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Posted: 6/19/2007 5:49:26 PM | Trevor, obviously you haven't read "Are you there God, it's me, Margaret" by Judy Blume........ i was just funning ya.....
Out of Step 2/25/07
and falter out of time
fallen out of step
life goes marching on
and most, accept
and fall into a numbing hell
but some, to their own beat
kneel to smell
the roses at their feet
LS
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Posted: 6/19/2007 6:11:06 PM | | Brizo....I remember first encountering Judy Blume when my daughter was a teen...scarry memories LMAO. Really like Out of Step! You obviously march to that different beat! | |
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Posted: 6/19/2007 6:28:08 PM | | Wow , funny you should be mentioning this Judy Blume book...I loved her as a little girl by the way and wanted to pass her on as a valued author for my daughter as well who is 10. The book is about 150 pages in length and she read it in an hour and a half....totally loved it! So glad to see kids still reading is it not? | |
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Posted: 6/19/2007 6:55:11 PM | Yoko, I could never march in beat because I'm graceless........I'm still trying to learn the Electric Slide.....and just keep up, let alone looking sexy like some of those people with the little wiggle.....yeah......of course, every time I think I ought to learn it, I've been drinking......
Wabbit, maybe I should recommend that to my granddaughter, May.....she's just not a reader, and we wonder if she was switched at birth....j/k...I don't think she's found the right book yet, my favorite when I was younger was "My side of the Mountain" by Jean Craighead George, Julie of the Wolves, and Island of the Blue Dolphin........I loved that the kids learned to survive on their own........Black Beauty and Nancy Drew too......
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upward mobility
new lesson learned
or old reviewed
sometimes you're fine
where you are
upward movement
by design
to cross the bar
can really jar
your reckoning
of how good
you are
LS 5/14/07 | |
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Posted: 6/19/2007 7:45:36 PM | Brizo
every time I think I ought to learn it, I've been drinking......
Everyone needs to drink to learn the slide...lol. Doesn't matter...your poems are full of grace!
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Posted: 6/19/2007 7:52:39 PM | Hi, ladies.
DRINKING SLIDE
I slide along the drink drinking aside
On the brink of an aside where wives
Clink sideboard-glasses sidelong the sink
Crinkling wrinkles biding the pink
Guidebooks in hidebound sober rides
Through drinking fountains abiding
The side of the road taking sides
With drinking buddies in the blink
Of sighs gracing drink labels capsized
In captions where captains subside. O Tide! | |
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Posted: 6/19/2007 8:34:11 PM | | Rory...I suddenly have a weird urge to fill my cowgirl boots with bubbly and dance. LOL | |
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Posted: 6/19/2007 8:38:41 PM | Yeehaw!!!!! Giddeeup! (Where's my spurs?)
Only cowboys get the blues
On their ranges of dreams
When the mountainous silence
Accuses their pasts like a washerboard
On the rolling acres clicking
The memories off one-by-one
In a sidereal or slideshow
Colored in blue, washed down in fumes. | |
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Posted: 6/19/2007 8:49:34 PM | I have a looong night ahead
My daughter graduates this year...
We are the secret location
There's a party going on at my place tonight
They're going out in style
A hundred and fifty teens bused in
But they walked the last half mile
I hear the music and the voices raised
In laughter and good feeling
Fireworks light up the skies
The neighbors must be reeling
I've blocked the lane so none can leave
And none can see what's doing
Set my alarm for five am
To get the coffee brewing
The buses come at seven o'clock
To take them back to school
They shake my hand and say thank you
For being the Mom that's cool. | |
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Posted: 6/20/2007 6:56:53 AM | ^^^^Ravin...sounds like a total blast for these kids and what you are doing for them , most definitely shows signs of being a very cool mom! 
Brizo, in regards to children reading nowadays it does seem to be on the decline due to the internet, video games...blah blah. Yet I do believe it comes from example, does it not?
No Greater Find
To me there is no greater find
than to see a child with a book in hand
expanding their mind
engrossing themselves in a tale
that takes them far away
so letting words of print seep in
letting a mind wander off to play
yet of this love I believe it has to be taught
my children are in constant view of my reading
of books for their perusal my home does lack naught
I see such familiarity with my daughter's minds it's true
for each night in bed my oldest daughter reads
it joys me for this to come to my view
just yesterday my four year old brought out a book
to my baby god-daughter
she gave her a read and a look
proud was I to see that my habit carries on
for their love of the written word
carries in my heart a magical song...... | |
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Posted: 6/20/2007 5:28:13 PM | Yoko, thanks! I think I'll put that one in my compliment box, for when I'm feeling less than......
rory, I was so happy to see you in here last night, I was all ready to terse, and then my satellite failed me, again.......and lots of people came to visit.....thanks for the poem!
