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Posted: 5/20/2007 9:59:43 AM | | Brizo - "Happy Birthday" sweetie. I hope you receive the biggest hugs from all the grandkids and sticky kisses as they gobble up your cake. I don't know what we would do without you on POF. I have a feeling that life is going to be looking up for you! *hugs* (47 is a wonderful age by the way) | |
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| Happy Birthday to us!
Posted: 5/20/2007 10:22:20 AM | Thanks Autumn.......usually the seven years I gain weight which never comes off, some kind of internal hormonal change or something. Perhaps this seventh year, I'll change the tide and add excercise back into my life..... that's the problem.
Glorious day out, I have a hydrangea, clematis, pinks and four trees to plant......guess I better get out there....while the gettins good...........and call to see if the kids are coming over......
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from no lips but mine
from no lips but mine
hear
the words
I offer
melting
sweet kisses
I proffer
shamelessly
while propriety
pretends
she isn't looking
chagrined
it seems
she wants you
too
oh hell
may as well
©LS 5/20/07
previously posted in first, last and Wooby's | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
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| Happy Birthday to us!
Posted: 5/20/2007 4:38:00 PM | Aw Brizo, Happy Bday! 
Glad you got some flora to nurture for your day
Mom for many, you are, and Mother Nature in your way.
May your vibrant, exquisite existence live long and prosper!
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| Happy Birthday to us!
Posted: 5/20/2007 6:04:09 PM | Happy happy Birthday, sweet friend. Jer's right you are our gift! Thank you!
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Omen
One couldn't escape the phlox today
wearing their prettiest dresses
purple, lavenders, white
rioting everywhere
dancing along
field, hedge, hill
sun and shadow
shine and gleam
summer's gladdest greeters
And two weeks early. . . .
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Posted: 5/20/2007 6:54:50 PM | Thank you pensky, and Wooby.....I hope everyone realizes how much I value your friendship! It was a great day, my dad and his family, and both daughters and all the grandkids came out, and we had dinner and cake. Joe brought the trampoline back, so the kids bounced around all afternoon.
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God the painter
To the east
the rising sun
cotton candy pink
contrasting bands
of sky blue
what a glorious eye
for art, our creator
God makes
the pigments
vivid, arresting
poppy red
purple wave petunia
dawn cloud pink
ocean or sky blue
spring green
autumn gold
thank you god
for the end of
the long
bitter night
dawn's glorious light
upon earth's shelf....
and the faith of friends
to believe in myself
©LS 3/12/07 I think I have this posted in Poetfriends canvas thread... | |
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| Happy Birthday to us!
Posted: 5/20/2007 8:42:35 PM | I missed the Birthday Party!
I missed the whole parade
Did you save me a margareta
from the last batch you made?
Hope it was a good one
and leads a new great year
Happy belated Birthday
Our poetic Brizo Dear.
Sorry Yoko, it stays here. | |
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| Happy Birthday to us!
Posted: 5/20/2007 8:46:05 PM | HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
Brizo, Brizo, don't up and sneeze, no!
When the spring pollen
Is wafting and fallen
On pink wings that'll make you wheeze so.
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Posted: 5/20/2007 9:01:33 PM | Ravin, would you like some Beringer white merlot? What I'm drinking right now.....
Rory, pollen is okay but the last two years mowing makes my eyes swell and my nose run.....especially if grass flies into my eye.....
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Ravin, this is for your dream, and John Lennon, this is for your dream, and to the "irrelevant" Jimmy Carter, this is for your dream........
