pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 6/15/2007 12:38:38 PM | Hi busy Brizo:
Just passin through (all I ever seem to do). Wanted to let ya know, I especially like "ransacked". Hope all is well and your daughter's new home is blessed and she acquires it on good terms and pleasing timetable.
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Posted: 6/15/2007 4:32:05 PM | Yay!! She got the house! It's pretty small, the bedrooms are tiny, but there's a partially finished basement that's actually fairly clean and dry, so she's thinking about finishing it out with sealer and paint, finishing the walls which are framed out, and letting the boys stay down there (there are three of them)....and Melanie....
Gage is back at headstart, with his beloved Miss Cindy, so he's a happy camper. Bella will be joining him next week, so Heather will be able to get some sleep during the day, and she doesn't have to look for houses anymore.....
whew!
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First Date
Ready for her first date
the cat wonders why she refuses to pet it
she sits nervously
he won't show up omigod he's here
she freezes on the window seat
her father lets him in
a father she doesn't recognize
turned ferocious and suspicious
reluctant to release his treasure
suddenly, she realizes
how it must feel to parent
her date has lost that cool aura
as his adam's apple bobs nervously
and he clears his throat several times
suddenly, she understands
how it must feel to be male
she meets his eyes and smiles warmly
as he mentions how nice she looks
one eye on her father for objections
the boy meets her gaze
the life jacket she threw in a sea of unease
suddenly, he remembers why
she is special
calmer, he returns her smile
the world resumes spinning
LS 1/31/07
Hi Penskypoo! | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 603 | |
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Posted: 6/15/2007 5:01:42 PM | Oh great to hear good news of your wonderful family.
Wow! I love that last poem soo much! It's perfect. Your insight is flawless. | |
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Posted: 6/15/2007 6:02:46 PM | thank you pensky, no idea why I waited so long to post it...
pretending
with any luck
you'll come out of it unscathed
your heart gets struck
in a broth of tears you'll bathe
if things have ended
and there isn't any pain
then you pretended
to love but you refrained
LS 4/08/07 | |
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pensky
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 605 | |
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Posted: 6/15/2007 7:02:25 PM | 
That last one is is right on, too.
A lesson in honesty I learned when I was young, but boy is it important! | |
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Posted: 6/16/2007 12:17:39 AM | Brizo, yay! for your daughter♥
Love "pretending" ~~ fine pome, lady.
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Posted: 6/16/2007 7:12:00 AM | Good morning ladies......Wooby, you were up awful late last night! I miss being able to catch the West Coasters in real time.....they're a lot of fun in last to first.
The poem is written from personal perspective, I seem to have a deep well of numbness....or I'm too skeptical, or perhaps I have to physically SEE the person, not sure. I find I'm unable to just throw myself into things like I used to, which isn't such a bad thing. I know I gave my heart away too lightly when I was younger.
But there is always the surprise of losing someone who didn't hurt....and realizing your feelings weren't as deep as you thought......or maybe they just chipped away at love until there was nothing left.....
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he who hesitates.....
and aim to hang somewhere higher...
souls' been lost in the dryer
of life, missing a mate
dangling it's bait
Don't ever hesitate
and look askance at fate
victory comes to the swift
and love is victory's gift
LS 4/2/07
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Posted: 6/16/2007 7:13:44 AM | sorry worry
so often hard to say
we cannot say we're sorry
although we know we're wrong
we drag our feet and tarry
for some folks rub it in
they cannot let it drop
they poke you with their pins
they like to see you hop
LS
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Posted: 6/16/2007 10:13:27 AM | Hiya Brizo...Just stopping in feeling all refreshed from being down on Grandpa's farm last night...country living to me is where it's at, and thought I would leave a little of it here on your pages.....by the way loved "First Date".....that was just too cute and an endearing write. 
Down On the Farm
Such abundant beauty to the eye can be found
for such variety of flowers blooming are all around
vibrant colours of summertime intoxicate my senses deep
I enjoy so much walking within nature at this time...makes my heart leap
last night down on the farm I was in awe of such beauty that did encompass me
from bullfrogs croaking in the pond to such abundance of lush trees
as I walked around grandpa's farm with a dog in tow
to my eyes so much gave me a glorious show
radiant horses who trotted over my way
to a magnificent dragonfly within gentle breezes it did sway
peace and tranquility was what I needed last night
viewing all around me in full glory made me feel so light
Enjoy your day everyone.....Wabbit
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Posted: 6/16/2007 7:23:35 PM | thanks Wabbit for the compliment......I live out in the country. My daughter suggested I sell and move into town because taking care of the three acres is very time consuming.......but I feel defined by my way of life......I will see if I can get my daughter to snap a pic of me and my lawnmower and some of the yard, so people can get some idea......though it's not Ravin's 100 acres......
