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Posted: 5/12/2007 7:17:00 PM | Ah, Brizo!!
My muse has gone to Latvia,
Therefore I can't go to bat fer ya
Or catch a werdball
Or dribble ink either
But, oh, I'll tip my hat to ya.
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Posted: 5/12/2007 8:11:57 PM | a fine hat it is Wooby my dear
Gandalf even remarked on it here
a sweet limerick you've left
with a touch that is deft
you've done it before, that is clear
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Posted: 5/13/2007 12:40:59 AM | The Ol' Hat Trick
I went out and bought me a new cowboy hat
You wouldn’t ever recognize me under that
Just came off the dusty cow trail
Need a gal with a sponge and a pail
Get in a poker game, that’s what I’m good at | |
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Posted: 5/13/2007 3:38:15 PM | ^^^^^
were your ears ringing yesterday? There's quite a bit of space devoted to you a page back, though nothing you haven't seen already...
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esteem
aim to hang somewhere higher...
self esteem
scrape
from my footsoles
scoop
from my hearts' bottom
gather
from my souls' outer limits
I am
whoever I say
I am
they
don't know me
but
I think
God does
Ls 4/2/07
previously in first, last and I think Mogador...... | |
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Posted: 5/13/2007 4:20:27 PM | excuse me I feel jus allill
ill from all the nice pills
in this her3 place
don't even get in a race
and things sead like
wow good on ya
or Lert me help
that's whert it is I like about poems in thise
here pleace | |
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Posted: 5/13/2007 7:43:01 PM | welcome stirrupdust.......make yourself at home, and just be yourself.............
demon ditty 2/04/07
no demons can be messing
or talking in my head
although I'll be confessing
I check under my bed
I look for eyes a gleaming
or the ivory flash of fangs
as quiet as it's seeming
there's uneasy little pangs
are they hiding between clothing
or behind my shower curtain
filled with fear and loathing
I'll check until I'm certain
LS
previously in first, last and Mogador | |
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Posted: 5/13/2007 8:17:27 PM | Look at me, i'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree;
And i feel like i'm clingin' to a cloud,
I can' t understand
I get misty, just holding your hand.
Walk my way,
And a thousand violins begin to play,
Or it might be the sound of your hello,
That music i hear,
I get misty, the moment you're near.
Can't you see that you're leading me on?
And it's just what i want you to do,
Don't you notice how hopelessly i'm lost
That's why i'm following you.
On my own,
When i wander through this wonderland alone,
Never knowing my right foot from my left
My hat from my glove
I'm too misty, and too much in love.
Too misty,
And too much
In love..... | |
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Posted: 5/13/2007 9:28:23 PM | Is it okay to throw bouquets at you?
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Posted: 5/14/2007 6:03:41 AM | I'll take g-strings and banana hammocks.......oh, and chocolate.......
previously posted in DailyPoet......
corporate greed
When cities look for revenue
they tax on everything you do
and then they send their bored police
for silly little fines to fleece
so now I have to file my dogs
into county liscence logs
and sweep my eyes with vigilance
to spy cops in their diligence
to fill their quota with my fines
for drifting over painted lines
Where does this extra money go?
that is what I'd like to know
while dodging potholes as I drive
and a three day limit on their lives
for dogs and cats that they impound
with stake and chain when found
when asked for help they call your plates
before responding, that really grates......
©LS 5/11/07 | |
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Posted: 5/14/2007 7:06:13 AM | G-strings, Banana Hammocks, and chocolate eh? Sounds like a private adventure! Hahahaha,.....
- GARDEN ENCOUNTER, OF FROGS AND MEN -
Laying in her Hammock like a banana you see
Brizo lounged in her G-string in sunny privacey
Munching on a chocolate bar eyes closed in delight
But her backyard sanctuary was not hid from sight
Glancing through a fence knot-hole eager as could be
Was a horney curious man who liked all he could see
He had an erection which was throbbing for her thighs
Looking at that hot woman with drooling horn-dog eyes
Drifting into dreamland as the wind so soft did blow
Content with her chocolate high her face was just aglow
Underneath a lowpoint in the fence among the plants
He found a small hole and climbed on under on his pants
Laying in her hammock our heroic epic girl
Sleeping with a wicked dream that gave her mind a swirl
In her dream she was a princess walking in a garden
Then she spotted a young frog and curious could harden
Her deep desire to discover if the myth was true
She closed her eyes and kissed the frog to see what it would do
But the frog turned into a gigilo without reserve
He kissed her lips and neck but soon would jump her nerve
Now as she lay the dreaming of a horney frisky frog
Under her hammock lay the man sporting his erect log
Through the net he parted string and gave her quite the licking
She softly moaned with wet dreams while her body was kicking
Now in her dream the amphibian now turned gigilo
Had her laying on her back and licked her well below
She groaned and moaned and writhed a bit then rolled on her side
The horney former frog in dream now took her for a ride
Meanwhile in her hammock she had shifted sideways true
Out of reach of netbound fingers what was he to do?
