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Posted: 5/23/2007 8:23:07 PM | Hmmm she's on to me about the trick,... er candle,.... hahahahaha
You're welcome Brizo! 
- Erik -  | |
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Posted: 5/24/2007 7:39:08 AM | Viking, I've been onto you forevah.....Autumn's right, Cyn's got her hands full......but she is very spirited and will give it right back.......
here's a couple for the poets on POF........
volley
some random jots
we lob bon mots
over the poetry net
in hopes of a spike
better yet a volley
for our scrabbled folly
smiling with pleasure
when our measure
is taken
LS 5/24/07 | |
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Posted: 5/24/2007 7:39:58 AM | shout out
I'll never trust
negativity again
and question
whether I have
anything
to offer
aware I'm of limited
articulation
any meager talent
lying latent
until the light
was nearly suffocated
but here I am
shouting out
to all of you
I care about
I like your stuff
be it serious
or fluff
don't hesitate
to fill my plate
LS 2/08/07 | |
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Posted: 5/24/2007 11:43:37 AM | It will be.
A unification of soul
A happening of rhythm
A sit and talk by the firelight
And sip on stars.
Tents and cookouts and outhouse doors
And poetry everywhere
The spirit moves
Factor in the THIRD weekend in August.
Think near Peterborough, Ontario, Canada.
Think poetry
And drums
And flutes
And guitars
And voices
And banners
And billowing sails
Ist annual poetic drum and flute fest and gathering of very cool people who pontificate in poetry, at Deva Gardens. | |
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Posted: 5/24/2007 7:34:21 PM | oh, I wanna go..... Why can't I be Canadian, eh?
a prick
his name was d*i*c*k
very apt as
well, he was
a prick
nothing you did
could ever pass muster
he'd rage and
he'd bluster
and pop you so fast
he made you see stars
and there were records
of your transgressions
punishment sessions
counted for you
during the day
just in case
you forgot the way
things were
your smiling presence
a burr
that lodged under his skin
thank god
we were not
kin
he'd reel you in
to watch you fall
but I learned
how not to bawl
and in that small way
I ruined
his day........
©LS 5/21/07 | |
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Posted: 5/24/2007 7:49:14 PM | Wishes can come true
little bird
upon the branches dream
some where a hand of fate
is planning your journey
close your eyes and turn around three times
your coach awaits you
it has not taken form as yet
but minds are thinking
of the possibility
do not cry
for what you wish for
may come true. | |
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Posted: 5/24/2007 8:29:25 PM | Hi Brizo, Ravin,Autumn!
I wanna go Canada too! For gatherings of pontificating poets and because the current U.S.administration is...... ...currentlyannoying me.
Love looking around and reading in here!
RedMother | |
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Posted: 5/24/2007 8:50:31 PM | ^^^yeah, I have no idea how he got the dems to pass that bill........did you see some guy in WI or MN (always get those two mixed up) shut down his station in protest at the prices....okay, so we elect a Texan and then expect not to pork barrel.....gas has doubled since he's been in office, and then some.....
Autumn, that would be so nice! It's been awhile since I've been away for vacation....
Red Earth Mother, thank you! You know how much I like your stuff....
flip flop
carefree summer shoe
unpretentious alternative
to "no service"
you are hastily
slid into
but
there is a price
for convenience
there is no hiding
appearances must
be kept
and so
a pedicure
awaits
©LS 4/25/07
previously posted in daily poet | |
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Posted: 5/24/2007 8:58:41 PM | | Honestly it seems like a long time since I have had a real vacation. My kids have been treated to several wonderful trips with their father - Hawaii and a cruise. I sometimes wish I could show them the world but a camping weekend in August sounds like fun too. Brizo- Red Mother Earth is going in for an operation tomorrow and needs some poetry to keep her strong. | |
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Posted: 5/25/2007 5:00:59 PM | autumn, I will be thinking of healing.......
