| The Age Of Innocence
Posted: 4/14/2009 7:33:39 PM | (First posted Om's Psalms)
Hey babe you’re not getting old
I remember my Father’s face
When the Beatles came on
With hair flying and drums pounding
I watched his fingers to see if they found the beat
The I remembers could come out of the mouth
Of a five year old who found a caterpillar
On the sidewalk and thought it would make a great toy
For the family cat
The I remembers could be touch football in a field of leaves
With rosy cheeks and tree climbing knees
A hot bath waiting upon return
The candle lit beside the tub when the power went out
We aren’t getting old
It’s all a frame of mind
Ask my Mom who is 86 and would love to find a man
And get laid. | |
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| The Age Of Innocence
Posted: 4/14/2009 7:35:39 PM | (First posted in Brizo's)
Mother and Daughter
To measure success in an hour glass
Of proverbial Beatitudes
Is the drink of youth colliding with formality
To feel at peace inside this made up world
Of our fathers is
To reach out and stroke the mask of realism
All things must grow in order
Of the laws of nature
The caterpillar who has wings can fly
Darling the world is always revolving
On its own axis
And each of us finds our own pace
Youth is full of vim and vigour
I hope one day you will understand
It is not your place to nag
Nor yours to judge
We are so different my baby
And yet the same
I look into your eyes and see your father’s dreams
Not mine
I opened the Holy Grail
It taught me diversity not formality
I told you to grasp your dreams
And hold on tight
Be who you are and pay homage to your core
But please stop and examine life
Through your eyes and know
I will always accept you
As the mother who will bend down
And stroke the face of a homeless child
I will always be your heart. | |
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Posted: 4/14/2009 7:37:16 PM | (First posted in Om's Psalms)
She tossed the daisy up into the air
It hovered on the horizon
As a burnt orange sacrificial lamb
Vulnerable and raw
Without the protective shell
The vision penetrated deep inside my consciousness
Always does when the moon is full
And the hue a hunter’s paradise
Gentle maiden sweep the plaguing thoughts
From my brain and let it be reborn with an open mind
And clean slate
My daughter says I’m a dreamer
Too much so, but that is her problem
She doesn’t know how to escape
From her one grey hair and her brains sequence of order
September children are a different breed
Realists, agnostics, scientists, atheists
They haven’t found the inner core
Where the dreamer’s moon touches a nerve
Being a moonchild is aligning with the planets on their course
We know our place in the universe and are content
To be who are were meant to be
An open wound of a dying soul on the edge of a revelation. | |
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Posted: 4/14/2009 7:41:11 PM | (First posted under moon poems)
Diving head first into the moon
At variable times along the shores of life
Dissecting and consecrating its existence
I squirm along the chasms of the unknown core
Tasting its cylindrical vitality
On the tip of my tongue and rolling it over
Swallowing it with eyes closed
For a sequential journey into a different time
Letting the music of space carry me along on the edge of darkness
The moon never lies to me
Nor lets me down
It does not hide the truth in veils or clouds of deception
A mirror of the sun
Crest of armour
Talisman of peace
Dancing gaily in the sky
It does not weep
As her shadow grows
Malignant with the sweeping hands of time
Contouring shapes and colours of an artisan
Molecular inversion
As my eyes become the crayon
My soul stirred into eternity
And my heart on fire
As the tide ascends gracefully
Inside random thought. | |
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Posted: 4/14/2009 7:56:18 PM | I was early
The office was sterile
No visible windows
I need windows
Can’t work without them
This wasn’t an interview
Although I conducted it as one
And turned it around
Did the young man behind the desk like his job?
Within five minutes he was telling me his story
And I sat back, folded my hands and listened
Should have charged him for my therapy session
There is a process to unemployment
Escape routes
Funding for retraining
Funding for selling me off to an employer
I cradled my “Timmy’s coffee”
Thought about the garden I would plant
We talked about offices with windows
Windows of woods
Windows of fountains
A sun dial with one of my jobs
Yes please
I will take all of the above
You can sit in your windowless world
Speaking with strangers
Whose lives have stopped
Just tell me about the garden again
As I sip my coffee and realize I have all the time
In the world to plan my garden. | |
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Posted: 4/14/2009 8:03:59 PM | OMG af....much as I love my job I work in a windowless environment...actually a "Secure" unit due to the nature of some of what we do.......
This is how I think when I am at lunch.........
Gardens and bids and sunshine....
