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Posted: 5/16/2007 7:16:19 PM | humormonger, thank you!  I was pretty happy to see your name as the last poster, like pulling into your driveway and a friend is there waiting....... if my head swells, I'll fall off the podium......or perhaps sail off via my balloonish head......
I read the link, and until you pointed it out, didn't realize how soap opera the later books became.....Susannah grated on me till the last two books, and it didn't seem true to character that she would permit her body to carry a child who she knew would be evil.......so I guess the suffering she did in the last two books made me feel like she cancelled her debts. It bothered me how Oy died, like all he was was a service dog, and then okay, if all it was a do-over then was the world ever REALLY dying? Were the three just figments of Roland's imagination? Did these same unfortunate people get pulled from life to life to serve as his ka-tet, lifetime after lifetime? 
I'll have to email you and talk about books....and also, looooved your poem i confess, great twist at the end....
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oddly enough, while you were penning your ode, I was working on a poem in my "needs lots of work" folder written after someone had been harshly critical of all the poets on here......
stumble bum
Coax your
tattered dignity
to write again
forget
thoughtless words
another spoke
writing
can be like
dancing
even momentary
self doubt
will cause fumbling
as you lose
your rhythm
skill and talent...
who can say?
most of us
penners
from childhood
anyway....
©LS 3/08/07 | |
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Posted: 5/16/2007 8:11:30 PM | | Wooby and Brizo I have seen Gordon Lightfoot in concert at least 3 times over the years. My brother actually met him in a coffee shop having breakfast in Toronto. His poetry has always moved me and I love his romantic songs as well as some of the ballads. It's nice to read his music as poetry. Actually David has been learning Pony Man on the guitar and I sing along as if I was 18 again. *grin* | |
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Posted: 5/17/2007 1:56:37 AM | "Egad Pinkie! Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Uhhh,... I think so Brain! But how are we ever going to fit all that cheese into such a little hole?!"
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Same thing we do every night Pinkie,... try to take over the World!
- A SHORT ODE TO SAM KINESSON -
Ah here's to Sam Kinesson I miss him so
A sarcastic wit that came from below
A hero of mine that I enjoyed a bunch
The comic who kicked when he told the punch!
- Erik -    | |
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Posted: 5/17/2007 8:23:17 AM | Autumn, lucky you! I looked him up last night, and he's aged pretty well. There's something about your country that grows great songwriters.......Neil Young, Gord, and Anne Murray....... Erik, no idea about the cheese.......if it's my ode you're just jealous......
If it's Gordon Lightfoot I stand behind my musical choice, and I raise you one John Denver. If it's any consolation I also listen to Disturbed, Chevelle, Marilyn Manson, and that's just one genre.....I don't limit myself whatsoever to what I like, though my daughters make fun of me for my Warrant CD, I stand behind "Uncle Tom's Cabin", and "I Saw Red" great songs in any era....besides, if they bug me enough I'll put on Dwight Yokum or Glenn Miller......I love their Green Day, but wish the lead singer would get his adenoids fixed....
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dog hearing
seeing you
everything stills
my madly thumping heart
and my traitorous smile
(silly guileless things)
lack dignity
telephoto eyes
focus on you
blurring the background
dog hearing develops
that I needn't miss
anything clever
and you know....
you know
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Posted: 5/17/2007 12:38:34 PM | hope chest
due to dreadful lies
my heart lies broken
on the floor
where you tossed it
in your haste
to the door
gingerly
I touch the hole
where my belief
in my own judgement
used to reside
it went to hide
along with faith
in the hope chest
somewhere underneath
the tooth fairy
and prince charming
LS 4/20/07
previously posted in Poetfriend's, and first line, last....... | |
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Posted: 5/17/2007 12:40:55 PM | gone
our mind refuses
to believe
until we see the dead
the missing flame
gut kicks
knocks us to our knees
then our heart knows
our heart knows
no blood to
provide warmth and color
remote and still
they are gone
and left us the beloved shell
to touch with utter sorrow
the cherished face
to memorize
against tomorrow
©LS 4/20/07 | |
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Posted: 5/17/2007 3:54:37 PM |
Were the three just figments of Roland's imagination?
They were figments of my imagination
At least the past three
And so I have mastered masterbation
At least for the mastery...:/
Regards, en passant..:) | |
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Posted: 5/17/2007 4:16:25 PM | ah, I forgot, R......Stephen King has a whole series named after you..... Of course, we just know the gunslinger's gotta be you.....how do you look in cowboy boots?
