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Posted: 12/9/2007 8:41:12 PM | lol, brizo! you got the trifecta! candy land was also present at the party. all i can say is, "excessive" cannot begin to describe the number of gifts at this party. yanno how grandparents go over the top?? anyhow, a good time was had by all.
back to back
there’s too much stress
in our lives today,
honey
work productivity
cherishing our relationship
handling family responsibilities
caring for our home
nurturing our children
and, the worst of all,
money!!!
(actually, the lack thereof)
and, this week
it’s all been piling up
one thing on top of another
an endless succession
following murphy’s law
anything that could go wrong, did
increasing the pressure
like my head in a vise
cranking
cranking
cranking
tighter and tighter
to the breaking point
and you, you felt it, too
i could see the tension
in your face
in your body
in your actions
and your words
the storm was building
communication terse
stilted, even
the clouds gathered
heavy, dark, portentous
boiling away
gathering electricity
pending the imminent deluge
then, the final straw
and, so miniscule
in the larger scheme
but, it triggers argument
well, this is your fault
maybe, but, that is your fault
well, this was your responsibility
maybe, but, that was your responsibility
back and forth
accusations fly
frustrations we vent
until both are spent
the silence begins
continues by mutual consent
and, now, here we are
lying in our bed
back to back
though we said,
long, long, ago
we’d never go to bed mad
we just did
and i hate it
but, i am right
i can’t concede
you were so mean
so hurtful
so not yourself
and, i begin to think
hmmm, that wasn’t me either
that was the cumulation
of all the stressors
and my inability to cope
and, yours as well
then, how important is it?
acting out under stress
it could happen to anyone
lashing out
with hurtful comments
sure, it’s not nice
but, we’re only human
we’re fallible
we’re stupid
we’re petty
and, i begin to think
i can be bigger
i can admit i was wrong
i can say i overreacted
i can apologize
so, i turn around
and speak to your back
make my apologies
and you turn to me
and make yours
suddenly, it’s ok
we laugh at ourselves
we kiss and make up
and, for any who wonder
yeah, make up sex is the best | |
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Posted: 12/10/2007 3:17:18 PM | time for a reminder, gang:
Any suggestions for topics are welcomed - please send via e-mail, so they will be fresh when they appear in the thread. (I will credit the topic originator unless anonymity is requested.)
topics for the week ending december 16, 2007
best friend
across the street
shadows on the mountains
sharp
my fate
hiding
the president
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Posted: 12/10/2007 3:34:41 PM | a single word of welcome
and i was on my way
a glimpse of red, a cape
and a man to save the day
the wool came down firmly
and he had me blind
three words gentle in my ear
but he had other things in mind
he knew i was hooked
so across the state we'd roam
he thought i'd just deal
but somehow i found home
then, again his call took me
and i ran to his side
again the three gentle words
and a promise to his bride
Soon in the dark of night
with a cold wind on my skin
he placed me naked on my back
and found his way within
when he didnt stop himself
and instead let himself go
he whispered in my willing ear
that he hoped his seed would grow
As i started to grow weak
further away he pulled
he found comfort in his drink
and a new young girl to hold
finally the violence came
And i ran away too late
My body tingled with new life
And i had sealed my fate | |
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Posted: 12/12/2007 2:20:10 PM | In the Shadows on the Mountains
Walking and wandering
Through a misty Glenn
I travel alone
Not seeing the forest
Despite the trees
Silent sentinels hover above
That only whisper their secrets
With the westerly breeze
Each knotty grin
A vacant reminder
