| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/8/2007 6:00:12 PM | oh Erik,  There is nothing to be done with you, you're a hopeless slave of the flesh......
The story of O is classic erotica......I have it if you would like me to send it.......
I believe I posted this in Jer's thread, not sure....
***********************************************************************
clouds
the clouds
begin
another saga
sun streams through
castle walls
horses run east
rabbits hide
long nosed lovers
kiss
like two coins
creatively omnipotent
the wind and I
reinvent
reality
©LS 3/27/07 | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/9/2007 12:21:17 AM | hahahaha Hopeless slave of the flesh? In other words I am a man! Gee thanks for sharing! hahahahaha,....
Now let me get this straight, for free,... you are going to send me some erotica? WOW!
That costs like six dollars at "Madam Zelda's House O' Pleasure" or "The Velvet Rhinocerous!" You are such a sweetheart Brizo dear! Sure,... sign me onto the list! I wanna have an erect gander at that tale of lust! ( And I saved $6 Cha Ching! ) That means a small popcorn at the Spiderman 3 movie! Woo hoo! hehehehe,...
Tales of lust
For the flesh slave
That's a must!
Plus bucks I save!
- Erik -
   | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/9/2007 9:44:09 PM | Erik, better bring some extra dough along for a drink, or the salt from the popcorn will dehydrate you in your seat.....the next moviegoers will wonder what a large piece of beef jerky is doing in the theatre.......
pep talk
For life is too brief to wear out your worth
so hold nothing back apart from cruelty
experience it all from death to birth
and never ask about the warranty
it's what you see is what you get
no returns or refunds taken
so go to the challenge of life well met
and things undone won't leave you aching
LS 4/01/07 | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/9/2007 9:46:53 PM | This was posted in first, last and Age of Innocence
Plaster Caster
a sculpture for posterity
double checked for verity
an exacting replication
with not a single variation
a band aide with artistic bent
on rock stars to experiment
phallus no longer mystery
the rest is simply history
©LS 4/04/07 | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/10/2007 5:44:42 AM | The phallus once exposed
and deemed inadequate
withers like a rose
long past its date
to bloom.
The owner of that rejected phallus
is left alone to cry
“Too soon! Too soon!”
| |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/10/2007 8:41:25 AM | Jer, nice to see you posting again! That sand guy link you sent me is really cool.
No woman worth her salt would ever let a man know he was "not up to snuff" as it could be devastating to his ego.........some women though, when they are breaking up, will drop that information like a bomb. In my opinion, it dishonors the integrity of the woman, and the past of the relationship. It ruins everything, even the good memories.
****************************************************************************
eating the feet
you can't go wrong to hesitate
and leave, unuttered, thoughts with hate
but leave the smiling thoughts so kind
they're balm that soothes the troubled mind
you may never know your words impact
opinion can be taken as fact
someone could have a sleepless night
when something said was just not right
conversely you could make their day
with something nice you threw their way
a compliment will never cause
in retrospect, uneasy pause
I often find it hard to walk
because I do not walk the talk
my foot is in my mouth you see
and I have only one leg free
so here's advice from one who knows
(spoken from around her toes)
the higher road is the better way
(at least till later on today)...
©LS 3/14/07
previously posted in Anything Goes..... | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/10/2007 9:22:44 PM | Jacob
Jacob
your sixth birthday
was held today
we shopped
for your present
had dinner
but what I will
remember
is how you held
the door for me
all on your own
and how your
brown eyes
shone
as I stepped through
thanking you | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/11/2007 2:56:59 AM | Speaking of beef jerky and phallus's,.... er,... nevermind,... hehehehehe
- MY BEARDED DRAGON IS UP -
Dragon's awake and clawing the cage
The light of the monitor seems
To have awakened young Fang from his sleep
Now will the dark be redeemed?
Covered the cage to let him return
To the dreams of the outback
Soon in the sun he'll enjoy the morning
But not if rest he shall lack
- Erik - | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/11/2007 7:54:19 AM | Fang is howling at a fallow field
other lassies are much more fertile
this cold environment produces no yield
desolation's under my girdle........
*************************************************************************
Discipline
our weakness magnified as in our youth
when we were tender and denied the truth
we did intuit but were afraid to see
the path we were taking charged too steep a fee
and discipline actually could set us free
freedom and discipline walk side by side
and taking the long way can salvage our pride
generally we realize after we tried
the shortcut, pushing advice aside
and finding the holes in the path, that hide
as our impulsive and spontaneous side
It's procrastination without guide....
that makes unhappiness inside
©LS 3/03/07 | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/11/2007 9:13:40 PM | Brizo I loved the cat on the hot tin roof
I have it
yes I'm not quite sure what it is
or why it is
it just is
howling, laughing, crying
swinging too high perhaps
this should have happened a few years back
hot and cold
or that cat in heat
who yelps at the moon
oh what I would wish for if I could
a cool swimming pool outside right now
to go skinny dipping in
when no one is around
is there a cure for this golden autumn stage of life
I'm not ready for winter
the cat knows I've gone crazy when.... | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/11/2007 9:33:24 PM | Autumn, I used to love sweaters. Now I have a few light ones.....most of my shirts have v-necks or the chest exposed a bit. I wear light fleece jackets that I can take off when I get hot. It does get better, less frequent and severe. I did take some stuff called sentia, it's herbal, actually for enhancing desire, but I found it to be the most helpful thing with the hormone fluctuations.
