| Brizo's poems
Posted: 4/10/2007 8:24:29 PM | hello Mr. TNT
I see you're visiting me
I've been drinking with eye
he's a rollicking guy
and his friend ebgdae
we're cracking on many things
snickering at life's little slings
and arrows it sends
the humor it lends
and all the snideness it brings
so being in the limericks thread
a ditty came to my head
it's better than chat
and my inner brat
likes to answer in limerick instead | |
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Posted: 4/10/2007 8:32:29 PM | Blueberry poptarts?
BLUEBERRY POPTARTS....
....is what they call the females
Who dress in naughty regalia;
Skimpy costumes revealing much
Like the tattered see-through duds of Mahalia
At a blues concert mixed with pop tunes,
Her berries were flavorful and ripe;
"Be my blueberry poptart" was my line:
Now we're grooving to mellow tunes the long night. | |
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Posted: 4/10/2007 8:40:46 PM | my gosh, I had no idea
up top I've not got much to see-ah
on the side that is bright
the sagging is slight
to that I'll clink you a beeah (pretend you're in Boston)
Oy, I'm not even drunk....no excuse for these shitty ditties.... | |
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Posted: 4/10/2007 8:46:56 PM | That's OK, brizo, I don't think anyone's mistaking them for lead-poem candidates in a year's best anthology but I still enjoyed them.
UP TOP I'VE NOT GOT MUCH TO SEE-AH....
....but down below is where all hell breaks loose
When I shake like drunken watermelons my caboose.
I stop traffic and cause pile-ups on main street rush hour;
The lads with hanging tongues wish my buns to devour. | |
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Posted: 4/10/2007 8:52:21 PM | So long as your buns aren't like fartman's
the only thing worse would be Cartman's
I love his sick mind
and the way he's unkind
they'll never be calling him "heartman"
Cartman, not Stern....huh, on second thought, they won't be calling shock jock Stern "heartman" either..... | |
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Posted: 4/10/2007 8:59:38 PM | Hot cross buns are best when they're toasty.
I pour butter on them when they're roasty
Straight from the oven
As I thrust my stiff dove in
The yeast-yieldy sauced patches of host Leigh. | |
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Posted: 4/10/2007 9:22:24 PM | I finally get you to play
and my satellite falls from the sky
another modem upload
and I'm going to explode
they decrease anymore and I'll cry
okay, where was I?
another guy into anal
it's almost getting banal 
we pretend that it's hidden
to keep it "forbidden"
don't want an over trafficked "canal"
my apologies to anyone who thought I had any decorum..... | |
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Posted: 4/10/2007 10:42:47 PM | This canal needs dredging
Who thought you had any decorum
Were you hoping for a quorum,
Better watch you butt
Before they start to rut
You’ll be the OP for the anal forum | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 4/11/2007 1:05:24 AM | eye welcome to my thread
I'm almost ready for bed
I'll purchase a cork
no one's getting that pork
until I'm properly wed
ha, that ought to hold off the invaders.....
well decorum's something I'm lacking
still, I'd hoped for a little backing
you'd leave me to the huns
with my pitiful buns
not before I give you a whacking  | |
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Posted: 4/11/2007 10:59:18 AM | - INVADERS AND BRIZO -
Hold off invaders?
With only a cork?
I don't know of that
And I am no dork
The heck with the Huns
Vikings are much fun
So dont be surprised
If given a run
- Erik - | |
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Posted: 4/11/2007 11:18:05 AM | How long can you Hold off invaders?
Smacks of the master Darth Vaders
Stuff you azz on the space ship
Your butt now has a micro chip
and travel with the space crusaders,
Beep...Beep...Beep... | |
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Posted: 4/11/2007 11:38:52 AM | Well guys it's great to see you
in the second shift version of morning
by the time they figure the cork out
I'll improvise with that little warning
sailing with vikings sounds exhilirating
but then I would lose my job
though Ohio can be suffocating
don't know about the space ship mob
and now I need to get ready
the sheets and towels await
why, it almost makes me giddy
my area's disheveled state
it looks like Godzilla goes shopping
and just pulls things out at random
straightening keeps me hopping
we sometimes do it in tandem....
but somehow neatening soothes me
because I'm anal retentive
I've stopped questioning what moves me
and use it for work incentive.... | |
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Posted: 4/11/2007 6:37:05 PM | Anal retentive? Stuffed with a cork
Who's the invader who uses no fork?
As to what moves you I say that's easy
Dragon prowed vessels in seas that are breezy
- Erik - | |
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Posted: 4/11/2007 9:04:15 PM | I once went out on a submarine
got so seasick, I was green
on the surface rolling around
when we dove the vessel down
my nausea stopped to my relief
the trip, alas seemed all too brief
but I got to see some dolphins play
they ride beside and sometimes stay | |
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Posted: 4/11/2007 9:05:36 PM | baby
Life responds, flowing in from above.
Eyes open.
eyes of impossible blue
eyes of ocean, eyes of troposphere
lip dented by angels
life's secrets to keep
skin smooth as silk
powder scented seducer
no elbow is safe from you
and your fleeting smile
©LS 1/30/2007 | |
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Posted: 4/11/2007 9:14:11 PM | No problem the sea sick
That method divorced
There's always the overland
Draped cross a horse
- Erik -  | |
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Posted: 4/12/2007 11:48:49 AM | having my guts jounced repeatedly
by a rapidly galloping horse
isn't really my cup of tea
just my opinion, of course.....
tomorrow leaves me no recourse
work till eleven tonight
then up at 6:30 for career course
hope I'll be all right
then off to work at 5:00 pm
until eleven over again
At least I won't be an insomniac
though I just might be a maniac...
this isn't going to help my cold
the sore throat is getting old
my ears are kind of giving notice
of pain if I don't change my modus
operandi burning both ends of the candle
I need to unwind and some grandkids to dandle.... | |
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Posted: 4/12/2007 12:17:53 PM | busy gal, busy gal
off to work you go
it ain't so easy working hell
while fire's burn below
busy gal, I can tell
you do if for a course
but keep in mind, to unwind
and fuel Your fire sourse
or get a horse
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Posted: 4/12/2007 9:21:38 PM | bitter creek
For a taste of love creation
a sip of bitter creek
the doves have done with
and crows now skittle
beady eyed
another skeleton
left gazing
at the former river
of love?
Think not...
this cat eats a crow
and stalks away
©LS 2/10/07 | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 9:12:54 AM | ^^^^^
Hi Wooby, that was my last ill fated romance.....born to blush unseen on the desert air....
karmic gold
Bending at a teardrops will
my crumpled heart
shudders
sliding tear
nestling in
a fold
alchemy to
karmic
gold
©LS 2/11/07 | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 2:54:32 PM | I would have sewn
the split ends of
your tongue together
if I could have
Stopped one more
lie from being
uttered
But you would not
could not
stop yourself
And I am left with
only:
your hands
on my body
never lied
. | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 3:01:04 PM | | ^^ dang, woob, the lies hurt but the touch, oh the touch...Nice one woob! | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 6:01:17 PM | Wooby-What a thought! That kicked major butt in the poetry department.
I hope you are kissed by this spring. The tulips here are like chalices.
Have time to "lie in the meadow and hear the grass sing."
Heck! I forget who wrote that: Moody Blues-Muddy Waters? After a week of stultifying
essays, I sometimes give that to my students as homework. (They don't have to hand it in.) | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 6:05:23 PM | Hi, Brizo!
"...a rapidly galloping horse.."
Oh, I wish I had one. I'd ride like a beggar. | |
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