Of a wrong turn taken
At a crossroads long ago
Despite my trail of breadcrumbs
Days pass as do the nights
And I am forever lost
Beneath this bower of leafy limbs
Oft times torn asunder
And littering the ground at my feet
Hiding me from all that was
Directing me away
From all that is
The Shadows on the Mountains
Mask my passing
As they map my fate
From the here
To the now
Like a best friend
My only friend these days
With each step I take
Deeper in I go
With each step I take
A sharp pain festers
piercing my heart
As I try to forget the yesterdays
And what happened across the street
Where you and I used to live
Walking and Wandering alone
In the Shadows on the Mountains | |
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Posted: 12/12/2007 4:33:57 PM | SHARP
C on the piano, I bragged silently,
F Minor mood change, then
The soaring arpeggios
Based in G, and out of this
I created a song
Out of your personality
And sold it for a manual,
A how-to-do-it for tin-eared
Regrets hammerstroking
The taut strings with fantasy. | |
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Posted: 12/13/2007 8:01:33 PM | hiding
good intentions
paving
a meandering path
falling short
where they lie
fallow
like fingers
suddenly still
on the keyboard
the dial pad
I forced myself
to care
through diffidence
to be......unmet
silence
speaking volumes | |
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Posted: 12/14/2007 3:28:32 PM | best friend
in my darkest hour she approached me with a flashlight
and she lit the darkness that was school begun anew
and together we forged a path though crooked it was happy
amassed around us were a variety of people none the same
and though our circle changed we were the center always
then came a day when i knew i would see her no more
and though i said no goodbye it was meant in the tears
distance can be the enemy even when emotions should hold
its been years since i felt the lightness of her voice
but still she will remain imprinted on the retina of my heart | |
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Posted: 12/15/2007 1:11:27 PM | very nice, thorn. if you'd gotten the president in there, too, i'd have been mightily amazed. 
thanks for dropping in, rory. nice write. we don't see you enough anymore.  glad you are happy.
very moving, brizo. good imagery, too. 
jaded, the bit about the center of the changing circle reminds me of my best friend. who i spoke to yesterday; though she lives in seattle, we speak a couple times per week. go on...call your friend. it'd be a nice christmas gift for you both! 
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Posted: 12/15/2007 5:49:39 PM | best friend
i have a best friend
who i’ve known for
thirty-three years
that’s three quarters
of my life
there through it all
good and bad
ups and downs
they used to call us
mutt and jeff
she ran distance
i did sprints
she was the actor
i was the dancer
she was an only child
i had an older sibling
we usually walked home
sometimes we took the bus
we enjoyed each other
it was usually just us
but we had tendrils
into many different cliques
friendly to all, regardless
but, some really made us laugh
we were close as sisters
and went on family vacations
with the other’s family
to martinique and the white mountains
and, even had a bit of sibling rivalry
both smart and competitive
i envied her long, thin legs
she, my curly red hair
and we had the perfect system
for arranging sleep-overs
her parents were strict
she had an eleven p.m. curfew
while i had none, at all
so, if we wanted to go to a party
she’d just sleep over at my house
and we stayed out late as we pleased
now, we have followed similar paths
went into the same profession
which i left, but she stuck with
she married, i did not
she has kids, i do not
she moved to the west coast
but, the distance doesn’t really matter
though we don’t see each other often
the connection is still there
and that’s what really counts
interestingly, i found another "best friend" written about 6 mo ago. hmmm....
