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Posted: 5/27/2007 10:45:21 PM | | Brizo...I really liked the poem "firstborn" ...its painful honesty and its poignant ending...nice job there... | |
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Posted: 5/27/2007 10:52:52 PM | Briz darling you're welkome,... but Happily, that poem was not about you,... I have a huge ego are you kidding? It was all about me baby! hahahaha,... teasing, it was also about being positive, and also all about me baby! hahahaha Wow that's so fun to say!
"All I wanna do
Is have some fun
I'm here to tell ya
I'm not the only one,.." hahahaha
Sorry the song lyrics just seemed so appropriate,... Tah tah!  - Erik -  | |
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Posted: 5/28/2007 2:59:04 AM | liked "wings" a lot, brizo!
but now, it's YOUR fault that the talking heads are running incessantly thru my head!! are you familiar with the off-shoot, tom tom club? they were already big when i saw them at cbgb's, and asked chris franz what they were getting paid for the gig. funny, he wouldn't say.
it's almost 6 am, and i should away to bed....
Up All Night
-- Boomtown Rats
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
African jungle
Big city street
The only real difference is in
The people you meet
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
It's an agreeable town
It's neat and sedate
Why even the muggers are off
The streets by eight
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe
Polite and well spoken
Well heeded and well sane
They know they're alive
When they start to feel pain
You're staying up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Up all night
Ooh za za
Ooh staying up all night
Say it ain't so Joe, say it ain't so Joe
Big city jungle
African street
The only real difference is in
The people they meet
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*Written by Bob Geldof
*From the album entitled "Mondo Bongo"
he he he! payback's a bi-tch!
may it run thru your head for hours! | |
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Posted: 5/28/2007 9:29:16 AM | Mr. Mary....thank you! I've been reading your thread but haven't felt as if I had anything worth dropping off....that poem was hard to post, the residual shame, even scores of years later, made me hesitate on the post button.....I'm looking forward to the ending of the story about the boy who is obsessed with his mother, it sort of reminds me of "the ring" only genuinely scary, I laughed all the way through the movie, especially the end.....
Erik, I'm hoping I can make it up there to meet you and Cyn....I'm looking forward to meeting your positive, outrageous self...
ms. Humor....I felt like maybe "wings" was too hokey, so thanks for the compliment...a love for the eighties new wave is one thing I handed down to my daughters, who are both into punk now...dead kennedys, violent femmes, green day, rancid etc..."Stay Up Late" was an especial favorite of theirs...I love that song, Dream Operator, and Papa Legba....though I didn't understand WHO Papa Legba or Endor was until I visited New Orleans in 2003....I remember the tom tom club.....
I really like this next one...................oh, how I'm looking forward to "a prick of interest" 
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bad penny
cold and numb
my heart lies
dormant, fallow
unable to hear the calliope
at the disneyland
of love
having lost
the tickets
to the redlight district
what is needed
is a remedy
a prick of interest (!)
a headturning flirt
rolling in like
a bad penny
a little tarnished
and green
but tired of rolling
and willing to
be polished.......
the only penny
in my keepsake box
©LS 5/24/07
previously posted in Daily Poet, Age of Innocence | |
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Posted: 5/28/2007 10:29:55 AM | Up here? I knew you were one of them thar Carribean Pirates! I'm in Florida sweety! I MIGHT be able to take the artmobile Northward to Canada at the appointed time and poetry fest,... but right now it's just a maybe. Time and business shall tell. hehehe,...
Canada oh sweet Nordic mothers of Heimdale! I shall have to learn some basic phrases to get me through the language barriers eh? < "Eh" is a good start eh? That's aboot as important as can be eh? Oh my don'tcha know?
Still Canada IS the female Mecca of Northamerica! How they make so many intelligent, hot, sexy, funspirited hotties in one country remains a secret shared only with Aussies, Scandinavians, Brazilians, and Russians. I shall have to visit the Alter of the grand Venus where such delightful creatures abound in great herds and droves!