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Posted: 4/14/2009 8:04:03 PM | | call me crazy but... am I the only one who thinks you should stop applying for an office space and consider applying at garden centres and nurseries? I can't help but think, how happy you would be. Lovely poem. | |
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Posted: 4/14/2009 8:13:44 PM | | I haven't applied for anything in a while since losing out on a good opportunity. I bide my time and wait and something will come along falling into my lap when I least expect it. I had an appointment with a councellor who was there to help me. There is a possibility of retraining and picking up courses that the government will pay full price for and not expect a pay back. I am going to go and do the testing of my aptitude and skills. I already know what the outcome will be but it doesn't hurt getting out and exploring a bit. I like gardening as a hobby as well as writing poetry and listening to people and making them feel better. I would run if I saw an office without a window don't worry. I am just going over options in my head. The road always seems to lead back to where I was before. "Creativity in a job, caring and helping people to feel important and having a career that makes me feel like I'm not in a job at all. | |
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Posted: 4/16/2009 5:39:19 AM | My sons are going to join the group
I HATE MUM (only on facebook)
All because I asked for some manners
Involving correct spelling
The first one has been banned
From parking his bike in the kitchen
(He has two...one is motorised)
The second one has gone back to the first page
Of the dictionary cause he adores his mama
Loves his bed more
(especially when mama places clean sheets) *wink*
thanks Sis...you made a special Easter for us...only YOU know what I meanxox | |
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Posted: 4/17/2009 11:07:08 AM | There is nothing that makes me happier AD then giving gifts to children. It is the surprise more than anything else. We can then step into their shoes again and feel their excitement of the unknown box.
A woman’s prerogative
For just a mortal woman am I
To want to defy nature
How vain I have become
To accept the laying on of hands
Of a pregnant woman
To transform my auburn locks
Into slivers of ash
Champagne running down my head
And right to my ego
I refuse to become grey
And will succumb to frivolous torture
To achieve such ends
To look in the mirror and see my daughters
All smiling back at me with their myriad idiosyncrasies
And different veils of narcissistic folly
The fountain of youth washing the fecundity of health
With deception
Playing dress up in childish glee
All over again to stroke my perception. | |
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Posted: 4/21/2009 5:59:53 AM | Autumn, I like the new picture, the longer hair length looks really good on you....
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sorry, this rhymes but it's one of the only ones I don't have shopped out...
silver lining
a true smile will see to that
keep one tucked beneath your hat
to use as wedge between the clouds
and break the sullen scowls of dowds
behold, a ray of light shines in
the hidden dimple of your sin
I languish in your golden rays
I love your merry eyes and ways
LS 4/12/09
first, last | |
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Posted: 4/21/2009 8:52:47 PM | Brizo that was great and I don't hate rhyming as long as it's short and sweet *grin* I just don't get that urge to rhyme very often and feel constricted. I'm not writing very much at the moment trying to read a book. I so wish the weather would warm up so I can go outside and climb into a big comfy chair and read :(
"the hidden dimple of your sin" I like that one.
Ravin might be coming for coffee tomorrow Yea!!!! | |
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Posted: 4/21/2009 9:22:30 PM | There is a dream some where that escapes me
One eye opens
To let in the day
The other still holds on to sleep
Clinging close to the pillow
And euphoria
I dreamt I was nursing a child last night
Or in the wee hours of dawn
I could feel the fluffy down
And sweet smell of my offspring
Drawing love out of me
And into her
I kissed the top of that little head
And held on tightly
As if one day she will vanish and become just a memory
Tomorrow the house will fill up with the sounds
Of cackling chickens and cell phones ringing
And a great whirlwind of activity will enter my space
The empty nest alive with hormones
And I will dream of that empty nest again
Where doors are never shut
And it doesn’t matter if you forgot to put on a robe
I will sit outside looking in
Wondering, pondering my aloneness
And how I treasure each silent moment that I glean for me. | |
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Posted: 4/22/2009 5:09:14 PM |
I dreamt I was nursing a child last night
Or in the wee hours of dawn
I could feel the fluffy down
And sweet smell of my offspring
Drawing love out of me
And into her
I kissed the top of that little head
And held on tightly
As if one day she will vanish and become just a memory
And I will dream of that empty nest again
Where doors are never shut
You just broke my heart... | |
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Posted: 4/26/2009 11:13:57 AM | You and I love to take things to the limits
The universe too restrictive
For our reasoning process
We reason like nomads methodically
With our hearts
Open and delving
Gently touching the unexplained
Caressing ideas to life
I can feel your power inside my head sometimes
The nurturing power of the wind
Set free in a field of dreams
Entering the forbidden
Our minds dancing on stars
Peeking over Jupiter
To land on Mars
Sisters on another plain
Picking buttercups and daisies.
(Bringing it home from Parables of a Dream) | |
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Posted: 4/26/2009 11:15:47 AM | The skyline has changed
Although hidden in the city
Culture remains untouched
Characters on every street corner grow
Roots that reach beneath
A place where love
Hides in the blossoms
I can still smell the lilacs
Feel the rush of the street car
As it hurries breathlessly
Past quaint little curiosity shops
The perimeters
Hide the weapons
Of something
I will never quite understand
(bringing it home) | |
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Posted: 4/26/2009 11:17:04 AM | Why not sit in the glass farthest away
It’s not poison if it’s labelled humour
The squiggling in your pocket
Becomes laughter tickling the senses
I sat down in the river fully clothed
I was the mass in a decanter of proverbial humanity
Seeking communion from my benefactor the earth
The sun sang out of turn
And I became distraught
The trees had miscued the wind
The fish were jumping out of synch
And the clouds were moving backwards
I could have cried into the river at that point
But I was the mass and not the fish
Out of my element I lacked direction
Bleeding into the water
I would soon perish
Being nothing more
Or nothing less
Then what I gleaned important
Something was missing
I was there but not prepared
Even with the well of knowledge
At my fingertips
I misplaced it in my rush to join the river
I’m not 16 any more and should know better
This wasn’t an experiment with mortality
It was my chance to be known to me
No one else
(Bringing it home from Black Mary's) | |
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Posted: 4/26/2009 11:18:44 AM | The wind receded
exhaling the fervent scent of nature
through the open dormers
stippled blinds bending awkwardly noses to screens
the smell of ozone vividly alive and breathing
as Spring unleashed a barrage
of tears and foot stamping childish shenanigans
blossoms scattering blush pink petals
leaves shook in their birth
and arched their backs
wind chimes serenaded
melodious chameleons trilled dangerously close to breaking
and from their nest the birds stunned by this sudden onslaught
cried out in indignation as this
glorious orchestra erupted
to awaken on the doorstep of May.
