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Adoration Afar
12 November 2005
One day away
from what will be
Blue skies - an ocean
and a sea
One day from you
in hours almost to count
Yet the desire of adoration
was true in every way to amount
Where a heart beats in your name
and the rhythm was pure to sweet
For one day - in the eyes of God
both shall dwell to beckon a treat
Your eyes transfixed upon distance
to those in vision peering back
This one day you and thy
will be united to enjoy
a pleasant tasting
morsel to snack
"He that loveth his brother abideth in the light,
and there is none occasion of stumbling in him."
1 John 2: 10 KJV
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Ode to a Canadian Heart
11 August 2005
Ode to a Canadian heart
were blue skies do shine
This in verse of a poet
captured like a
photograph to time
Away in a manger
and no crib for a bed
Those words painted to visa
when all done in colour read
This smile in rock-wood to paper maid
an Eden to gather in flowers to rose
An Ontarian paradise to Toronto await
far from London in essence flows
With summer basket of gift to fruit
from Lake Erie to Georgian Bay
Why it was she in spirit was this muse
was as to drying grass - pasture to hay
"And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling
clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them
in the inn. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring
you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. Glory to
God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men."
Luke 2: 7, 10, 14 KJV
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Wonders of Life
12 November 2005
To give - to live
to seek and hope
this understanding
now bring me the rope
A poet who cares
but wonders what for
Was there more to life
in giving ever and ever more
Why do I do this to myself
why should I be the one to care
Because in others - the truth
can be more ragged in outlook to bare
This nakedness of soul
open to wounds of cut and hurt
Why do I do this to myself
if others treat me like dirt
"Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure."
Tender is the Night
F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896 - 1940)
US novelist
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The Day After Yesterday
12 November 2005
In a world to remember
death to soldiers not yet born
This avenue of ending
now many tears in volume cast
A November knight
in memory of veterans past
Names etched in gold upon concrete
blood red in droplets shed to earth
Human suffering and true flesh
ripped from the womb of mankind
Their bones scattered in burial
held in thoughts unknown in mind
Those fathers who never were
and others whom were not to see
Children born to the unborn
and taken into a world unclothed
Uniforms gifted in payment
of flag draped coffins closed
This day after yesterday
and a future to arrive
Guns loaded - ammunition ready
to greet the soul of fresh air
Upon an atmosphere of spirit
all derived on entity and fear
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We Shall Remember Them
11/11/1918
The End of "The War to End All Wars"
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In Voice to Inspire
12 November 2005
When the sunshine
reflects upon a heart
Each string plays a tune
to listen to the reign and smile
Where destiny was a way of life
for every day was like no other before
This place of love meeting soul
together twice as two in one
Future plans discussed as toward tomorrow
with memories of happiness found to hold
Those days of past in a passion to embrace
hands held and grasped in unification borne
These tears not in sadness of a beating heart
the call of a wilderness heavenly to ponder
A place of escape where in a brief moment
your voice and understanding merge
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Ontario Heart Shine
13 October 2005
In the heart of Ontario
Woodstock to Hamilton on the road
Near by Bell Homestead
and elevation - Seven Hundred and Six feet
Like two fish joined at birth
Where loaves of bread
came as miracle worth
Baskets of fruit - delivered across the world
The flag of Maple Leaf - blowing
in the wind - unflustered and unfurled
Blue skies of Brantford
neither holden to sight
Carbon copies of childhood dream
To eyes with a smile that does gleam bright
In 1925 a committee was formed to began research of possible designs for a national flag.
To replace the existing Canadian flag of the time. A task that was never completed and
was resumed again in 1946 with a similar mandate. In receiving submissions for more than
2,600 designs. Only the Parliament of Canada was never called upon to formally vote on a
design. When early in 1964, Prime Minister Lester B. Pearson informed the House of Commons
that the government wished to adopt a distinctive national flag. With the 1967 centennial
celebration of Confederation approaching.