best friend
i’ve known my best friend a really long time
better than three quarters of my life
we met in the eighth grade
it was 1974
i was 12 and so was she
that was odd
since i was always the youngest, beforehand
but, i was still the shortest
there were those that called us mutt and jeff
we just clicked
we had numerous acquaintances
and were “in” with a variety of cliques
but, we were an entity unto ourselves
college separated us a bit
and there was something that happened
around that time, which led to a rift
but, it was mended
and, when i returned to the area
i lived with her folks, my surrogate parents
and, now, all these years later
communications are often erratic
given the hustle-bustle of ordinary life
but, when either has a problem
the calls fly fast and daily
it’s been too long since we hung out
in the vicinity of five years
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Posted: 12/15/2007 9:00:00 PM | shadows on the mountains
nestled
mountain towns
tiered layers
of twinkling lights
like snow on
fir tree boughs
shadows
on the mountains
hover
creeping
blue tinged
cover
descending
twilight
hushed
a reverent
lover
kneeling down
to kiss
the mound
of mother | |
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Posted: 12/16/2007 1:29:11 AM | The shadows on the mountain are hiding my fate
The sharp features of which, I can always debate
Long into the night with curiosity to sate,
To find a solution even the president’s staying up late
With my best friend across the street guarding the gate
I have been happily cavorting out on a date
With POF to find us all a mate
The silliness must end cause this is line eight
Minds a bit musty, Brains a bit dusty, Fingers a bit rusty, Everyone’s lusty
But here I am again as seen,
Putting words on a computer screen
That signs me in on page 44 of 42,
Makes me wonder just what to do
So Maybe I’ll just say “Hello” to all of you
Forms of Poetry
Like best friends across the street
Shine in autumn’s sun | |
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Posted: 12/16/2007 3:15:00 AM | tis' still so early..the chatter of the night abides
for a few moments more..in it's darkened pride.
i set aside my creeping juant, to see about a real want..
and spill too much, that's not coffee or milk,
a bloody terrent through which i ilk.
.. tis' early and soon the sun will rise
to hold and mello all wayward eyes
though often amidst a vale of sighs
for some won't release thier alibis.
so in disguise i render my prose
for night into day only God knows.
D.Mc.S. | |
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Posted: 12/16/2007 7:27:15 PM | i goofed up again thinking if you hit reply it pops up back there
you guys read my mind about one poem i wrote while gone and one of the topics
i've written 40 poems in the last two week are you read LOL
BEST FRIEND
everyone needs a best friend
who'll keep you secrets to the end
the one youy can be angry at
forgetting quickly your spat
sharing hopes thoughts dreams
never evil plots,dreads, or schemes
the awe of childhood
stories always with stood
growing to be short and strong
kicking butt if something was wrong
best friends to the end
now CHristmas cards we only send
the bset friend is there
a life times of memories to spare
COMPLICATED THING
it is a complicated thing
what life may bring
from birth to a young child
unhappiness should be mild
aging to a teen
believing everything you've seen
makes the mouth chatter
about things that don't matter
in your beliefs grown up you are
wishing to grab your star
it is a complicated thing
that life may bring
another to make your herat fill
the one to turn on your thrill
a life where it has ups and downs
but a complicated thing turns the frowns
for they are only upside down sniles
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Posted: 12/16/2007 8:46:30 PM | sharp
sharp
incohearant
foot........steps
walk
from
room
to ........me
plain
walls
reach
inside
my.........heart
I find the pen writes for itself
................................only using my words to speek its mind.
and here where the lonly
eyes
play in the lines of grass
as
children walk pass
they are sharp
sharp
as
words
roll
from
her
mouth
she
sits
alone
.........all too familar with this pain
all too familar with life's rain
all too..............familar
sharp
those
edges
shall
be
when
intombed
in
me
she
hides
her
face
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Posted: 12/16/2007 9:13:05 PM | ONLY TWENTY ONE
what fun i had when young
never asking are you only twenty one
laughing eyes should have gave away the fact
much younger only older did act
it was easier to pass fro twenty one
than convincing was only ten plua one
with a body of great porpotions
everbody had the same notions
entering bars at fifteen never quetione are you only twenty one
it woud surely have stopped the fun
now in this day and age
being brave dspite one's age
they card much closer are you only twenty one
goodnight girls somewhere else you'll have fun
ISOLATION
have you ever been in isolation
so many ways sometimes by invitation
isolation wanting to
be alone with you
isolation behind bars
leaving many scars
isolation as a young child
letting the imagination run wild.