I have some cowboy boots, but I wanted red ones......my boyfriend said hookers wore red cowboy boots, and everyone in Nashville agreed, so he got me blue ones.....I still want red ones....
Ravin, you're such a good soul.......don't know if I could do it......
Wabbit, the entire family reads voraciously, my mom did, dad, my sis and niece, and one of my daughters.....the other just now picked up the bug with Douglas Adams and Anne Rice....that's why I joked about her being a changeling.....even her little brother reads......I have several Caldecott winners here, but she will only pick up books for five year olds......ah well.......
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Simon
Simon sits in a sunlight patch
my pick of the litter
fumbling to the edge of the box
he raised his giant kitten head
focused muzzily through milky blue eyes
we fell in love
he is huge now with savage claws
to pet him guarantees pain
claws or poison ivy
as he winds around trees
my holstein of a cat
his fur is kept immaculate
he went missing once
I visited the entire road
unable to let the coyotes
or vultures have him
half the time he lives
under the neighbors barn
and has taught me,
(like my children)
to love with space
still I love to see
his giant green eyes
and cow kitty face
LS 4/16/07 Wooby's | |
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Posted: 6/21/2007 4:37:39 PM | To desire
desire is a dance
I've forgotten the steps to
I watch the other dancers
twice removed
idly, distantly
I wonder
will I ever want
to dance again?
oh, I will dance
eventually
but,
will I want to?
and so,
I desire
to desire
LS
previously posted in Free Verse (Red Earth Mother), Wings of an Angel, sitting comfortably | |
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Posted: 6/21/2007 4:40:25 PM | those sweet, golden tones made the angels take wing
that Sarah McLachlan really can sing
her vocal purity blows me away
I'll choose her over divas most any day
Afraid of his music and awed by his girth
the fans of John Popper have proof of his worth
the man can play some awesome blues
and now he's lighter in his shoes
since he's beat his drug addiction
and late night fast food prediliction
so now he's standing leaner
with a system that's cleaner
and playing the blues even meaner
5/20 Om's | |
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Posted: 6/22/2007 9:06:49 PM | line dancing
i can do the electric slide
and the macarena
and, even, the nutbush
i can chasse
and grapevine
and weave
and triple step
and shuffle step
and lock step, too
but, line dances
should only be done
to appropriate tunes
and recently
i saw
an egregious breach
it was at a bar mitzvah
and they got the kids to line up
for a line dance
to the ramones!!
PUH-LEASE
it is self-evident
you cannot line dance
to the ramones
it’s just not possible
period
end of story
can’t be done
and shouldn’t be
period | |
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Posted: 6/22/2007 9:48:44 PM | For Tammy
A loving child with big brown eyes
Quietly following every where I go
Sometimes in surprise I turn
To find my little shadow still in tow
I see the rosy cheeks and chubby hands
Reaching for the flowers as they grow
The baby gardener in sundress and bare feet
I know she is there singing softly in the breeze
For behind a shrub I hear a little sneeze
She loves the gentleness of day
My little bird so happy and content
To stay so near to the sunshine in her play
I will admit I have jumped in surprise a time or two
Not expecting to see her there
My pensive child
I named her shadow when she was only two
And sometimes still I call her that
When looking straight into the same brown eyes
Now looking down at me
I creep up behind her as she works
Glancing over her shoulder to peruse
The wonderful stories and images she creates
My little girl who loves butterflies and dreams
Is sweet sixteen for a little while yet
She is the only one who will read my poems
My little shadow baby with the big brown eyes
Will always give me moments of proud surprise. | |
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Posted: 6/22/2007 9:56:14 PM | nice, Autumn! One of my daughters reads mine, but they make her very emotional, even the happy ones.....she is like a psychic magnet, and pulls in the emotions of others......
humor, I would have liked to have seen that, some things are so wrong they're hysterically funny.....once I was out dancing with my friend and realized she was clogging, to a rock band .......one of my fonder memories of her..........
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set free
I say my prayer
Christian words
from memory
the vigil
a candle that lights
the way home
your soul
set free
from earthly boundaries
hurt and hunger
desire or limitation
boundless points
of light
expanding
till they reach
their destination
joyous in
the recognition
©LS 6/07/07
Daily Poet, Rory's
I always feel that way when I write for one, I hold off posting till I get another written......