(Bringing it home from Alyosha's Poems) | |
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Posted: 4/27/2009 11:16:08 PM | I pod rocking to stairway in heaven
As the kids kept coming and coming
It’s only Monday
So we set up the telescope
And journeyed to Saturn
And it’s illusive moons
Once in a while a tall gangly guy
Would saunter over for a peek
Or a bubbly blonde 3 sheets to the wind
On strawberry daiquiris would
Giggle her way over to see what looked like
A giant diamond ring in the sky to her
I listened as they talked about lying on a dock
Up north where the skies are dark as pitch
And communion with the Milky Way
That we have all experience at one time or other
But I was seeing again through 18 or 19 year old eyes
Took me back a bit
They mixed me up a lime daiquiri
Because they know I’m a cheap drunk
It was more the fact that we could all chill together
In the dark on a balmy night
A family thing
And the girls didn’t mind us being there
When the boys were over
First steps all over again
Made me realize just how much I missed them
when they are at university. | |
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Posted: 5/2/2009 10:32:41 AM | ah, a telescope is my next birthday purchase....I found a zhumell? for $60, was originally almost $200....I guess Heather says Brandon has become interested in star gazing...
so close
the hornet is tired
has walked every inch
of screen
has walked the edges
of escape
unaware of observation
as I cheered him on
Who watches me
as I rest, exhausted
so close to the edges
of my own escape?
LS 5/02/09 | |
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Posted: 5/5/2009 9:06:18 PM | How true Brizo :)
I dreamt of him
my Bain of antithesis
he was holding my hand
dragging me
with smiles and honey
our kids were there
tempting
and then I realized
he was young
and I was ageless.
(Bringing this home) | |
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Posted: 5/5/2009 9:07:58 PM | I have been on this planet how many years?
and not once have I encountered anything remotely close
to a black rounded little fellow with white spots
at first we thought cricket
but oh no it was too small for that
and it was in an all out attack
being closed in and cornered
he was in the tray between the front seats
of the car
so when I got home tonight I looked up spiders
and tried to find out what kind and if he bites
and it was a he from the distinct colouring
and yes if he feels threatened he will bite
I wasn't about to take any chances.
(Bringing this home from Brizo's) | |
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Posted: 5/5/2009 9:09:19 PM | Spindles and rungs of
Drooling confectionary inlays
Mastery, woodworking
A human mind skilled
In achieving the ultimate
Ornate lattice, cornucopia
Of decadence in an old country farm house
Earthy greens and stark white
Red rings, rust brick, inlays
Framed against old gnarled, knotty, owl trees
I thought I had died and gone to heaven
Gazing up at this masterpiece
Feeling very small and insignificant
Beside such grandeur.
(Bringing it home from Om's) | |
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Posted: 5/5/2009 9:10:40 PM | Last night he stayed up until the wee hours
Of the mourn
With telescope and laptop
The air was tangy and crisp
With the lingering scent of
Magnolias and earth
His target was the moon
And it showed up starkly on the screen
Every crater and mountain
All of mankind’s dreams
Of uncovering the mysteries
Photography and astronomy
Make a great mix
But I shall use just a regular camera
The soft clouds and golden aura
To capture the romance and the painting
I will leave the technical stuff to the techies
And sit on my bench and gaze longingly up
At my tide changing dreamer muse
As he scraps the sky
And lights minds on fire.
(Bringing it home from the Moon) | |
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Posted: 5/8/2009 8:43:56 AM | Encrypted in unemployment
Plaintively he calls to me from a far off tree
My host here on earth
Or allegorically just the messenger
Of this ill structured life I lead
Basking in the dead of night
While others sleep
My mind wants to play
And as the robin sings his beckoning melody
I fall into a vivid dream
Of parched opportunities
To expand inside this undefined cocoon
Of self imposed rhetorical confusion
Some where I was meant to dance
But not on a string
Make love to the earth
Embracing my full potential
I refuse to be the mourning dove
Abstract or deliberately
I fall through the cracks
Barking at the wrong moon
Life plies onto me illusion
The smoke curls superficially
Around my fingertips
Painted blood red
As I scrape the walls with frustration
For just one tell tale sign
That my task awaits
Somewhere beyond the church bells
Outside of reverence
My pockets rattle with loose change. | |
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