance was the name of my solemn vow
My intentions were sinister, I admit until now
Your heart I captured with such ease
Landed my arrow with expertise
Alas vengeance this hour was mine
I made a toast to you and sipped my wine
Suddenly I tasted the salt of a single tear
I guess I still love you or so it would appear
Your forgiveness now is what I seek
Before you I am humble almost weak
Now that I’ve hurt you and made you weep
I wouldn’t blame you for thinking me a creep
Just know this one thing to be true
Forever is how long I’ll always love you
But my darling we can’t return to the past
So this poem sealed with a kiss will be our last
Joined: 8/16/2005
Msg: 724
Posted: 1/25/2006 3:54:33 PM
Great verses everyone:)Thanks so much for visiting one of my little corners of the forums.Feel free to encourage one another as thats what this thread is for Kat
Joined: 1/17/2006
Msg: 725
Posted: 1/26/2006 3:38:45 PM
The seed that falls to see its death and welcomes in no further breath
but dies and leaves itself to naught is in the cycle yet uncaught
winter frost and pouring rain, sunshine, dew and seasons change
crack the nut and break the shell of what we thought we knew so well
and from the death and stink of rot is something else from what was not
the chute emerges from the dirt and lives again from what was hurt
and left to die on forest floor, assuming it would be no more
but now a tree has come to grow in places only it would know
for as the stalk recieves its pain and lives and grows in stronger rain
it hardens to the foulest storm becoming stronger yet not torn
and from its branches when its old a thousand seeds its boughs will hold
a thousand chances at rebirth, when once they fall to die in earth.
A word a seed, a kiss a chance, our lives of fleeting circumstance
though none would see their words decay there is still hope another day
and chances lost fall to the ground where none would think life to be found
let the wind and rain and storm and sunshine come to keep us warm
and see the chute that grows again from what we thought was just a friend.
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