In October 1964 with three possible designs selected - a Red Ensign with the fleur-de-lis and
the Union Jack, a design incorporating three red maple leaves, and a red flag with a single,
stylized red maple leaf on a white square. To eventually decide upon a single maple leaf
design. In utilizing the colours of red and white proclaimed as Canada's national colours by
King George V in 1921.
The official ceremony inaugurating the new Canadian flag was held on Parliament Hill in
Ottawa, Canada on February 15, 1965. The Canadian Red Ensign, bearing the Union Jack
and the shield of the royal arms of Canada, was lowered and then, on the stroke of noon,
the new maple leaf flag was raised. With the gathered crowd singing the Canadian national
anthem, ‘Oh Canada’ and followed by the royal anthem ‘God Save the Queen.
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wow....you are very good.
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that is why I am the WOW Poet - self taught and selfish
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Whiskey Oscar Whisky [WOW]
22 August 2005
One beautiful girl
one understanding smile
All in honesty
knowing what was true
You bring out the roses in me
along with the ocean and sea
Two people in love
together as if meant to never part
Those not so sunny days
walking upon the beach
heart to heart
Three unified in blood
where mother and child count
Enhanced in happiness
brought in from out of the rain
Forever an eternity to live void of shame
"Good friends are like stars
You don't always see them,
but you know they are always there"
Unknown
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Heaven in Your Eyes
20 September 2005
WOW she said
in a breath and a gasp
For He was the master
and she was his path
He may not have been Tom Cruise
and he did not have a Harley Davidson
But he knew in his heart
she and he were kin
Her name may not have been Kelly
yet he was all of being a ‘Top Gun’
Or was it that in him
she was too afraid to run
His heart all a tune to heights fly
in a world turned upside down
Where her hazel eyes were an
aroma of chocolate - blue and brown
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you are too much.
you are too good and fantastic with your creative style.
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Thank you for your comments pmaster2002us
I do not write poems - I play with words - write bad grammar and destroy the English language - and do not care about rules of what a poem is meant or not meant to be - you get out of one of my words - not the meaning - but the feeling of reading it - start at the top - read to the bottom and then ponder over the first thought that comes into you mind - do not try the think what I was thinking about - relate to what you are made to think about as a result - and how you feel inside - happy, sad, confused - upset -
just take it as it comes
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God Created the Internet!
24 April 2005
How loving with this GOD
many in faith - hope and desire hold
For was it that before the coming of man
on the moon such a tale was to be told
For God created the internet
in such of his loving way
When in London one man’s birth
did to the world gift void of pay
As if it had been an amateur
in packets of radio signals
more made prominent
in radiance of war
Like that to man’s invention
of revolution and the mighty wheel
While the consensuses could have been
why was it this had not been thought of before
Sir Timothy John "Tim" Berners-Lee, KBE, [born 08 June 1955] is the inventor of the World Wide Web [along with Robert Cailliau] Berners-Lee was born in London, England, and attended Emanuel School in Wandsworth. He was an alumnus of the Queen's College of Oxford University, where he built a computer with a soldering iron, TTL gates, an M6800 processor and an old television. It was also at Oxford where after he was caught hacking with a friend, he was subsequently banned from using the university computer.
In 1980, while an independent contractor at CERN, Berners-Lee proposed a project based on the concept of hypertext, to facilitate sharing and updating information among researchers. With help from Robert Cailliau he built a prototype system named Enquire.
He later used similar ideas to create the World Wide Web, for which he designed and built the first browser. The first website Berners-Lee built
[and therefore the first web site] was first put online on 06 August 1991.
