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Posted: 10/22/2009 12:02:05 AM | if you have speakers
and a mind
then connect them together
when the rain finally comes
after many months
after all it is ashcroft
and only chinese elms
and manitoba maples
seem to egress along the
sides of these lots
where we live together
and think and dream
or cook | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 3:10:23 AM | (t..always a joy to see you!)
her delicate white flowers
yield to roundness
of sweet orange flesh
hanging from tree
ripening long
into winter's
night
my persimmon tree
nourishes, healing chi
sweetly | |
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Posted: 10/23/2009 5:10:22 PM | Rosie... after reading yours I just had to put this here.
i would pick you
but i've only touched
your fuzzy flesh
like rose-gold peaches
from the tree
i would pluck you
from winding vines but
only now have i
smelled your burgeoning
aroma sweet
my hand would pull you
from the orchard
but not quite are you
the rosy apple capturing
my silent eyes
oh, i have squeezed you
and your vibrant skin
belies the ripening juices
trapped beneath the surface
of your smile
i'll have the harvest
when it is nigh and ripe
and every taste you've
offered in intimate embrace
falls ripe for mine
LC (c) 1992
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/24/2009 5:52:26 AM | once again luri...absolutely beautiful...thank you for your post~
today is a busy day for me and my family...but i need to go out to the garden and gather her offerings..
my garden
awaits to nourish
tomatoes 'til frost
carrots dug deep
chard awaiting
to be picked again
leeks and peppers
to flavor soup
yes, soup!!
today
that is how i will
start my day..
with soup! | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/24/2009 7:46:07 AM | my garden is soup
once again torrential
rains gather molecules into
puddles between the rows
all is abed but the vines
burgeoning with purple orbs
...ah....grape soup
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/24/2009 8:43:33 AM | In a ritualistic manner
I peeled and placed
the last potato fresh from the garden
into winter's first pot of soup beans... | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/25/2009 12:01:14 PM | when threads are tethers
words are razor sharp scissors
what bite through our hopes
thoughtless words harmless?
thrown stones what bruise phsyche's hold
a manner of heart
a pool's reflection
bitter water never drink
a soul gazes back | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/26/2009 7:10:59 AM | thank you ladies...i always enjoy your words...
no longer will i cry
by what he says or does
i can love unconditionally
without expectations
allowing him to simply be
she gave a protective shield
to place over my giving heart
to keep it healthy and whole
no matter what he does
i can love without
drowning in pain
(actually this is a work in progress...when the moon is fool and i'm full of emotion..all bets are off!!) | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/26/2009 8:09:39 AM | In a typical manner,
I assumed that was the last potato
however there are two more stems and leaves
poking up
I hope they are big... | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/26/2009 9:13:03 AM | What did I do
that I had to
choose between two loves?
Why did I choose
knowing I'd lose
affections thereof?
Who had made you
feel all was through
with my choice hereof?
When did you know
that you would go
if I chose above?
Where would one be
without Life's Tree
and His Holy Dove? | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/26/2009 5:26:43 PM | Never did say I had a knack for witty words
they roll off my tongue like a string of shytty turds
some peoples' prose has the lilt of pretty birds'
mine's like acid and milk forming itty bitty curds
my poems hold together about as well as kitty herds
but don't feel sorry for me unless you pity nerds | |
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Posted: 10/26/2009 8:22:59 PM | i pity you iceaxe nerd or naught
your words tend to get caught
between shyte and shynola
so hit the pub and drink a cola
i am joking of course
do not follow in discourse
or spit on my threads
when you really need new beds | |
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Posted: 10/26/2009 10:01:57 PM | if I could afford a yacht on a fiord
and if I could have you for first mate
I'd raise the sails and avoid the gales
and engage you in a debate
do gulls fly south with open mouth
gullible flying fish for to fetch
do orcas dive from nine to five
then lie on the seabed and stretch
your reply nay or aye instead of a sigh
could be or could not be telling
and if the wind goes slack i'll take a new tack
towards where the waves are swelling | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/27/2009 4:48:19 AM | one only wonders why my thread is grace with the presence of such gentle men!
thank you all for posting...
axe...reminds me of the ol' limerick daze!!
if i died this very moment
i'd die with a smile on my face
my tummy is full of tikki marsala
for that there is no disgrace
daisy's snoring sweetly on my bed
e is asleep in the purple room
my mind is well feed with interesting words
at last it's beginning to bloom
cakes is moving along with her life
in a way of her own choosing
'a' and his family are swimming along
always so amusing
granny spent a day at the wedding
feeling only 75
hearing her snort and smile away
damn i'm glad i'm alive
and when trouble rolls along
as it sometimes will
i deal with it the best that i can
no longer do i become so ill
knowing life is a fleeting moment
never to be regained again
i look at my life and smile inside
grateful for where i've been | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/27/2009 5:00:57 AM | I like men that write poems,
But, jamesless, you're shameless
and wouldn't you know it?