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I bet you never knew
tonight I miss you
I bet you never knew
how beautiful
and treasured
you made me feel
tonight I miss you
I bet you never knew
that I was not so raw
but your magic hands
made me dance
tonight I miss you
I bet you never knew
that you could make me melt
astonished at the passion
that I felt
tonight I miss you
I bet you never knew
that every time I walk the path
or use the steps
I think of you
tonight i miss you
I bet you never knew
how much I loved
your gentle ways
and care of my pets
tonight I miss you
I bet you never knew
I loved you for the labor
the homely way you showed
your feelings
your actions spoke louder
than words
and you may think I walked away
and never gave a second thought
if only it were so
it hurt to let you go
and tonight I miss you
©LS 2/13/07 | |
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Posted: 5/25/2007 5:15:21 PM | | Is it maudlin of me to note that this was written the day before St Valentine's day? What a poem, Brizo! It somehow hurts more or hits home harder when things are reduced or refined to such simple, unpretentious language, something not all that far from Ouch! | |
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Posted: 5/25/2007 6:03:51 PM | Though it's a compilation of several boyfriends, it's mainly about the last boyfriend who was very hard to let go. There were many areas in which we were very compatible. But his level of family interaction and mine were two different things, and he had a very negative mindset, which just wore me down after awhile.......and to me, those are very important things......then, this last cyber man accused me of exactly the same.......negativity......my karma comes very swiftly these days........
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Stolen
I met you in college
you were mousy and shy
back home after a divorce
with parents and daughter
your only social discourse
I brought you to my home
introduced you to my friends
and that is where the fun begins
you wedged yourself with my best friend
you took my man
my daughters only talked of you
you borrowed my clothes
to take the man I turned to
when you took the first
and after awhile
I expected the worst
that I'd come home
and you'd be in my bed
that you'd be me instead....
©5/20/07 LS
posted in Daily poet, Ganbdalf the mime...... | |
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Posted: 5/25/2007 9:12:35 PM | | Brizo, I had a friend like that once. They're very frequey people. After it was all over, another friend said, You know, there were times I almost believed she *was* you. . . . . | |
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Posted: 5/26/2007 11:25:55 AM | Wooby, I expressed my unease to one of my closest friends, who was also my roomate, and she told me I was being paranoid, and immature......but I felt personally betrayed by someone I had tried to be kind to....
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night
Walk well past midnight
lonely cornfields rustle
with self important bustle
moonlight spills the silver lavish
frozen stillness a lovely ravish
cricket peeper lulling sounds
soothes the tension that surrounds
peace seeps in and sets things right
cyclic spectrum of the night
©LS 4/09/07
previously posted in unfinished business | |
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Posted: 5/26/2007 11:41:23 AM | Brizo:
Still loving reading and perusing. It's like shopping in an old general store where I can find things long forgotten and cherished when rediscovered.
All the writes in this thread appeal to the senses my soul seeks from day to day. Thank you all who contribute to this and allow me to wallow in them when I need.
lucidmoments | |
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Posted: 5/26/2007 12:05:19 PM | thanks lucid....Cracker Barrel is one of my favorite restaurants, love the games at the table, the rockers on the porch, and fried okra and salt ham biscuits with strawberry jam, and chicken and dumplings....
okay, so I'm in love with food.....
as I search for a word that has me cranking out rhymind
I munch on a handful of smokehouse almonds
I never can stop at the serving size
I can't even begin to rationalize
tomorrow I'll rise with piggy eyes
and puffy fingers I'll despise
but now, while my good and bad side bicker
I'll wash the almonds down with liquor
In for a penny, in for a pound
a good time is had by this chowhound | |
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Posted: 5/26/2007 9:52:38 PM | ----------------
Stay Up Late
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Mommy had. A little baby.
There he is. Fast asleep.
He's just. A little plaything.
Why not. Wake him up?
Cute. Cute. Little baby.
Little pee pee. Little toes.
Now he's comin' to me.
Crawl across. The kitchen floor.
Baby, baby, please let me hold him
I wanna make him stay up all night
Sister, sister, he's just a plaything
We wanna make him stay up all night
Yeah we do
See him drink. From a bottle.
See him eat. From a plate.
Cute. Cute. As a button.
Don't you wanna make him. Stay up late.
And we're having fun. With no money.
Little smile. On his face.
Don't cha' love. The little baby.
Don't you want to make him. Stay up late.
CHORUS
Here we go (all night long)
Sister, sister (all night long)
In the playpen...woo...(all night long)
Little baby goes, ha! (all night long)
I know you want to leave me...
Why don't. We pretend.
There you go. Little man.
Cute. Cute. Why not?
Late at night. Wake him up.
CHORUS
Here we go (all night long)
Sister, sister...woo...