isolation in a snobby school
you don't need them to be cruel
isolatioon in the looney ward
strikes an unjust chord
for you are strapped to a table
hands and feet bound moving about unable
even if you have to tinkle
they counter let it sprinkle
to be denied courtesy common
to investigate to the bottom
as we all sit in isolation
we all need a vacation
SONG OF THE AIR
sometimes the song of the air
is not there
when the bird have gone south
the song of the air has no mouth
but wait let's see if the song of the air
changes with weather fair
for in the winter the song in the air is howling
flowing through cracks prowling
not making it dreary
but a bit leery
the dead of winter has set in
the new song in the air within
for there are a few brave and bold
warm nests enjoying the cold
the song of the air unknown choir
the birds were few but still in unison like a choir
at sunrise for all to hear
chirping only good cheer
spring comes around the corner
waiting for the robin knowing it will be warmer
then all of summer blows in fair
bringing another new song of the air
how quickly life passes by
not enough for the song in the air to cry
another year slips through our finger tips
when the song in the air didn't pas our lips
when ther is no song in the air
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Posted: 12/16/2007 10:13:54 PM | EXPRESS TRAIN
what is the gain
in the express train
the hustle and bustle
the stress and tussle
to work, to see another
maybe a forbidden lover
never believing i would stray
until that nagical day
when by chancee we met
the one i our head did connect
to the one's going to positions boring
don't let thje boss hear you snoring
to the ones who enjoy their appointment
be free to smell more than ointment
the whiff of cotton candy
always somewhere handy
for the express train
for lovers there was no rain
the express train on the way home
only had a handful, the rest did roam
PINK SOCKS
for fairy tales of last
must begin in the paswt
kings and queens made front page
everything they did became the rage
wrong or right didn't really matter, to leave alone
the license plate said diplomat, another throne
who can do anything without worry
one phone call everyone would scurry
to bring an apology
from the land of the free
as the youngsters grew old
who would wear pink socks so bold
from toe to just below the thigh
pinnk socks to elctrify
does the trick
for his heart fell quick
what did it do for you
as you grew
where did you wear your pink socks
to another generation that rocks.
KISS THEM
kiss them every chance you get
kiss them in the morning
kiss them at noon
kiss them at supper
kiss them at night
for a wonderful delight
for if you kiss them all you do
they will want to kiss you to
as they grow and move away
only the memories stay
each little bump and scratch
you kiss them then make a patch
kisses to your child night and day
makes your heart fll and sway
to know the kisses portrayed
made a place in life they stayed
silent in the background
eighteen children to astound
brought up in the right faith and fate
God if needed surely won't be late
you said go ahead renegade humor monger!!!!!!!!!!
FREEZE
you don't know how it is to freeze
until being in an 80 degree below zero breeze
for the lakes do freeze
ice skating by a car to please
instead of staying home with a blizzard warning
seeking great snow drifts to go storming
thoughts of being stuck to freeze
with a really cold breeze
as a child we'd play freeze out
windows down the first to shout
i'm freezing
took a lot of teasing
it makes me laugh winds breezing
once the digits hit freezing
it's to cold any where
i journey out without a care
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Posted: 12/16/2007 11:04:37 PM | SOONER OR LATER
sooner or later
a card caryying hater
later or sooner
to find crooner
sooner or later
maybe the waiter
later or sooner
a late bloomer
sooner or later
i will still date her
later or sooner
off on uy schooner
sooner or later
gobbled by an alligator
CALL MY NAME
it started young as a game
waiting for you to call my name
for youu had stolen my hearat
right from the start
now a senior to be pinned was the game
sat alone waiting for you to call my name
i've given up so long ago
in my mind i must let you go
the oddity that came
when i no longer wanted you to call my name
he had lost his star in the sky
now wondering why
SIGNS OF LIFE
a fleeting kick out of the blue
there is a tiny baby in you
growing playing more every day
to ask God to see His way