I expected my sex life to fall off, but to my most pleasant surprise, it got pretty good! It's not that the faucet turns off, you just have more control of the flow. I've been "paused" now for hmm, three years. I do not like the way my body is trying to turn into a beach ball, yuck!
***************************************************************************
marlin of my heart
dangling that fishing line
in the sea of no bites
hoping to land
the marlin
of my heart
....later
when my net
is mended
©LS 2/15/07 | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/11/2007 9:56:40 PM | It certainly is another experience
I think it really needs to be shared
let the guys take a turn at it
and see more naked bodies
jumping into lakes and pools
crying for no reason
I hope this is a swift passage for me
I prefer to be calm inside
in control to some extent
if you can't fight it accept it
laugh at yourself
or go and hide under the covers for a while
hibernation time of the spirit of womanhood. | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/11/2007 9:58:37 PM | ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
I've always wanted to give a room of guys some birth control pills and put in a movie of "Old Yeller".......we'd see how long they lasted.......
oops, previously posted in Red Earth Mother's thread....
cat on a hot tin roof
I'm glad I'm old
released from the
hormone driven
howling
siamese yowling
posturing
ridiculous conceit
thinking I
sat upon a special
treat
when my head
and my heart
is what
set me
apart
and
made sex memorable
from the start
©LS 5/07/07 | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/11/2007 10:06:37 PM | | Brizo! Brava-doodle-do! | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/12/2007 7:35:19 AM |
my head
and my heart
is what
set me
apart
and
made sex memorable
from the start
Damn - that is fine!
And to save getting that post is too short message, I'll say it again:
Damn - that is fine!
And again:
Damn - that is fine!
And again:
Damn - that is fine!
And again:
Damn - that is fine! | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/12/2007 7:46:55 AM | What made sex memorable
for me
were the parts that had nothing
and yet everything to do with it!
The first notice
of the other:
her this or that
a lisp or an oblique
way of looking,
those first seemingly meaningless
words we exchanged
as banal, as everyday
as we could make them.
That first hint
of sex, which is never
without sin
and yet
is the essence of innocence.
Would she? Should we?
The next words
that were dented
somehow with longing.
Should we? Could we?
And what after that?
But it is the act
that needs no after
other than to lie in each other’s arms,
floating,
dreaming.... | |
|
| |
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/12/2007 11:12:18 AM | thank you Brolga and Alyosha......lately I seem to be surrounded by youngsters in sexual flush, their appetites so deep it makes me wince with remembrance of the itch that couldn't be scratched........ I much prefer the level now, more a want than a need.....Wooby, posted my opinion on the whole thing.....
last night trying to back up my files and put them on cd I duplicated and mixed everything up. It took hours to sort out all the limericks, wordplays, and stuff I'd already posted to the thread.......a flub on a grand scale.....
***************************************************************************
argh! I posted something I already posted.....obviously I've overlooked a few things....update
gold mine
searching for love
results are
intermittent
the strongest
spur
so we mine
heart lines
never
knowing when
a gold strike
will occur
LS 4/1/07 | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/12/2007 11:46:21 AM | over time I've written a few poems for other people, going to post them next.......but only the nice ones...... I'd rather leave the negative people guessing, was that me? Yeah, I know, I'm a sh!t........
****************************************************************************
this was for pensky when she was thinking of leaving, but it works for any friend......I get attached to youguys, then you leave, and I miss you........
