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Posted: 4/13/2007 6:10:30 PM | Brolga I wish I was in your class - we never got the moody blues for homework.
I second that om and brolga..... Wooby - that poem was spun from the heart. I think deep down we can all relate to that one. | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 6:19:35 PM | Autumn-Yes! Can relate absolutely to Wooby's.Got the heart scars to prove it.
I accidentally clicked on Delete instead of Reply, and got a question: "Why do you want to delete this?" I don't. Just being clumsy in my Friday fatigue. I hope I didn't damage the
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Posted: 4/13/2007 6:33:29 PM | | You have Friday fatigue too? It must be contagious. | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 9:01:58 PM | Wooby, I love your poem.....it made me wince for you...
Autumn, you sound like you could use a bubble bath....I just got this stuff, caramel creme....smells divine in the tub.....
Brolga, always nice to see you......I envy you your riding ability, all I do is bounce....
Om, did you enjoy your two birthdays?
in the say
the answer is often deep and lies in the fray
rhythm's in the hips and lies in the sway
joy is in the child and lies in the play
sass is in the mule and lies in the bray
shape is in the mold and lies in the clay
word is in the writer and lies in the say
©LS 2/16/07 | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 9:18:04 PM | - FIRST THE SHIP? THEN THE HORSE? -
It's one if by land, and two if by sea?
You just hate travel!Now how can that be?
Green in the water and sore in the saddle?
You'll do as your told, lest you get the paddle
But since I'm a friend, to your needs I'm kind
I'll put up the paddle and spare your behind
You dont want to travel and party away?
Okay just get naked, we'll start here today.
- Erik - HAHAHAHAHA!  | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 9:24:30 PM | I'll travel by luxurious coach
to rent it you can pawn a brooch
lest the paddle be turned on thyself
tread carefully, my horny elf
my inner tiger's burning bright
you might be dinner for the night....
I'll get you my pretty.......and your little dog, too...... | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 9:32:57 PM | In my Cheesiest Horatio ( C.S.I. Miami ) voice:
" If I find out that you did this,... I will get you!"
Hahahaha Been dying to use that line!
The Tiger and Serpent both locked in battle
The Tiger with promise of using a paddle?
It sounds like a fortune cookie gone bad
Beware the thick serpent who never get's mad
- Erik - Hehehehe,... next?   | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 9:39:30 PM | Do we not suffer, all of us,
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune cookies? | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 9:44:18 PM | The cookie falls not far from the tree
of lightening bolts in mercy be
hanging on by one single thread
of sanity and serpents dread | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 9:56:10 PM | Remember I grew up with boys
and all their rough "affection"
so I'll keep a wary eye on you
and a chastity belt, for protection
Where's my magic cork when I need it?? I know I left it somewhere.....
Brolga, I had a friend from NY who would make us read our fortune cookies out loud and tack on "between the sheets" at the end....made for some good laughs..... | |
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Posted: 4/13/2007 9:59:10 PM | Hahaha,...Well put brolga,...
If we break them, do they not bleed ( paper )? Ah what a creature is cookie! How simple in form, how complex in crap, how cheap by the boxload, how cruchy and addictive, in colour how pale, in texture how smooth, in wise quotes of meaningless lucky numbers and expressions how like a GOD!
- Erik - Okay so I filked the quote a bit,... hehehehe,... | |
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Posted: 4/14/2007 9:48:06 PM | love and marriage 2/11/07
the marriage or the divorce
which one cost the most
a horse is a horse of course
but broke is nothing to toast
I often wonder at a wedding
why they go to all that expense
in debt from the very beginning
and unable to make recompense
no sooner does that debt fall off
then they are in trouble again
of marriage they've had quite enough
and they both want let out of the pen
so folks if you're milking the cow
keep trying to get it for free
make it legal and you can say wow
as you're paying the price to be free | |
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Posted: 4/14/2007 9:59:32 PM | Marriage is the number one leading cause of divorce you know Brizo!
Here's to the fling and taudry cheap sex
You just need some lust and a friend or drunk ex
Here's to the savings vested on you
When you lick the food but do not chew!
- Erik - hehehehe,... | |
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Posted: 4/14/2007 11:37:45 PM | Just because I've always loved these lyrics.......
Wichita Lineman
(Jimmy Webb)
I am a lineman for the county
and I drive the main road
Searchin' in the sun
for another overload
I hear you singin' in the wire,
I can hear you through the whine
And the Wichita Lineman
is still on the line
I know I need a small vacation
but it don't look like rain
And if it snows
that stretch down south
won't ever stand the strain
And I need you more than want you,
and I want you for all time
And the Wichita Lineman
is still on the line
And I need you more than want you,
and I want you for all time
And the Wichita Lineman
is still on the line | |
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Posted: 4/15/2007 3:37:47 AM | Brizo:^^^^Just the song I was needing to hear all night.....wistful and wishful.
And I need you more than want you
Is the feel that is true
I want you, yes
And the need's there too
Mental and physical allows me to be free
To love you in all ways, for you, for me
Good grief....pretty damn cheezy I'd say, but what do you expect from a sleepless in the South, properly raised GRITS???