He stood and unzipped his pants then pulled the hammock to
He entered the sleeping hottie and started a slow screw
"OH GOD!" She cried in dream and life as frog and man moved faster
They did her well and did her hard, in sex they both were masters
Then the man leaned and kissed her breasts and she did groan
The gigilo who once was frog in dream she'd shook and moan
Growing bolder now the man crawled up into the net so strong
He held apart her ankles entering past side pulled thong
Oh how she groaned and climaxed in dream and groggy bliss
He cupped her breasts and leaned forth and gave her lips a kiss
Poof the man became a frog as her eyes opened wide
Her legs were spread across the net as if she'd had a ride
It seemed so real she gasped and panted as she'd rode that log
And then she saw between her legs a tiny confused frog
She giggled as she thought of her encounter in the dream
Where frog had turned to gigilo and made her helpless scream
"I'd almost kiss you Mr. Frog!" She said without dejection
"But I don't wanna take the chance on riding a strange erection!"
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Posted: 5/14/2007 11:21:36 AM | Erik ~~ I've always thought erections were a bit strange. That it must be very odd to live with a body part that clearly has a mind of its own. . . . No wonder they end up with names. . . .
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Posted: 5/14/2007 5:41:38 PM | hmmm, it appears I've been busy lately.....and so has Erik.........
Unwanted guests
Of silken threads we’ve been gathering…..
With our dreams.
the earth will go on
with or without our schemes
but will we be on her crust?
I don't know
we've kind of made it a bust
I don't think so
Ls
posted previously in first, last | |
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Posted: 5/14/2007 5:43:12 PM | Two Princes
I married the bad prince
Jim Morrison look alike
rich boy pseudo junkie
and regretted
in year weight
in tear weight
and the good prince
shacked up with me
his mother horrified
but he was too nice to see
too young to treatise
too needy indeedy
so now
I look for a peasant
with the mind
of a scholar
and the heart
of a mystic
©LS 4/20/07
previously posted in Daily Poet and Age of Innocence...... | |
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Posted: 5/14/2007 11:16:28 PM | Hi Brizo’s
Thanks for your poem about Eye Guy
I’m back here to give it one more try
Other threads threw a brick
I learned to duck real quick
I’m leaving this here for you on the sly | |
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Posted: 5/15/2007 1:27:50 AM | the news is falling down bridges
the walk of a life
time flys by their
on bridges
I hustle now
like a demon
set fire
for the day
it devours
in lightening like flashes and then
there it goes
taking
again
the world
becomes simple
I now like where I am
where you will
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Posted: 5/15/2007 7:05:40 AM | Ah Wooby, Erections are strange!, from the time guys get them, they have been trying to come to grips with them! < Hahaha sorry it was too good to pass up! As for naming them,.... not sure why men do that, but there is the old adage warning women,....
"Never trust anything that has two heads and thinks with the little one!"
The male counterpoint is,.....
"Never trust anything that bleeds for five days and wont die!"
hehehehe,... Cheers! Erik  | |
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Posted: 5/15/2007 4:23:18 PM | welcome, lip-red liquid....and thanks for the gift!
Erik, I've heard the bleed five days without dying before, and really when you think of it, it's true......
and when I die
nothing in the universe
is ever lost
so when I die
I can become
a lilac bush
a pear tree
a sunflower
food for deer
racoon
and birds
and so I become......
LS 4/26/07
previously posted in wooby's diner..... | |
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Posted: 5/15/2007 5:32:13 PM | Eye guy don't be afraid to post here
I know you're a smartass my dear
I'd like your smart mouth
even better down south
doing the alphabet cheer
(capitol T, capitol T!)
Thanks, Sam Kinison.... | |
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Posted: 5/15/2007 5:33:03 PM | I haven't posted in here in a while Brizo. I have been standing on the porch watching a storm pass through and enjoying it. What a glorious feeling...
She quivers inside
As a maiden waiting for her lover
Wrapped in a cloak as dark as night
She watches the trees bending to the earth
In a graceful bow
The rain splashes
And frolics in whispering rapture
Wake up it cries
To anyone
Who listens?
The sky rumbles in laughter
Wake up the birds cry
On their path across the tree line
Gather yourself and come
The evening cross
Has pierced the sky and all that lies
Within it’s sight
A gasp escapes her lips
Forgotten in the wind
As it rushes about in confusion
It came out of the west
As a wild train set free
In the mountains
Weaving its course
A zigzag darting tongue
A snake with ill abode
The sky naked
She stands frozen in time
Fingers pulling wisps of hair
From beneath her hood
Across her face
Covering her innocence
She is mesmerized by danger
Absorbs it inside her blood
A wild spirit
Wake up chants the night
Go inside to the hearth
And warming fire
Breathe in the calming incense
Of sea breeze and ripe worms
Be free in nature’s fury
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Posted: 5/15/2007 5:37:41 PM | Autumn, thanks for stopping by...I haven't left anything for you lately either, but as you can see, anything BUT innocence has been going on here, and I'm as much to blame as anyone.......