That your pee-wee's gonna rot off
should you continue your wicked ways
That you will never be satisfied truly
unless it's in loves embrace
So you continue running wild
Stealing halos and smiles
Never seeing that the life you defile
Could have been the one who went the extra mile
Yet, you are pleased with your conquest
In fact, brag and put them to "paper"
I appreciate your honesty
But a reality check you do need
For it matters not
if it's man or woman
When they're whoring around
it's really love they've been searching
and I really shouldn't write
especially before coffee
For I've found it tends to bring out
the judgmental side of me...
damn the bad luck
everyone have a great day
I mean, what the f ... | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/27/2009 5:16:42 AM | learned long ago..
lest said, soonest mended
rarely do i give
attention
to the 'shameless'
without tongue in cheek
let them speak
words don't have weight
unless we give it
(so i will have some tea...and breathe deeply...looking at the dawn!) | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/27/2009 5:31:17 AM | What is it 'bout death we fear?
Why do we hold life so dear?
Where is it we go from here?
Who determines end's frontier?
When is it we reappear? | |
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Posted: 10/27/2009 2:16:50 PM | your all getting to deep. i felt the urge to bring this over.
less pasties and g's would be heaven
in an underground with no materialistic mirror.
why tunnel to score a chore while sore?
dont we know it ends up a bore?
language hitting indirectly
tooling the tounge of the dragon
surrounded by bunnies divorcing history from law
who needs a head full of fur mouth anyway?
as hope falls feral into infernal hell wit nutin to do
no reason to meet up with somethin'
that always wants to do somethin' else.
bare my arse in public someplace for laughs
as the elephants are running scared from mice
a death wishing wish doctor just ate a hive of bees
waiting for the bang of the gavel on gravel
judging the train wrecks and freak shows
the chanting mass cheers and awaits
the next beastie feastie buzzing fuzzy deluge.
i wanna hear more about neil | |
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Posted: 10/27/2009 9:53:09 PM | joro dear friend...
ALWAYS a pleasure!!!
neil
is the man
the alpha dog
with a heart of gold
we sang to harvest moon
down by the river and
when adam sandler
sang duet with
the man
it was heaven
all over again!! | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/27/2009 10:46:30 PM |
sweetly i dream
of here and now
not forever
and this dream-like state
proved that the grass was just as green
when our feet were planted there
hopes mixed with gratitude between
the toes of a rose
and the ashes of the past
breathed hope into the air...
we stood there, steadfast
I liked that, there, Rose...
(feeling a little better...thanx for the 'mom-like' advice ;))
Love ya bunches | |
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Posted: 10/27/2009 11:45:42 PM | awww ash...it's great to see you back in da pond!
yeah...can't help the mom-thing...(sorry!!)
you know, at my age you'd like
i've got it...but to tell you
the truth..i am only
starting to
get it!
love you sweets! | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/28/2009 5:07:49 AM | "Just get over it," they say
I wish I could find a way
Living with it day by day
Memories won't go away
Medication helps to sway
Many feelings of dismay
But they do fail to decay
The loss that one does survey | |
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Posted: 10/28/2009 5:59:52 AM | (ash..lovely to see you again sweets..typos in the 'poem' i left...please forgive...let me try it again!)
yeah...can't help the mom-thing...(sorry!!)
you know, at my age you'd think
i've 'got' it...(the secret of life)
but to tell you the truth...
(the way i understand
it a least!) i am only
beginning to
get 'it'!
(whatever 'it' might be!!!)
love you sweets!
(u..thank you for your words..morning is my time...words flow more easily)
memories fade
into gentle light
during the longest nights
of pain
breathing deeply i do find
sometimes i get lost in time
of what was
slowly i am able to accept
my life now without regrets
knowing memories
brought me to be
who i am | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/28/2009 3:13:03 PM | For the first time in a month
I didn’t see the sun rise
Over Malpeque Bay this morning
Where draped across the mouth
The appropriately named Curtain Island
Breaks the fury of the Atlantic surf
Allowing old men in wooden dories
To tend their oyster beds
While a thousand miles inland
I lingered in mine
Back to reality
Far from the bright red mud
Closer to her now
Or perhaps further
Like all the important questions
This can’t be known with certainty
Does she look for a window
Or through one
Can an incorporeal man
Really make a place in such a heart
Naturally Karl took good care
Of the castle in my absence
Beyond the moat the capitalist hoard
Relentlessly chanted the praises of competition
But he insisted
From each according to his abilities
To each according to his needs
Not the survival of the fittest
But the fitting of as many as possible
For survival | |
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| ~lost in thought or flight of fancy~
Posted: 10/28/2009 4:38:41 PM | the first chill day that hits the desert air
is like a long lost friend
showing up on your doorstep
and pinching your nose
til it runs
and you slap him a high five and hope
he will stay and hang for awhile
maybe have a spiced cider or two
jack frost he's not, but perhaps joe cool
and he brings a gift of overcast
so I can give my shades a rest
and maybe even a smattering
of welcome wetness
that awakens the smell
of creosote
in my runny nose | |
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