(The Internet and World Wide Web having different origins)
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The Natural State
12 November 2005
From Little Rock
to Fort Smith
Adding up to
‘four oh’ on the road
A path in the eye of
the beholder to go
Crossing the state of
Arkansas on the wave
Flanked by Tennessee
and Oklahoma
With Texas to the
bottom left
Edging down to
Louisiana
Wedged between
Missouri and Mississippi
in being a guest
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Heaven in Heart
12 November 2005
There was a blue eyed blond girl from
British Columbia who was cute and sweet
From the top of her head
to the tips of her feet
Her height that of a poet’s shoulder in count
like into her eyes was a soul to view
This destiny of chaparral to discover
like it was an outcome fresh and new
When each hour was but a second
a world away from Victoria to think
On Vancouver Island in a place of sanctuary
where Katie waited patiently dressed in pink
Her hunger for fruits of the earth abound
to those days of not being alone at heart
Where heaven was her beginning
and in union her way of life was to start
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What can someone compose in 6 minutes and 47 seconds? The answer my forum buddies is upon this page of inscription. Only there goes the question of effort - like to the closing statement of my verse -
While in 6 minutes and 47 seconds (I know this because I made the decision to do something I had never done when I set a stopwatch before I began to record the very words that were already by then repeating from within my mind) I did stop to listen - wiped away all other forms of thought and transfer each word into its written form.
First there was one line and the next, and surprising for me the title of this works was what transpired shortly there after. Often I would pause over this brief period and return to the top of the page in reading each of those words one more time. As line upon line they increased in value - then I stopped once more to listen for another word to come down.
So did I write this myself - in the physical realm - I cannot deny such tactic - I cannot back away from what will feature below in relation to my own subconscious?
Then what does a person do, if upon placing the final line - or even before those words are transferred from a still small voice into the visible outcome obtain by backing away from what has been presented to them in its final concluded form.
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Oh Where
02 March 2005
Where does the danger begin
and life take on its own quest
Given there is Monday to Saturday
with one day known as “the day of rest”
Oh how I think about stars in the sky
where this place of tomorrow doth come
To be there a day of my own life
transformed in union of one
An ode to hope
desire and a dream
across an azure sky
Leaving my own comforts
now this you may wonder why
Idaho - oh Idaho
or Florida near the sea
On a beach somewhere
just only you and me
© 2005 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)
"Thou hast also given me the shield of thy salvation:
and thy right hand hath holden me up, and
thy gentleness hath made me great."
Psalms 18: 35 KJV
Did I compose the above? Did I truly mean what it says? Of one of these questions I can
answer, the other is almost as if you have already realised upon that answer. Is my world
moving too fast for me? Of the last few days to the conclusion of this week – perhaps it is.
Not that I have not been down a similar driveway before, not that I have had to face up to
a metaphor of such indication. In creating what I call a fireproof memory,
because flames to paper – or a delete key would be a solution to such dilemma.
poettothecars
*There is another answer to that of interpretation-does it have to be you,
or God, for wheresoever I go, the Savior would be at my side!!! - and this did not come to me by way of the same still small voice, until some time had passed from the composing of my completed works. Where not a word was ever changed in the act of composing to now. Yet such an answer is in the choice of scripture I was given to make, and this in general is how I have written the majority of my material all these years past.
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Torn in Heart
13 November 2005
When the one you love
walks away and silence does reign
Then the road forth was never
to be that of being the same
For him or her - or both each way
caught up at a stop sign
not knowing which direction to turn
A quietness to the heart - left beating alone
every rhythm empty to a passion to burn
Torn in two and ripped inside
unable to control emotions tied
Could it be all night a tear was
that over mercy to have cried
His thoughts drifting to wonder why
while in her was there point to blame
What of a word capital with an elle
this life of living unable to reclaim
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Canadian in Between
15 October 2005
Some Canadians are great - others are fun
Some Canadians are
brothers - sisters and a mum
Peoples of province and not state
Were "you" was a letter in the alphabet
and God created the winter - spring and sun
For even a Canadian was Rachel’s mom
A land populated in sign of relief
This maple of flavour to those
who prize the colours of red and white
Where wonder was a happening
and beauty was in contrast bright
From Vancouver Island to destinations unknown
Each step another to put right
Pacific to Atlantic and Hudson Bay in between
British Columbia - Alberta - Saskatchewan
Manitoba - Ontario - Quebec
Newfoundland - Atlantic Provinces
with the Yukon and Northwest Territories to account
Along with a heritage of ‘Oh Canada’
and ‘God Save the Queen’
On Canada Day, July 1, 1980, 'O Canada!' was proclaimed the National Anthem of Canada, 100 years after it's debut performance in 1880 for St. Jean-Baptiste Day celebrations. Composed by Calixa Lavallée, French lyrics were written by Sir Adolphe-Basile Routhier. Many English versions followed, but the current 'official' lyrics are based on a version written in 1908 by Mr. Justice Robert Stanley Weir.