A zigzag darting tongue
A snake with ill abode
I liked the whole poem, especially these lines......
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nature's womb
Hiding in the womb of nature
wondrous things of adaptation
colors that could make you weep
music that could make you soar
God is riotous and gaudy
how I love his untamed beauty
©LS 4/06/07
previously posted in first, last, and gandalf's | |
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Posted: 5/15/2007 6:41:18 PM | | This is about having fun Brizo and I loved nature's womb. | |
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Posted: 5/15/2007 8:41:07 PM | Autumn  well, I'm having fun then....I have to remember that movie you recommended for my netflix queue...how old is this man now? I think he was in his l te twenties or thirties when I heard this in the seventies......but I remember, VERY handsome, he almost knocked my crush on David Cassidy aside....almost.....and who was the guy who played in the sitcom about the mail order brides sent to Seattle? ( a true story btw)......
Rainy Day People - Gordon Lightfoot 
Rainy day people always seem to know when it's time to call
Rainy day people don't talk, they just listen till they've heard it all
Rainy day lovers don't lie when they tell ya they've been down like you
Rainy day people don't mind if you're cryin a tear or two
If you get lonely, all you really need is that rainy day love
Rainy day people all know there's no sorrow they can't rise above
Rainy day lovers don't love any others, that would not be kind
Rainy day people all know how it hangs on a piece of mind
Rainy day lovers don't lie when they tell you, they've been down there too
Rainy day people don't mind if you're cryin a tear or two.
Rainy day people always seem to know when you're feeling blue
High stepping strutters who land in the gutters sometimes need one too
Take it or leave it, or try to believe it
If you've been down too long
Rainy day lovers don't hide love inside they just pass it on
Rainy day lovers don't hide love inside they just pass it on | |
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Posted: 5/15/2007 10:44:32 PM | Gordon Lightfoot was born on November 17, 1938 in Orillia, Ontario, Canada
This is one of my very favorites of his:
I can see her lyin back in her satin dress
In a room where ya do what ya dont confess
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you been creepin round my back stairs
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you been creepin round my back stairs
Shes been lookin like a queen in a sailors dream
And she dont always say what she really means
Sometimes I think its a shame
When I get feelin better when Im feelin no pain
Sometimes I think its a shame
When I get feelin better when Im feelin no pain
I can picture every move that a man could make
Getting lost in her lovin is your first mistake
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you been creepin round my back stairs
Sometimes I think its a sin
When I feel like Im winnin when Im losin again
I can see her lookin fast in her faded jeans
Shes a hard lovin woman, got me feelin mean
Sometimes I think its a shame
When I get feelin better when Im feelin no pain
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you been creepin round my back stairs
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you been creepin round my back stairs
Sometimes I think its a sin
When I feel like Im winnin when Im losin again
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Posted: 5/16/2007 4:54:16 PM | Wooby, I like Pony Man by Gordon Lightfoot.....so far my favorite. They like me at work, so guess things are going better. I feel more comfortable with the registers and touch screens, and learning quite a bit about medicines, insurance, billing etc....and oddly enough, which doctors I'll avoid. When their patients are sitting there waiting for the Dr. to call back so they can get a prescription which was supposed to be called in the day before and it seems the same doctors are coming up.....tells me where their priorities are.....
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heavy heart
In a dance called
love's mistakes
you have buried me
in stones
my chest is
sorrow heavy
I shuffle
mindlessly
through
my day
my thoughts
with you
wishing for
just
one
more
glimpse of
your face
and the return
of my heart
to its
rightful place
LS 3/13/07
previously posted in first, last & NannieKates | |
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Posted: 5/16/2007 6:01:16 PM | witty ditty
there's a girl who's pretty
and deserves her own ditty
about the fact that she's unique
which does not imply that she's a geek
she likes synonyms and antonyms, too
a wordsmith for sure, i say it's true
she has no time at all for fools
or those who go about breaking rules
her poems vary, humorous to sublime
some are free verse, others rhyme
all provide a peek into her soul
and prove that she is one who's whole
she's not perfect, but, who among us is
from what i see, she attends to her biz
delving into what makes her tick
devoting time to introspection, not being slick
and, so, this i say, with a small grin
when they hand out the kudos, show no chagrin
for, brizo, you deserve them all
so, on the podium, please stand tall
ok...i was moved by the moment, and honest appreciation for your writes, brizo. so, don't get TOO swelled a head.
as for your comment about the gunslinger, perhaps you missed my ode to same?? i agree...tho' i read them all, it was downhill after the third volume.
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