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Between Scylla and Charybdis
I dance between possession
and excessive independance
between devil and deep blue sea
a rock and a hard place
devil would make a meal of me
deep blue sea would suck me in
and spit me out
drowning in ego
never ending water spout
rocks hide hunger and smothering intention
opposite a whirlpool
Homer's allegorical invention
wrapped in literary convention
but it's all Greek to me
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Posted: 5/17/2007 10:31:44 PM | I posted this in Eyes limericks thread, but I'm going to leave my overnight man order in case the universe is listening.....who knows, maybe he's right around the corner. I SO want my head turned, it's been such a long time........
Blue plate special
love like Raymond, gently
f*u*c*k like Bentley
good in bed
look like Ed
charm like Dean, intently
©LS 5/17/07 | |
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Posted: 5/18/2007 6:54:18 AM | - HEARD BY THE COSMOS -
Tells her how she's pretty
Great massage and witty
Endless skill in bed
Romance always fed
A God of dirt and gritty
- Erik -
But unfortunately I am taken,... sorry dear,... hahahaha,.... | |
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Posted: 5/18/2007 10:51:30 PM | It's for the best, Viking......my musical taste would probably drive you nuts...... Compliments are supposed to be truthful to be effective.......
Hoh
old growth forest
thick gnarly roots
intersect a plush carpet
of needles
trunks
thick with moss
gargantuan fungi
colossal ferns
rhododendrons overhead
mankind
brought down to size
humbled and reverent
wee folk
in this ancient wonderland
LS 4/29/07
posted in daily poet (humormonger) Jer's | |
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Posted: 5/18/2007 11:27:05 PM | I heard them in the trees every where
mouths open to receive the sacrament
of life and love
their song was pure
their bodies still small and naked
waiting for nourishment
from the mother
the guardian of their existance
sustainer of the balance
some traditions may now be extinct
but this at least is real
a tiny hand in yours
with many questions
gazing at the nest in the tree
with facination
too young for envy
of why you can't fly up
and touch the sky
instead
children will flap their wings
and dance around to their own energy
the little voice inside
which cries for freedom
the sacrament is a gift from the earth
to her children
fly in your hearts and minds
on spring's own wings
painted by dreams
on a rainy day
a little book rests on the table
pictures without words
it's reachable to little hands
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Posted: 5/19/2007 2:50:51 AM | - I LIKE ALMOST EVERYTHING! -
Musical taste would drive me nuts?
I doubt that for I listen with guts
To everything except rap and country
Not into self pity or hip hop you see
From metal to classical, blues, and jazz
Regae, and salsa, it all has pazzazz
Slow songs and pop and classic rock too
There's not that much music that I wouldn't do
I even like some country if it's upbeat
And oldies and filk songs can both be neat
Opera and folk songs so what did you mean?
Your taste drive me nuts? girl you know that's obscene!
- Erik - Hahahaha,...   | |
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Posted: 5/19/2007 8:49:41 AM | Autumn, that was beautiful! I love birds, so thanks for leaving that here......I read a sad fact that avian flu has nearly decimated songbird populations. I wonder what the pine beetle problem is going to do to the habitat....
Erik:
I thought you were teasing me
about Gordon Lightfoot you see
I like country that's old
and Eminem's gold (mostly)
but salsa's the music for me
I also love reggae
puts sunshine in my day
and bluegrass is sweet
a special treat
from Cuban jazz I'll never stray
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love
it’s but a word.
but what a word
unuttered
neglected
it can shatter hearts
spoken
demonstrated
it can unite two
or millions
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love is not a noun
it's a verb
demonstrate
and illuminate
©Ls 4/18/07
previously posted in ethics and supressed desires, and first to last | |
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Posted: 5/19/2007 8:58:09 AM | I posted this before don't remember where or when but it seems to fit following on your last:
Not by Wishing
Not by wishing will magic be achieved,
Nor what we give
Will equal that which we’ve received.
We travel on crooked paths, in hazy light,
Convinced that we’re on highways, bright
And straight. By losing our way,
We finally get home. We say
The meanest things at times instead
Of the love we mean to say. That word
Is difficult for us.
But love is not what’s said,
But what’s both said and heard.