into blessing the new signs of life
the wonder unending no strife
as kicking and flopping go unending
with each movement sending
bliss and smiles upon your face
the signs of life will have a new place
timothy, gabrial names to see
you must explore and agree
the signs of life safe from sounds
growing by leaps and bounds
for the day the signs of life are born
to keep the world from becoming forlorn
for with each new birth
bring forth signs of life filled with self worth
destined to join the new plain
with imagination to gain
signs of life unending
to know earth will never cease ending
TOGETHER
it started with just one kiss
feelings began to grow
along comes wedded bliss
love as bountiful as snow
falling drops named tears
you held me close to your chest
until the hearache disappears
where i like my head to rest
along came our wonderful babies
their first smile steals our hearts
wondering when the maybes
of life will start
children grow so fast
like a blink of an eye
flipping through the past
wondering how life sped by
thanking you for our life together
where the happy memories fly
rainy or sunny weather
together forever on standby
TWO PRINCES
as a princess
there are twon princes
but the king only approved of one
the one he disapproved of was more fun
what does it matter where you live
as long as it's love you give
one prince has a crown of gold
the other flowers bold
one has a castle to give me
the other a hut in a tree
one offers peacock supreme
the other his dream
when it came the day to choose
it was easy for the pricess to lose
to live in a castle with no love
makes living in a tree Heaven above
between the two princes
one of wealth
one of stealth
one rich with gold
one to my heart hold
she'd rather live
with all the prince of the forest cn give
BAD SEED
is there evr a bad seed born
only if their needs go forlorn
every amazing new birth
a tiny angel on earth
to be kissed, hugged and loved
to be ignored, hated and shoved
to grow with praise
to grow with haze
to be told you're everything no need
to be told ypou're a wisked bad seed
to feel you can touch the stars
to feel you'll forever be behind bars
from an angel to a bad seed
it's graven indeed
WHAT EVER HAPPENED
as the days pass by
people wondering why
when the world was so free
you could leave home with out a key
prtending to knock
trying the lock
to find an open door
heisting from ceiling to floor
coming home to an empty house
wondering who was the louse
calling the police
would give no peace
for it was a professional job
to which they were free to rob
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Posted: 12/17/2007 10:24:48 AM | BAD LUCK
as karma circles around
good and bad luck astound
for with out bad luck
you'd have no good luck
one day of bad luck
as you look back was really good luck
you just had to wait
Karma to abate
as for the times your good luck
a tragedy you with stood
with bad luck coming your way
you can hide in bed all day
for bad luck
and good luck
have to even the plain
so in life you can sustain
TRAVEL ON A DREAM
travel on a dream to visit a clown
when life gets you down
traaaavel on a dream to another place
to put a smile on your face
travel on a dream any where
where you never have a care
travel on a dream to new lands
maybe finding love holding hands
travel on a dream in your mind
you'd be able to unwind
travel on a dream to wedded bliss
aewaiting that next kiss
travel on a dream to a star
worldy happenings left a far
travel on a dream to world peace
someone would call the police
travel on a dream in your mind
leaving behind all things unkind
for in your brain anything can happen
with in your mind travel on a dream happens
ALL IN MY MIND
when ever mother was unkind
she'd say it was all in my mind
after every investigation
now it was in my imagination
how vivid it did seem
to vivid to be a dream
ups and downs highs and lows
all in my mind was low blows
never a hug or kiss
love i sure did miss
complaints were ignored
all in my mind it was stored
never more as Poe quoted
all in my mind mother gloated
until asking a good friend
was it all in my mind to the end
she proclaimed it was not
mother wanted me not
how profound it became
no longer in my mind could be to blame
instead of my head bowed in shame
if it's all in my mind i'll stay the same
Hevenly doused and scented
all in my mind descended
love I've found unending
the negatoive message suspending | |
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Posted: 12/17/2007 12:59:08 PM | TENDERNESS