Not another one! 2/01/07
cyber friend, I hope your write
was just a term to say goodnight
and not a way to say goodbye
and let another good thread die
I know I haven't let you know
and let you get your spirits low
but I consider you a friend
you always have my ear to bend
I don't quite understand the scene
but know that if you need to lean
your friends online will never mind
they'll listen, and they'll treat you kind
We're a motley crew, I know
consider this a place to go
and vent the things you need to say
so you can love another day
I know that love will come for you
and when it does, It will be true
So take my faith, I've some to spare
believe me when I say I care
Just take some time to clear your head
while you are gone, we'll tend your thread
and come on back when you feel able
to lay some rhyme upon the table
LS
**************************************************************************
Ode to Autumn
Autumn could teach you of manners and class
but you would never absorb it
you enjoy behaving like a solid gold ass
but soon you'll be sent into orbit
The lady has more class than you ever will
residing in her little finger
just keep continuing being a pill
and see how long you'll linger | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/12/2007 11:49:35 AM | apology to om 2/11/07
to Om, I'm sorry I was rude
you can't help you were born a male
my words your sex did not include
and I have let my manners fail
I meant to thank my female friends
because I feel a welcome here
in doing so I can't defend
excluding one we hold so dear
I meant no harm in gender base
but scrolling back I see there was
I apologize in any case
to you and Thorb and other boys(poetic liscense)
this isn't just a female thread
and never should have looked that way
forget the thoughtless words I said
we love to have you come and play
this sandbox holds the lot of us
it's big enough for girls and boys
so sorry that I caused a fuss
so carry on with all your toys
*************************************************************************
Om
your noble spirit
shines like the sun
beautiful one
creativity generates
to workman's hands
mind into matter
actions speak
sometimes in their lack
mellow chatter
the love you seek
unique
your desolation
scatter
LS | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/12/2007 12:10:44 PM | For Poet Friend
Poet Friend
you're a beautiful soul
a diamond from
a lump of coal
a lover you will
one day find
who sees your heart
and loves your mind
until that day
stay here with friends
and leave your thoughts
till cupid bends
LS 3/22/07
***************************************************************************
Health prayer for Cyn
may healing come
while you are sleeping
we'll hold you up
and give you faith
and strength for keeping
a wish is power
we wish you health
our love for keeping
protect you
restore you
while you are sleeping
LS 3/28/07 | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/12/2007 12:14:58 PM | here's a few for that famous first, last duo.............
Thorb and Thorn
I still see in black and white
they are characters of color
I'm a brown bird, duller
even so, I'll bite
so my dear gentlemen
my tribute to you
which I will now post
without further ado
(because AD2 beat me)
by a minute or two
between a Thorb and a Thorn
grab hold of the golden horns
versifying unicorns
flipping language to adorn
the sky is clear I see
no wicked witch for me (heehee)
I pass the rhyming key
and shake the poem tree
**********************************************************************
In hopes of dreaming of you
caught between a pulse and a prick
the lust that you imbue
you're making the maidens lovesick... | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/12/2007 12:23:40 PM | Eye guy
there once was a guy with an eye
he made the girls giggle and sigh
he was very witty
and could write a nice ditty
the man could compose on the fly
come back Mr man with an eye
I know it was a smartass reply
I was trying to rhyme
and killing some time
I'm sure you're a really cool guy
upon finding Mr Eye alone in his thread....
my goodness, you're here all alone?
did you fall and break your hipbone?
hope you fed your feline
or upon you she'll dine
"tastes like chicken" carved on your tombstone
goodness, more for Mr. Eye.........
There is one and only Eye
and we got the original guy
he's on Plenty of Fish
wishing fish on a dish
cracking wise to make the hours fly
the other guy's a pale imitation
Eye is golden like his favorite libation
he's amber and frisky
like beer and like whiskey
and does not undergo permutation
and one more.......
so the eye belongs to a face
I thought that might be the case
you look like Carrie's Big
with a white hair wig
now the women will all give chase
****************************************************************************
and a few for Ravin, a limerick buddy........
and then there's my buddy ravin
whose poetry sometimes I'm cravin
she expresses so well
that she does excel
sometimes her words are a haven
well Ravin, I'm saying goodnight
I should get up with the light
hope your girl made it home
from her snowbound roam
and now you are hugging her tight
I hope your daughter is safe
I know at the window you chafe
she'll get home all right
and you'll say goodnight
and go tuck in your little waif
***************************************************************************
oops, forgot one for Pensky..........
may the fun of your trip never end
and continue in life, pensky friend
discoveries continue
no matter the venue
and friendship it's sweetness to lend
perhaps it might turn into more
you know that's what we're hoping for
keep your camera on hand
keep exploring the land
with notebook your writing to store | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/12/2007 12:52:06 PM | a naughty one for Erik's birthday......
Erik's virility
Oh pretty little viking boy with curly hair of blond
who found a dusky canuk lass who swam upon the pond
the age you are is no big deal, it's just a number sir
unless your member doesn't rise or turgidness incur
***************************************************************************
then there's Black Mary, whose sheer genius made me speechless.....
Mr. Mary, this one is for you
craving the kindness
of strangers
intent types slowly
on the road
to hell
my hands are
intimidated
blank screen
blank mind
perhaps the stranger
is me
but your poems
dazzled
and I lost
my way
and I am
not worthy
but had to say
thanks
anyway
"I just had to hear your wondrous stories....lalalala"
LS | |
|
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/12/2007 2:42:40 PM |
this sandbox holds the lot of us
it's big enough for girls and boys
so sorry that I caused a fuss
so carry on with all your toys
What a gentle soul you are!
It’s plain that you have love to spare.
Hearts, like other muscles, grow
with exercise. Yours must be so strong by now! | |
|
Home
login 