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Dad
I want you to know
I love you
please do this one thing
for me
this father's day
forgive yourself
for the silent years
between us
I have long since
forgiven you
I thank you
for my sisters
and your wife,
who I'm fond of
Christmas Eve
of every year
when you open your home
to us all
and run for Chinese
All the fireworks
we've ever watched
as a family
every trip to the
amusement park
every movie
I thank you
for the rides to
pick up my car
the furniture
hauled in your truck
the cookouts
on your deck
letting me borrow
your mower
All your
awesome gifts
and showing up for
all birthdays
every time you've just been...
my dad
LS 6/16/07
thank you Mandrake, Dad doesn't think I love him, because there was a period of time he wasn't in my life. But from the time he entered into it again, when I was thirty, he's been my dad, and that's what counts......and welcome to the thread!
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Posted: 6/16/2007 7:27:24 PM | | Brizo, that was a beautiful write. So full of the heart of love. Thabk you, I enjoyed that very much. | |
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Posted: 6/17/2007 2:38:44 PM | Happy Father's Day , Mandrake.......Happy Father's Day to all the Dad's out there......
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angels fall
angels fall
in love
with us
enchanted
with our imperfection
smoothing
our bumpy paths
paved with
good intentions
swiftly practice
intervention
saving souls
from gates of hell
where dirty,
we are wont
to dwell
the pets
of heavenly
invention
Ls 6/14/07
Daily Poet, Poetry of the Night
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my first thingie, kind of proud of it, if it transfers okay.........hope it looks like an owl....... | |
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Posted: 6/17/2007 8:43:47 PM | Brizo, lol! I think that's very true. And a good thing, too. We don't take care of ourselves all that well. . . . .
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Posted: 6/17/2007 8:54:29 PM | No, we don't take care of ourselves very well.....Woobs, when are you and Ravin getting together? That will be so cool!
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monkish
Sleeping monks
somewhere
are lonely
in their robes
I mimic their life
without the faith
carnality
read about
in some book
and vaguely
remember
when I was
the subject
studied
LS 4/19/07
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TrevG
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Joined: 6/10/2007
Msg: 615 | |
| Brizo's poems
Posted: 6/17/2007 9:14:11 PM | Another First Date
(A Twisted Tale based upon First Date by Brizo)
He is on the couch
He pretends to watch T.V.
He tightens at the sound of each passing car
The family knows
They openly watch him
Mom watches through the kitchen
Dad feigns adjusting the termostat
His sister is half smiling to herself
She is writing something down in her notebook
A white car pulls into the driveway
They all hear its door shut
Anxiously waiting on the tepid knock
The knock is bold
The family alert
He is off the couch
His pupils dialate
His panic is palpable
His mother goes for the door
He races her to it
Opens
It is a man
He utters a few quick words to the stranger at the door
A hastey smile
A sickly look to his mother
He gives her a quick kiss
The family is shocked
In a moment he leaves
before anything is said
The car drives off
He is never seen again
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Posted: 6/17/2007 9:21:09 PM | Brizo your one little owl and quite cute I will admit sent me off on this tangent of writing...although I don't mention an owl he is there.
A bird sanctuary in Bronte woods
A slice of this planet left alone
To reproduce
a haven not only for birds and animals
but for us as well
to get away and explore
to heal or just renew our tired spirits
picnic on the lawn under a very old tree
the children had their carriages full of dolls
the herb garden wild and free with so many kinds
I cannot begin to name each one
ah but I can feel the ghosts of past lives
they left their gift with only a few pictures
to tell the story of the joy and sadness
lean times and bountiful harvests
a forest full of white trilliums
painted in between the mossy knoll and winding path to
the creek making its way through the valley far, far below
an old Victorian house
with gingerbread trim
a peacock near the barn screams out to strangers
with feathers spread
work horses graze inside the wooden fences
a pig house with a big fat sow and her children
sleeping in mud and the smell so strong
our hands hold our noses as we try and count the piglets
I took the children there many times when I was all alone
And feeling sad
It is so close I know I should go there more often
But the children have grown and life becomes
One hectic trail of hindrances
And excuses
I have pictures of all my babies there
Sitting on the old red tractor
My oldest just tells me to look else where
If I wish to become a grandmother
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Posted: 6/17/2007 9:27:02 PM | End of July. Yay!! I may try and make it up for the third weekend in August to the poetry fest. Wanna come?