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Posted: 5/19/2007 12:51:48 PM | sometimes, especially when words can fail us, touch is all-important.....can say, "I love you" ..........and "I'm sorry" ..............and sometimes "you are irreplaceable".........
Tangle
Oh God
take me
play me
like a fine instrument
run your hands
along my lines
make me catch
my breath
drown me
in eroticism
let me lose
myself
in you
make my heart
stop
please
make me feel
I want to wake up
tomorrow
in a tangle
of sheets
and hearts
LS 1994
previously posted in bubblez thread.........and here, did I already post this? Folks, you may see a few things more than once, my files got mixed by moi last week....... | |
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Posted: 5/19/2007 4:49:37 PM | company b
not aggressive enough
to make the cut
the soother
the smoother
sitting on the bench
and cheering the types A's
as they elbow
to make the shot
without b's good nature
the world would snarl
both literally
and figuratively
but he calmly picks apart
the knot
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Posted: 5/19/2007 9:15:55 PM | Dear Brizo
You have honoured my thread and I thought that it would be nice to share a little piece here in yours. 
-Rain-
Pristine like celestial tears,
one by one
droplets of emotion
falling from that heaven
of your heart,
touching my face
filtering through my skin,
moisturizing my soul
in the down of love...
Pristine like celestial tears,
each reaching my avid lips
flooding with sweet sensations
my formerly arid mouth
Other days saw no life
upon the landscape
of my latent soul
when dark clouds gathered
and frozen my land
to its very core
Then finally
came the rain
adorned with a rainbow,
irrigating those cracks
of my fractured heart
Then finally
there was a new life,
though shy,
blossoming with each raindrop...
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(C) 2007 - Ro.M. (Poet Friend) | |
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Posted: 5/19/2007 9:23:55 PM | You guys are beautiful. Great thread of life, by some of POF's finest here.
It's spring where I live. Or it's trying to be.
It’s here!
In green and lilac drifts.
Frost crinkled in the mornings still
The blossoms are hopeful,
And tonight the moon dances with Venus | |
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Posted: 5/20/2007 1:06:19 AM | Yay!! I got visitors! Thanks for the gifts, nothing could be nicer on my birthday....as of midnight I'm officially 47.....when I was young I never thought I'd be this age, or when I ran it through my mind I always looked like Mrs. Beasley.....glad spring is finally springing for you Canadians......Poetfriend, a pretty love poem, it's my fondest wish for you and all my friends that you are writing love from current experience....
the face
otherwise known as a face
storefront for busy cranium
facade that shows
or sometimes hides
thought processes
going on behind
computer case
for brain
sometimes flashy
sometimes vain
consciousness
resides
behind the mask
the face
provides
©LS 5/17/07 | |
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Posted: 5/20/2007 6:17:49 AM |
I want to wake up
tomorrow
in a tangle
of sheets
and hearts
Man! (So to speak) I love that!
From far away
via your words here
and in some private exchanges
I sometimes feel your heart
has lain naked in my bed
your mind has rioted
or sung panegyrics
to life,
to life and nothing
else, nothing less than that | |
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Posted: 5/20/2007 7:12:27 AM | It’s not so much
your 47th year
as the anniversary
of one more year
that some of us
have been privileged
to know you!
Happy Birthday
to us! Happy Birthday to us!
Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday!
Happy Birthday, lucky us!
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Posted: 5/20/2007 8:56:00 AM | brizo,
those of us
who have had the pleasure
to witness your words
understand
that the character
in command
will guide her soldiers
keen and straight
through wisdom
for many more years
and we will continue to say
there goes
a cool leader
happy b-day..:)
(I second Jer's quote box, also!) | |
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Posted: 5/20/2007 9:33:42 AM | Wow guys, hope I do justice to the tributes......thanks so much for the birthday wishes ! For nearly a month I hesitated to post my old poems, but one day I took the plunge and was warmly welcomed in Kevin's thread. After awhile I started playing in first and last, and writing new stuff. The sheer volume made me wonder how I had been able to be silent for so long...... You have it backwards, I'm very grateful to all of you and POF, for providing such an eclectic and stimulating environment for creativity. Hopefully I get to see the grandkids today...
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night music
cyclic spectrum of the night
cicada sings insectile song
it rises roundly
ebbs away
the waa waa bar
a wall of noise
for night music
Ls 4/9/07
previously posted in Ravin's (I think) and first, last..... | |
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