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Posted: 6/22/2007 10:06:31 PM | | I loved reading the poems you wrote for all your little ones so I guess in a way that is what prompted this poem for Tam. Now before the other two get jealous I should think of something quick *grin* | |
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Posted: 6/24/2007 4:24:26 PM | you don't like me
that I know
your responses
tell me so
hand of friendship
I extend
draw back bloody stump
to mend
why don't you like me?
why don't you like me?
why don't you like me?
the postings tell me so........
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Posted: 6/24/2007 4:40:35 PM | ^^^^In response to the above write..................
Are you sure that they don't like you
I just went through a case
of words being misconstrued
sometimes we think words are reflected at us
in our hearts
we feel such a rush
how is it that they don't like me
have I said a word
to reflect some sinister side for others to see
Not I
can't think of when or where I caused them to feel down
always supported them
why around me would they wear a frown
yet an email sets all right
of an attack it was not
this was brought to light
so could it be that you are wrong
dear Brizo
could it be of another that simply
their day has been long
they may so like and admire
your words
just set them on fire
knowing not how to respond to you
could it possibly
be this view? | |
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Posted: 6/24/2007 4:50:53 PM |  Words just flow......who is to know?
Maybe us talkin' of long ago........
someone we knew.........
someone we loved?
Who is to know where the words come from?
Just an idea of mine........I feel
and I know!
Poetry.....falls upon the light
never know how it came into sight'
might be from anothers discretion
or someones hurt from another direction
or someones love.....lost and forlorn
or someones....heart....severed and torn
never underestimate words from a poet
you may think you know..........
you may think...........
and never know it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
brizo | |
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Posted: 6/24/2007 5:03:44 PM | hey guys, thanks for visiting!
This is just a smartypants response to someone who really doesn't like me.....and that's okay.....everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and not everyone is going to like me.........
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hard knock life
the accident left us small enough
to fit in one sealed box
now we have commencement
from the school of hardest knocks
we go on to the next life
unaware of all our knowledge
just hoping that one day
we'll graduate from Karmic college
LS 6/23/07 | |
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| A Prayer for Baby Jocelyn
Posted: 6/25/2007 6:10:54 AM | It has come to my attention recently through a friend in the pond that a couple of POFer's have an infant who has been experiencing some medical difficulties and it brings tears to my heart to hear of this. As a mom who for nearly three months watched my first born child daily not knowing if he would live or die, I can very much relate to the agony these parents are going through.
This is the information I have regarding her condition to share with all of you.......
Baby Joclyen is 6 Months to 7 Months in July..New Years baby..!! She is suffering from uncontrolled seizures at the moment with no known origin..They are running all kinds of tests on her..poking holes in everywhere..God love her..she is getting freaked out..needless to say!! Medication isn't working at this time for the seizures..what a joy she is honey..I can get her to just laugh out loud through the phone..I just love this Child
My deepest wish
for you dear child
is that your suffering
for now will only be mild
that soon God's hand
will reach down to you
stop this illness
bring you healthy so brand new
I pray that
soon this will end
from deep in my heart
this is a prayer Jocelyn
that I now do send....
I post this message here upon your thread, in hopes that all who read it may take a moment to send up a prayer for this helpless infant and that our prayers may bring this child out of suffering. Thank you Wicked....I am doing a 24 hour vigil on my thread, all are welcome to post prayers or poems there as their own contribution. :angel | |
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Posted: 6/25/2007 8:18:16 AM | - THEY OF ASGARD -
Look to the Thunder
The lords of steel
Drinkers of draught
The longing to feel
Feed on the beast
And war on the vile
Bear ye the blade
With speed and style
Sink it so fast
That deep is the flood
Draining the foe
Of life and blood
Then to the hall
Where fire dances
Skalds setting deeds
To Norse romances
Wolves on the feild
And ravens the sky
Givers of life
All born to die
- Erik - | |
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Posted: 6/25/2007 1:52:59 PM | Erik, my middle name is Ingeborg. . . . maiden name, Larsen. . . .
Draining the foe
Of life and blood
So you know about Blood Eagles?
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Posted: 6/25/2007 5:29:22 PM | the chain
the chain is in me
my grandmothers hands
my mothers eyes
my fathers sturdy bones
the chain goes through me
a daughters face
anothers fine hair
a grandsons eyes
linked in genetic code
I, the link, might break
but you won't break
the chain
LS 5/30/07
Daily poet, Om's | |
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