- BAD PENNY -
Penny was lounging about near the pool
Larry was gawking and starting to drool
As she walk by he was staring in sin
Penny got annoyed and pushed Larry in!
- Erik - Hehehehe,...
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Posted: 5/28/2007 12:41:47 PM | ^^^^spoken as though it's from personal experience, eh, erik??
no, i don't think it's "hokey". simple words often best describe complex things.
strange coincindence: i was just speaking of jello biafra last night. (and, of course, holiday in cambodia is now running through my head.)
this is one of my fave mid-80's tunes...even if it was basically a one hit wonder -
http://www.80smusiclyrics.com/artists/thenails.htm | |
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Posted: 5/28/2007 1:28:47 PM | oh I love 88 lines about 44 women......like Iggy Pop too, and that song "all the people that died".......this next one is about a man, man, man, man..........
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quickening
I like the way that you used me
without delicacy or apology
or hesitance
in the way of men to women
time out of mind
and I responded
in the way of women to men
from the beginning
roman soldier
and greek slave
or viking
and captive
immaterial
what mattered
was our
quickening
in the here
and now
©LS 5/04/07
previously posted in Erik's, Om's | |
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Posted: 5/28/2007 2:35:31 PM | and thus
was the world populated
conquering hordes
killed all the men
raped the women
spread their seed
from continent to continent
and i believe
the national geographic
genetics study
determined our
common ancestors
migrated from africa
now, we're everywhere
edit - that was jim carroll...another one hit wonder. "Those are people who died, died
They were all my friends, and they died." musta run with a dangerous, depressed crowd.
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Posted: 5/28/2007 2:46:58 PM | he was a heroin addict, humor.....and a famous poet.....wrote "The Basketball Diaries".........
I just realized what I implied in my poetry......in no way do I condone rape, the poem was about consensual sex , which happened to be physically forceful and welcomed........
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Sphere
two hemispheres
complete a sphere
spheres are testicles and breasts
spheres are full moon bellies
bursting with fruit
sphere is sun, planets
and universe
sphere is alpha and omega
swallowing the tail
we begin our death
when we are born
and revert to carbon
to begin again
Ls
previously posted in first, last and Mogador | |
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Posted: 5/28/2007 2:55:32 PM | well, heroin addict would certainly explain the dangerous, depressed friends.
you never said rape...i did. it's just what your poem prompted in me. quickening led me to pregnancy (it's a medical term), which led me to population explosion, etc, etc. | |
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Posted: 5/28/2007 3:23:52 PM | yes, it's true that one race will generally try to overtake another through killing off the men and impregnating the women...........and is still happening in modern times in Bosnia and Darfur........... No, I had reread my poem and realized I might have been perceived as giving the wink to rape, as if it's erotic.......yours was put in a historical context.........
years ago my daughter was telling me of an interesting thing....her science teacher told her of someone bringing the black squirrels to our area. They would chase the reds and grays, and "castrate" them crudely by biting off their testicles......I miss having dinner with her, she was the most interesting conversationalist......
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on death and dying
such disastrous pour out
vitality drains
with my blood
as lassitude
overcomes
detached
I observe
my own death
as a third party
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Posted: 5/28/2007 6:47:23 PM | Heather
Where did you get
such a warm heart?
You're an old soul
I have always known
kindness to the bone
got your groove back
lost half your size
willpower and exercize
when you glamour up
no one does it better
your mouth made
for lipstick
lovely sparkling eyes
when are you ever
going to realize
you were always beautiful
and suddenly
the internet world
allowed you to reconnect
to all the boys
who knew you when
but couldn't approach
now they're men
who broach
with email and IM
Cinderella at the ball
you've waited long enough
I say date them all....