Melanie Safka
Lay down (Candles in the Rain)
Lay down lay down lay it all down
Let your white birds smile
At the ones who stand and frown
Lay down lay down lay it all down
Let your white birds smile
At the ones who stand and frown
We were so close there was no room
We bled inside each other's wounds
We all had caught the same disease
And we all sang the songs of peace
Lay down lay down lay it all down
Let your white birds smile
At the ones who stand and frown
Lay down lay down lay it all down
Let your white birds smile
At the ones who stand and frown
So raise candles high 'cause if you don't
We could stay black against the night
Oh raise them higher again
And if you do we could stay dry against the rain
Lay down lay down lay it all down
Let your white birds smile
At the ones who stand and frown
Lay down lay down lay it all down
Let your white birds smile
At the ones who stand and frown
We were so close there was no room
We bled inside each other's wounds
We all had caught the same disease
And we all sang the songs of peace
Some came to sing, some came to pray
Some came to keep the dark away
So raise candles high 'cause if you don't
We could stay black against the sky
Oh oh raise them higher again
And if you do we could stay dry against the rain
Lay down lay down lay it all down
Let your white birds smile
At the ones who stand and frown
Lay down lay down lay it all down
Let your white birds smile
At the ones who stand and frown
Lay down lay down lay it all down
Let your white birds smile
At the ones who stand and frown
Lay down lay down lay it all down
Let your white birds smile | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/21/2007 4:40:24 PM | One thing you can't change
One thing you can't change is death
I regret sharply causing yours
you stepped out that morning with your mate
to cross the road to the creek
the other car avoided you
and I, thinking you would stay
tried to go my merry way
flustered, you stepped
right into my path, I avoided one
but clipped the other
hoping she was not a mother
I thought of work
and tables of time
which don't exist in your world
only the sun
and instinct to follow
and I felt hollow
and unclean
obscene
could I take my morning back
I would
I'd leave earlier
and hesitate
wait
when I spied you
but death
is the one thing you can't change
©LS 5/11/07 previously posted in Daily Poet and Ethics and Supressed Desires | |
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Posted: 5/21/2007 4:44:41 PM | | What was in your path that day Brizo? I read it over a couple of times and still am not sure if it was animal or bird. | |
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Posted: 5/21/2007 6:29:05 PM | gar, I hate so much admitting this......a canadian goose. A huge one.....it was beautiful.....they were nearly to the other side, and for some reason, turned back into my path. They like to use the creek and then cross the road into a little pond these people have in their yard. The whole thing is on a sharp curve, so by the time you see them, there's not much reaction time. Still, I wish I just would have sat there and let them take their time.  They always give me special joy in the spring with their colonies, and little families.
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Here's a sign
Under that old street light
the waves emanated
electric
I watched, entranced
as animals made
their visitations
in tune with
the universe
later, when you
got off work
you burst
my bubble
there was
my sign
LS 5/16/07
first last & Autumn's | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/21/2007 7:26:13 PM | belated birthday greetings, brizo, dear.
however, while you may think canadian geese are attractive, i consider them a blight. all they do is leave their droppings in the park, where sam finds them, and EATS them...we call it duck pate. but, yuck!!, then he wants to kiss me with that mouth. ucck! | |
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Posted: 5/21/2007 7:40:05 PM | thank you S...they are beautiful, from a distance. I wanted to help the poor thing, but I know how mean geese are, especially when they're frightened and in pain, so I drove to the fire station and asked them to contact a wildlife officer. My daughter's kids found 8 baby bunnies in the apartment complex, no idea where the mother was, so we called these wildlife rescuers. They were so cute! Hve you read Watership Down? That had me enthralled last summer.....
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The Battle of Footsie Hill
At four a.m. I depart
to sail my lonely bed
as admonitions I impart
to my insomniac head
Polly will attempt
to sleep upon my feet
I view this with contempt
although my cat is sweet
I cannot sleep encumbered
she can sleep beside, not on
besides she is outnumbered
by two feet that want her gone | |
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Posted: 5/22/2007 9:38:50 AM | ^^^^^ that's cute, brizo. my cat used to sleep on the pillow, where she could keep her eye on me.
i read watership down a long time ago. i remember parts that made me cry. only a few days ago, i noted the movie was on one of the cable channels. it was an animated film, and though i haven't seen it in a while, i remember it was pretty good.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0078480/ | |
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Posted: 5/22/2007 4:00:20 PM | the part that made me weep is when the trickster tried to get diseased through his ears, but he couldn't because he had no ears for fleas, only the burdock ones. Then he goes home and no one even knows of his sacrifice, as time has moved forward so much.....I tried to read to my granddaughter, but I was crying too much. She thinks I'm "a little delicate" now......