(with the television on)
Little baby goes...woo! (all night long)
Hey, hey, baby! (all night long)
And he looks so cute (all night long)
In his little red suit (all night long)
Talking Heads - David Byrne | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 8:11:38 AM | ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
I loved that song the instant I heard it, captures exactly the mix of awe, love and jealousy that resides in older siblings......
recently I've been hanging out in Daily Poet, I love the weekly themes, it gives me time to find something I can relate to, and sometimes during the week I walk around composing in my head.......I guess I should be distressed that I don't have many original ideas, but I'm just grateful for the inspiration......
city people
city people don't combine their trips
to save on gas
they don't know what a bullthistle looks like
they dont check their propane tank
or burn their trash in a burn barrel
they don't hang their clothes on the line
or have a compost pile
they couldn't tell you when it's deer season
or whether bow hunting comes first
they don't wear carharts or muck boots
or hats with ear flaps
they don't spray their driveway for weeds
they don't know their neighbor
and their neighbors family
they seldom see lightning bugs
or redwing blackbirds
or killdeer
they're really missing out...
LS 5/24/07 Daily Poet | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 9:16:46 AM | True, we city folk
know little if anything
of bullthistle, carharts, muck boots
or hats with ear flaps
but what do you rustics know
of soy-milk double lattes,
centuries of diverse architecture
packed within a few
city blocks, an opera house
next door to a strip-club
or Thai, Vietnamese, Greek
and yes, Armenian restaurants
standing cheek by jowl? | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 7:31:40 PM | Even city people can have some sense of country, lol! This was written my first year in NYC.
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From A Window on Avenue C
quiet,
children's voices
chatter in the background
a little afternoon music, muted
puddles still on the walkway
now dappled with sun
light breaks from between
buildings, laying a band
of bright across the path
trees, leaves ripple
in a small wind
squirrels cavort and gavotte
any afternoon
from this window
blessed, blessed, blessed
JL -- 9/29/2005 | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 8:35:35 PM | Well, the city has its draws (museums, zoos, art exhibits) .......but I would still prefer to drive to see them, rather than drive to see nature......a spirited defense though, and thanks for the poetry gifts, you two......
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nuclear family
as odd days go
one for
the record books
vacationing exhusband
requests a visit
feeling curious
and friendly
I agree
a chance to catch up
our little family
reunited
for the first time
in decades
and further graced
by grandchildren
dinner and movie
later
I sit alone again
bemused
grateful to fate
for the moment
©LS 5/27/07 | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 9:09:21 PM | firstborn
you came into my life
at the most self absorbed point
and survived the end
of my teenage years
and selfish tears
mourning the loss of childhood
and self centered freedom
which is not to say
I took to parenthood
without resentment
it shamed me
as I matured
that I made my bed
but didn't want to lie in it
you were such
a good baby....
and the only way I can
forgive myself
is to remember
five days before
I had just turned
eighteen
©LS 05/27/07
This, more than any other reason, is why teenagers shouldn't become parents. There is a period of time in which you should be self absorbed, it's natural. However when you are a parent, you have to bypass this period......or look back later wincing at your selfishness..... | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 10:04:06 PM | - HAPPINESS AND GOOD IS A CHOICE -
I dance long in the radiant light
I sing loud in the dim lonely night
I smile when the world weeps in tears
I whisper hope when others shout fears
I smile when pain tells me to frown
I stand when life tries pulling me down
I win often at impossible odds
Some feel like mortals, I feel like Gods
I face the same things as others do
Many setbacks and big problems too
But I still smile and shake off the bad
Life is too short to rage or be sad
What will you do when you are old
Will all your years have been truely gold?
Why stress and worry and walk with hate
Goodness is a choice, make your own fate!
- Erik - This poem is rated Gee! hahahaha,...  | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 10:15:41 PM | I can't imagine what it would be like
to bring a baby into this world
at 18
We were young and sometimes
took chances
the aids scare wasn't there for us
but to many it happens and they learn
it's a big step having a baby at any age
are we ever ready?
did we truly understand just how much
it changes our lives
or the hormonal curves
I was 29 when I had my first
and I was lucky not to have been caught
when you think about it
women had babies when they were younger than that
children were married off at 15 or 16
and they survived
it brings back such sweet memories
a moment in life where we witnessed
the miracle of birth | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 10:16:44 PM | thanks Erik.........hope that isn't about me........... I like the gee part, made me smile.....
has anyone seen the latest Pirates sequel? Was it just me, or was there a lot of mumbling? I'm going to have to rent it so I can watch it with closed captioning....
oops Autumn, you snuck in there.......you know, they did have children young a few hundred years ago.......I wonder if the shortned life span caused them to mature faster in mind as well as body? I know I was especially immature........
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wings
on your new wings,
your dreams take flight
on updrafts of warm hope
rise, rise
and grasp the prize
smoothly glide
elated, grin
at the fear
you left behind...
LS 3/18/07
Autumn's, first, last | |
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