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Worst First
Friend of a friend,
talked for hours
half and half
set the meet.
Next day, not.
Not at all.
Calls, headache
He's so nice
She stays on the phone
Suddenly, he's on his way over.
Well. . . . His friends say he
looks like Rick Nelson. . . .
Perhaps.
At the door,
purple and beige hounds-tooth bell bottoms
no bath
with a copy of The Joy of Sex under his arm.
It takes 6 hours to get him out of the house.
He looks like the 12-year old Ricky Nelson,
gone to fat.
He keeps calling for 6 weeks.
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Posted: 6/17/2007 9:39:14 PM |
What did his sister write in her notebook?
She wrote a poem of course
Ohhhhh Wooby, please do come
we will all have so much fun
I've already begun to prepare a camp
Mowing the grass down when it's not too damp.
Unlike Brizo, who has a ride on
I have a push one thats making me strong. | |
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Posted: 6/17/2007 9:49:04 PM | I second that Ravin - we are not that far away Wooby
and the land where Ravin lives has an abundance
of history and roots to the people who once walked
those fields in search of life
it will be magical to sit around her fires
poets and friends
Now you have me curious - what was written in that notebook? | |
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Posted: 6/17/2007 10:01:09 PM | Where is the lady of the fields gone? I would like to see you Brizo cutting the grass.
A place where memories are made
Pictures in your mind
The ones you hold on to
Until your time to die
You know inside what is closest to the heart
As you float outside the here and now
And seek the magic in the eyes
I never forget eyes
They speak to me far more generously
Than simple words or gestures
The eyes are our artist touch
They hold the keys
To understanding
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Posted: 6/17/2007 11:32:11 PM | Alas, alas, he was real. Too, too, real. And, what actually makes it even funnier, he was one of my three millionaires. I knew who he was from his family name and the schools and friends, but he didn't want to be loved for his money, until nothing else worked, and he dropped the ace in the hole on me -- six weeks later. Imagine his surprise I didn't care. I imagine he eventually did find one who did. . . .
One of those NICE guys that girls just won't pay attention to. . . .
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Posted: 6/17/2007 11:42:41 PM |
Alas, alas, he was real. Too, too, real.
Oh dear...I'm so glad you saw past all that. Somehow I can't imagine you as Mrs. Ricky Nelson JR. LOL! Purple and beige houndstooth...now that's a fashion statement I'm glad has never made a comeback!!!  | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 4:31:01 PM | Trevor, welcome to the thread......and thanks for leaving that redone poem........... I got the impression it was a mafia type that picked him up........
the sister was writing in her diary about hoping her boobs would grow, of course.......
Autumn, that was a nice mental picture, it sounds like part of the grounds of Magnolia Plantation, right down to the peacock....I've also been put on notice that if I want another youngster, I'll have to do it myself.....oy!
Ravin, I have a walk behind mower, but there's a little stand on wheels that tags along behind the mower....so I look like I'm riding a chariot, and we call it "the chariot" I did think about making a marvin the martian outfit for mowing.........
Wooby, I feel your pain.....I've been set up and I wonder what the hell they were thinking.........apparently the ONLY thing in common is age, and the fact we're both single.....was your dream date trying to be cool with those pants? A train ride looks pretty reasonable........
Yoko, thanks ! If I were an angel singing all day would get pretty old......I'd be checking out what those dirty, interesting humans were doing.......nice to see you in here.......
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evermore
be new
not like
the old heartbreak
and apathy
stay and be a man
my quiet strength
the one who can't just
take it or leave it
who knows the score
and shows up
at my door
to love me
evermore
©LS 5/20/07
bringing it home from first, last and Ravin's patchwork...... | |
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TrevG
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Joined: 6/10/2007
Msg: 625 | |
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Posted: 6/18/2007 4:41:33 PM | Hahaha. Oh my. ...
Though I like the idea
That her wishes were truly
so very comical
as growing some boobies
I regret to say
that what she wrote
was a serious thing
of a different sort
lighthearted though
her manner might be
the best thing to do
is create mystery | |
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