with every touch of tenderness
i enjoy every caress
our love slowly growing
sharing stories knowing
each day passing by
someday together we will lie
wrapped in each other's arms
enjoying our charms
that drew us together in love
tenderness is blessed from above
tenderness is a gift from God
so on our jouney we can plod
I AM NO ONE
i am no one, no one is me
i am no one jut wish to be free
shuffling feet to and fro
where will they go
i am no one, no one is me
someitmes the shodowed look had a silent plea
i wander aimlessly head bowed in defeat
like a helpless lamb only able to bleat
i am no one, no one can see me
i am hiding can you find me
a look an accidental touch
sometimes became to much
i am no one, no one understands me
where is someone so i can be free
when yanni or enya echoes through the air
there's no one the intesnsity may blare
yet let Nelson's lion roar or Pink stop by
to claw through my perfect disguise
the sirern's wail
i go to jail
i am no one, no one is me
i am no one waiting to be free
until i can ask someone to be
standing along with me
POCKET KNFE
what would a cub scout do
with out a pocket knife true
lost in the woods
the pocket knife has all the goods
the pocket knife of the young
but for some nigthmares sung
others carry switch blades
preparing for raids
lost in a world so rough
needing something tough
to go one step farther away
those carrying stiletto gone astray
for there blade comes from the end
no way to fight it's life's end
take away all struggle and stife
from every young man's life
making a simple pocket knife do
for the cub scoutsw true
SUMMER SOFT
breezes gently blowing
so hot you wish it was snowing
the idle breeze leave's you panting
for your heart to stop ranting
with the summer soft breeze
brushing your shoulder to tease
like mouth's sweet breathe on your neck
fleeting thoughts of passion what the heck
blowing summer soft around the land
finding sweethearts walking hand in hand
why sitting beneath a shade tree
the summer soft breezes free
feel a bit cooler under the tree
ignoring the raindrops falling on me
after the storm goes away
soft summer breezes warms right away
CUPID'S MISTAKE
cupid's arrow straight
made a mistake
shooting me in the heart
grazing my counter part
as i sit alone
no ring of the phone
he keeps saying when he finds time
a fool sitting home sublime
ending it the other day
a line that would sway
i won't wait forever
meaning it was never
i can't wait for long
hinting he still could come on strong
four little words
to end fantasy worlds
harmless cupid's mistake
used to heartache
from a mate
never from a date
RARE
a soul mate is so rare
handling them with care
to share a nose kiss
bringing both sweet bliss
butterfly kisses are fun too
batting eyelashes with you
holding hands in a crowd
non verbal but speaking loud
sweethearts go hand in hand
exploring all over the land
a special friend is rare
they can't wait to show they care
a quick cuddle
let other's wonder why you huddle
for a love so rare
handle it with care
red roses for love
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Posted: 12/17/2007 6:00:26 PM | that was very nice, brizo.
welcome back, gordie.
4leaf - welcome. don't worry, we don't take off for spelling.
renegade - we're gonna start calling you "the prolific renegade".
lookn4 - thanks for the nice write.
misery
i feel like crap
hacking and expectorating
hiding under the covers
fever, then chills
questioning my fate
as sharp pains knife through my lungs
i force myself from bed
and take sam for a walk
and can scarce make it across the street
i’m dizzy, and need to lean on a fence
my vision goes hazy
i’m seeing things
shadows on the mountains
where no mountains exist
much less mt. rushmore
with craggy faces of the presidents
worn from the passage of time
i’d best return inside
before i fall, splat, on the icy sidewalk | |
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| The Daily Poet (EXTRA! EXTRA! get your daily muse here!)
Posted: 12/17/2007 11:08:50 PM | Thanks dear, nice to be here again
Life
My fate
A blind date
I won’t be late
Not stuffed in a crate
The wonder should not abate
Life wrongly is expected to be great
Now
This time
Not just rhyme
It should be sublime
Not living is a crime
Live out load, not a mime
Each day our life’s bells should chime
Fun
So hard
Play a card
Let down your guard
Get out in your yard
Hold best friends in high regard
Get out and support the local bard | |
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