The official English version, includes changes recommended by a Special Joint Committee on the Senate and House of Commons in 1968. When Composed in 1880 by Calixa Lavallée, a simple music teacher in Quebec, the history of ‘Oh Canada’ was one of obscurity and revival until 1968
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Angel in his Dreams
18 September 2005
What does a poet do
in the middle of the night
Does this poet compose another works
or think about turning out the light
To go off to bed and sleep all alone
not wanting too - but not ready
to live a life - staying next to the phone
Sleep sweet poet - sleep and dream of her
May be some day will come that
she will really - really be there
Life - love and happiness too
Deep in a sleep of happenings
not wanting to awake
But instead choosing another night with her
this angel who in his dream - he does escape
"And the LORD God said, It is not good that the man should be alone;
I will make him an help meet for him. And the LORD God caused
a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept: and he took one of his
ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof; And the rib, which the
LORD God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her
unto the man. And Adam said, This is now bone of my bones, and
flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken
out of Man. Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother,
and shall cleave unto his wife: and they shall be one flesh."
Genesis 2: 18, 21-24 KJV
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Heaven Gave an Angel
01 October 2005
To her of a dream
to her whose heart was so
Her love - her kind - her being
her hazel eyes in beauty seeing
Yesterday - tomorrow - today
was that she did from her heart say
For what was a poet without a muse
or was this simply his given excuse
To her - the poet does express
to her the poet openly does address
Were there rules to rhyme
was God ever the One on time
Heaven gave an angel
and God looked back
Heaven gave an angel
for she was all of that
"If tomorrow never comes, would you still belong to me
Guess I’ve always known it was meant to be
We took a second chance on love and it carried us away
Now it’s getting’ stronger day by day"
lyrics of Edge of a Dream—
Writers: Jim Vallance and Bryan Adams
#69 - Billboard Hot 100 Singles Chart /
November 1984 (7 weeks on the chart)
Recording Artist: Joe C.ocker
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This Brown Eyed Girl
15 November 2003
Her beauty echoes
in an image of the mind
As if thoughts of
God’s consideration were unkind
For she was a lamp
upon his light
Yet surrounding her was
a dark shadow towards the right
In the likeness of
a world unsteady in faith
Far from capturing her heart
in an effervescence of grace
This stillness a shattering moment
fought out in a conscience to endure
Of a beauty reflected
in a golden aura pure
"And Elijah came unto all the people, and said, How long
halt ye between two opinions ? if the LORD be God,
follow him: . . . . And the people answered him not a word."
1 Kings 18: 21 KJV
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Brown Eyed Blues
29 February 2004
When she was in his arms
he held her close to his heart
Just to be sad at the instant
one of them was to depart
For away from her
he was but himself in kind
Then she would be there
in memory locked within his mind
Her image an item
not as much alone
Yet he could not be there
to walk her home
For love was a type of
measure in a desire to give
Only she and him were
unlikely to be partners
in any union to live
"For . . . through the grace given . . . to every man
that is among you, not to think of himself more highly
than he ought to think; but to think soberly, according
as God hath dealt to every man the measure of faith."
Romans 12: 3 KJV
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