Loving the fun and games and serious times too...enjoy landing here every day or two
Thanks again Brizo...you're a gracious hostess! | |
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Posted: 4/15/2007 9:14:17 PM | Thank you Lucid, your words were just what I was needing as well, amid the little "nips" in the pond.......I felt my flowy fins being chewed ragged........(sorry to be so cheesily metaphorical)
Circus Day
I went and had a circus day
Big cats languid and well fed
posed for us gawkers
to wrestle and cuff each other's head
returning to their naps and bed
I went and had a circus day
the lovely women dangled high
with flexibility and grace
their sleekness so it made you sigh
and wish that you were half so spry
I went and had a circus day
with poodles, terriers and jacks
who jumped through hoops
and stood and danced for doggie snacks
and leaped over each other's backs
I went and had a circus day
a beautiful horse and beautiful girl
sidestepped, and trotted
and picked their way with tail in furl
a swishing circle all awhirl
I went and had a circus day
the giant lumbering elephants
displaying inborn dignity
performed a very careful dance
with all their stately elegance
I went and had a circus day
I watched the jugglers wrestle fire
and catch the rings upon their neck
and daggers that were circling higher
tightened the pull of tension's wire
I went and had a circus day
and watched two camels boogie
I swear the one was singing
keeping time with heads bobbed spunky
made them look like they were funky
I went and had a circus day
my cramped heart stretched to it's expanse
while boys flipped on the trampoline
and silly clowns made smiles dance
when bouncing up they lost their pants
I went and had a circus day
I held my grandkids on my lap
and watched them ride an elephant
and in that atmosphere madcap
love came and closed my lonely gap
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Posted: 4/15/2007 9:32:23 PM | | Every year we would go to Ft. Lauderdale to visit my Mom who had a condo there. At the Circle M flee market they had a circus that we always went to see. We rode the elephants and watched the lightness of the trapeeze dazzle us. We sat there eating cotton candy and feeling like we had all run away to join the circus. Do you know they actually had an organ grinder with his monkey doing tricks for money just like out of a movie. These are memories on which dreams are made and I have to admit I have been getting mushy over babies lately. Everyone has grandkids but me - I still have the kids. When a baby comes into my work I take my break for cuddle time. I have a six month old boyfriend who visits every friday and he flirts outragiously. Kids just do that to me Brizo. | |
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Posted: 4/15/2007 9:44:00 PM | Soon Autumn, soon......it will be your time, and I know you'll make a wonderful grandmom. We celebrated Easter today, as last weekend the kids were with their fathers....so the circus, and Easter dinner, and some candy I brought over and coloring books.....my littlest guy has a mohawk now, at first I was a little taken aback, but it rather suits him, he's very quirky....
a lid for every pot
When I was little
(they say)
I spent hours staring
at flowers
and bugs
my grandma did
claim there was a lid
to every pot
she forgot
to hide the head shake
she gave to me
or to fake
her doubting
of reality
©LS 2/18/07 | |
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Posted: 4/15/2007 11:58:12 PM | | "Circus Day" was highly enjoyable, brizo. It inadvertently inspired a "first line, last line" from me | |
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Posted: 4/16/2007 12:51:04 AM | - TINY ANTS -
Underneath a peice of wood
The aliens are in your yard
With microscopic colonies
And workers working oh so hard
Their queen lies hidden deep within
And chemicals they mind
The pheromones and scents of life
They never get behind
Little aliens so strong
But hidden well from naked view
I bet you if they spoke to us
We could learn a thing or two
- Erik -  | |
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Posted: 4/16/2007 12:56:54 AM | you are so right, Erik, though they do have wars.....I saw it on National Geographic. Can't remember what they were fighting over, but it was grisly.....when two with big horns try to overturn each other like a jousting match and both walk away, that's pretty cool....
New dawn
here I come into the new dawn..
shortly after the
darkest hour
rosy glow
of forgiving light
the night wiped
clean
by sparkling dew
all things
made fresh anew
just over the horizon
hold faith till the
infusion
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Posted: 4/16/2007 1:09:19 AM | Well so too does man when it comes to wars. Hahahaha,... But insects are fascinating little savages.
- JUMP FOR JOY ( or at least for viewing pleasure ) -
Hop in happiness
Then hop yet again
 Jump for joy and for pleasure
I will just watch you
As you bounce around
Without a bra on for good measure!
- Erik - It did not "feel" right not throwing in a little something perverted. hahahahaha,... Jiggle away! Hahahahaha,....
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Posted: 4/16/2007 11:16:12 AM | ....will you be using a magnifying glass, sir?...... There's not much to bounce, though when I was lactating I found out how the other half lives.....I couldn't even take out my garbage without a come-on. Ha, made me want to squirt milk at them, wouldn't that have been a sight? Just for the look on their faces it would have been worth the jail time for public indecency.....
Bobby
heart on his sleeve
he missed and grieved his wife
a beauty who he lost
everything to
his child, his pride
he took the little
left inside
he tried, we tried
and after several
months went by
we spent the weekend
naked
each time was better
than before
and then the music played
and laid
me bare
and once seen
he could not unsee
he wasn't everything
to me
and I wept naked,
naked tears
once seen
I could not unsee
he wasn't everything
to me
and he would
never be
the memory
when I was with another
naked crying
for a former lover
©LS 2/27/07 | |
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Posted: 4/16/2007 12:45:14 PM | Beautiful, beautiful poem, Brizo. Amazing really. Damn, you are *so* good!!
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Posted: 4/16/2007 1:32:53 PM | *gulp* Thank you Wooby, in all sincerity......we are a mutual admiration society, beause I think the same of you.....
And oops, I forgot to thank you Rory, as well. I hope you're aware how much I treasure your friendship, cyber though it be....
I wish somehow I could find work in which writing was involved........
"he wants his home and security
he wants to live like a sailor at sea" - Bob Seger - Beautiful Loser
stage
I am not an audience
star struck
applauding your
one man show
or the critic
opportunistic
crafting my best
verbal bullet
I refuse to audition
no sales pitch
I cannot cause you
to leap above
your own life
or fall
below it
I stand
amid the whirlwind
of expectations
waiting
for you
to see
me
and find
yourself
and the line
that defines
us
©LS 2/25/07 | |
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