©LS 5/28/07 | |
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Posted: 5/28/2007 6:59:54 PM | Glory (Melanie)
Oh Melanie
where did you get
that hair
sometimes
because
you're mine
I forget
how beautiful
you are
until
I meet
your green gaze
and see the blaze
of your hair
massed
in all it's
curling glory
but that's not
the whole story
smart as a whip
generous to a fault
you've got to believe
in yourself
you have skills
and labor to offer
not just another
pretty face
find your feet
and hold your place
(but I still
like your nose)
©LS 5/01/07
previously posted in daily poet (humormonger) | |
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Posted: 5/29/2007 6:43:21 PM | mellow with age
How nice it was
to see you again
in friendship
the years eroding
animosity
and distance blurring
ideosyncracies
into acceptance
visiting and reminiscing
two old friends
who share a past
surrounded by
the children
and grandchildren
we made
and genuinely wishing
the best for each other
gracious end
to unfinished business
©LS 5/28/07
previously posted in unfinished business...... | |
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Posted: 5/29/2007 9:18:05 PM | | Unfinished business. . . . It is lovely when the time comes, eh? Finally. . . Lovely pome, too. | |
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Posted: 5/29/2007 11:41:38 PM | So good here.
Just reading through,
like old friends dropping by
picking up magazines
and chatting about life
and love
and interesting things along the way.
I’ll have to write a poem to add in here where it fits.
(I thought I was the only one
who has people try to take over their identity! Isn’t that weird?) | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 5:08:24 AM | since both of you have commented on identity theft.....have you watched Single White Female? It went a little left of center towards the end, but there were moments that were eerily similar.....
yeah, I only spent a day with my ex......if it were a couple weeks, we'd want to choke one another to death, I'm sure.....still, the heat was out and it was hard to remember that he used to make my blood boil (and I'm sure the feeling was mutual)
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Make a wish
swoosh...swish throw a penny....
make a wish..just one of many...
that'll do it! Down the well
where fickle fate would seem to dwell
I fear to wake the sleeping fortunes
to carefully wish - old adage of caution
Ls
previously posted in first, last, Om's | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 4:36:30 PM | mate
then turn around
and recognize
to find the one
surprising
restlessly
searching
so long
naivety died
and cynicism
began to creep
where wonder receded......
astonished
at the fit
not overly snug
and yet always embraced
suddenly
a smile
is your sunrise
and acceptance
the hearth
you warm
your hands against
LS 3/25/07
posted in Cyn's wings of an angel thread....and I think Black Mary's | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 7:06:00 PM | Oh, my, Brizo, oh, my!!
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Posted: 5/30/2007 8:17:01 PM |
and cynicism
began to creep
where wonder receded......
as a self-avowed cynic, i'd say you got that right | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 9:09:43 PM | | I just love the women here! We are so going to have coffee together one morning. All of us. | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 10:52:04 PM | When I was negative eight years
Old, the moon
Was placed in my hands, and the
Woman in the sun clad me in shine.
Maybe I’m no more than an
Imagining, floating through the
Garden, maybe I’m no more than a
Voice, walking through the forest;
But the presence is soulfelt, soulfelt
And moving through time, making
Motion in this motionless frequency,
Making the unreal, inexplicably real. | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 10:57:30 PM | oh Joshua, thank you! you have given me your loveliest poem...... I can't begin to tell you how much I like it! | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 11:09:58 PM | - THE OAK TREE -
Sitting atop the root of a tree
Great mighty oak so ancient and free
Lost in my thoughts and leaning on trunk
Slipping in dreams my world had sunk
Memories of the childhood river
Perched on a rock my bobber to quiver
Fishing with worms I dug from the ground
Soft summer day the sunlight be found
Smiling asleep as dreams just rolled on
Swans on the water in a time long gone
Dragonflies dancing the cattails so high
Time like the water just kept flowing by
Waking again beneath the oak tree
Still in my dreams my mind's memory
Knowing that one day I'll think of this time
Neath the great oak in memories of mine
- Erik - | |
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Posted: 5/30/2007 11:19:57 PM | | Erik, you would love the Hoh rainforest.........the trees are so huge and even the ferns and mushrooms dwarf you.....thank you for the mental snapshot, you're one of the best rhymers on the pond...though I must admit, it's hard for me to see you as a boy... | |
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