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boomerang
And all I can do is flee
the love that weights me down
and draws my heart back home
and turns me back around
my heart belongs to you
my soul belongs to me
if you do not return my love
return my heart to me
Ls 4/4/07 | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/22/2007 7:16:16 PM | Opie
Bentley called you dopie
but I always knew
he loved you
and because I loved you both
I almost let you go
so neither would grieve
when I had to leave
those first few years
back here
you were picked on so
and I knew I
was the reason you stayed
I prayed
you wouldn't leave
every day
we played our game
where you fell on your back
to attack
but you never claw or bite
and I never really
pull your tail
and I suppose
someone might think
you're nothing special
to look at
but kitty
you're special
to me
LS 5/22/07 | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/22/2007 7:49:32 PM | Hi Brizo
You don’t need a birthday
To be a show stopper
I was going to give
you a new penny copper
While we are having fun
She is still looking for
Someone to call her ‘hon’
How about…a date with
a New York City copper
How about…a date with
A Chicago spirit rapper
or maybe someone
a little more dapper
who will take off
her wrapper and tapper
before this poem
falls into the crapper | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/22/2007 7:54:16 PM | | why thank you Eye, your good wishes will hopefully be heard by the universe, along with my blue plate special......know what I miss? Flirting, done well...... | |
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Posted: 5/22/2007 8:11:27 PM | Dear Brizo don't cry over a spilled goose. Let me explain please...
When I was only a little girl
the flight of the geese
was an epiphany
I was spellbound watching them form
a perfect V
it was a harbinger of autumn
a school bell sounding in the chill air
now
I sat down by the lake tonight
eating a fast food picnic dinner
watching one fat goose using my scenic view
as his toilet
green stinky turd every where
I don't even know if he can fly any more
he was so fat
and much like the population
he doesn't always watch what he eats
the problem being that those lovely foxes
who use to balance nature
have been pushed farther and farther away
with the construction of houses
we even have signs made especially for them
"don't feed the geese" or "goose crossing"
instead of deer crossing signs
we have gaggles of those lazy creatures
who are warm enough now in our climate
to not head south for the winter
another sad sign that the planet is changing. | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/23/2007 6:38:57 AM | - HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIZO! -
Older and wiser by yet a year
Still holding up well with a nice rear
So here's to you and all your dreams
For you are much more then it seems
Now that your day has come to pass
Though I make teases about your a ss
I wish you joy and you know it's true
So here's to the very best Birthday for you!
- Erik - "I'll jump out of the man-cake, but are you ready to blow out the candle?" hahahaha,.....      | |
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Posted: 5/23/2007 4:47:49 PM | Erik, thanks for the birthday wishes.....my rear was doing nicely till about two years ago.....not sure what's going on there, I seem to be attempting a new body part, between the buttock and upper thigh........as far as your candle goes, with my luck you'd have one of those trick relighting ones........
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Lynda Mae
I sit in my home
on the land
that your death
paid for
knowing
you would love
to see it
wishing
I could
invite you
becoming a grandma
two months before
your death
sitting at the
head of the table
and losing
my anchor
sea change
and drowning
in it
couldn't articulate
to anyone
the rapid
generational leap
and how suddenly
and finally
my perception
had changed
leaving
me dizzy
there have been
men I wanted
to introduce
and family members
you haven't seen
moved on
no trace anywhere
even your grave
only pictures, resemblance
and memory
LS 3/12/07
previously posted in Pummeling, and the Pines | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/23/2007 4:49:11 PM | Incommunicado
I stopped visiting your grave
feeling foolish
you so obviously
are not there
once you came
to me
in a dream
but you would not speak
I never feel you
you have well and truly
crossed over
and are
incommunicado
©LS 5/2/07
previously posted in daily poet (humormonger) | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/23/2007 7:48:11 PM | | Brizo-Incommunicado is a very moving poem. Great development and ending. | |
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Posted: 5/23/2007 8:01:20 PM | bottom line
you are dead and gone
surely, moved on
this place you rest
is meaningless
i need no marker
you exist within me
i can speak to you at will
no talismans required
but, i doubt you hear
yet, i keep trying
listening, for the echo | |
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Posted: 5/23/2007 8:14:17 PM | Thank you, Mr. Mary.....my mother and nephew never speak to me, so the stories of people who feel connected to their dead leave me a little envious.....though I'm glad they have made a complete transition....
S, know precisely what you mean. One cool thing though, mom is over by the ice cream stand she loved so much.....sometimes near the end it was the only thing I could get her to eat....
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ice
your heart is so cold
it's surface like ice
I skate
carving my name
with blades
unable
to penetrate
©Ls
previously posted in Om's | |
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