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| | Brizo's poemsPage 27 of 94 (13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53) | the next set is all about players, fakers, liars etc....
false advertising
so very hard to find
integrity of heart and mind
I know false profiles multiply
no excuses exemplify
there is nothing plausible
in causing confusion
and the profusion
of pretty lies
if some think it's funny
they should try it on
for size
LS 5/27/07
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Posted: 6/25/2007 5:33:15 PM | leaving the poser out in the rain
my bullsh!t meter's going off again
someone just told "a little white lie"
lets hear their lame a*s*s alibi
what ever happened to honesty?
why are some ashamed of who they see
when they look into the mirror
you are who you are, isn't that clear?
so why embellish and look a fool
understatement is a tool
use it and be more than expected
rather than leaving your date dejected
we aren't all looking for sugar daddies
or gansta wannabees who think they are baddies
an honest profession and availability
is quite enough for desirability
LS 5/31/07
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Posted: 6/25/2007 5:33:57 PM | why lie
instinctually I knew
all along
that you were cheating
on her, on me
considering the nature
of our relationship
and the need for honesty
in our dishonesty
why lie?
You, who could have
any woman
why stay
and deceive?
oh, I could flatter myself
into believing
it was love you couldn't
let go
but that would be
all in my mind
you loved me
in your fashion,
but you were more in love
with your own
slickness,
your cleverness
and in ducking responsibility
you denied yourself
happiness
LS 5/7/07
Daily Poet, Alyoshas | |
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Posted: 6/25/2007 5:35:30 PM | To spread the rumor about shagging
variety isn't all that
and notching the pieces you're "bagging"
makes one look like an alleycat
if your choked self respect's got you gagging
you might try to remember that | |
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Posted: 6/25/2007 5:37:26 PM | Her eyes she gave, her hands to him.
Her fountain he did drink
and now desire was growing dim
as he had time to think
this fresh young thing was sweet and kind
and tried to spare his feelings
and so he didn't really mind
she found him unappealing | |
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Posted: 6/25/2007 7:06:22 PM | Wicked, I'll certainly keep the baby in my thoughts, and send up a prayer for her health......
Erik, thanks for the poem! I had a neighbor who was making me a sword, the old way, he said......imagine my surprise when he presented me with a sword tiny enough for a Barbie doll....I still have it!
Wooby, you gorgeous Swede..... | |
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Posted: 6/26/2007 8:47:31 AM | Ah of course puddleriver or wooby hehehehe,... . The Blood Eagle is a well noted Viking execution and torture.
A man was strapped down and staked spread wide on his belly, arms and legs apart. Two shallow incisions were made with a Scramasax ( single edged long knife ) along either side of his spinal collumn. Starting just under the scapula ( shoulder blades ) A chisle or small axe was used to cut or crack the bones free of the spine and these were then pulled out and forced back and his breathing lungs were then pulled back to rest upon his back torso, so that with their last gasps of breath they resembled the flapping wings of an eagle. The back bent bones protruding under the points resembled eagle primary feathers and thus the name "Blood Eagle" was given to this method of execution.
It was used on people as a "lesson" to the price of betrayal. Eormanric who betrayed us to the church was then hunted across the Hun Steppe lands and given the Blood Eagle. His head brought back and posted before the church of a bishop who was warned that the next time the church corrupted one of our allies into deception and betrayal they would Raze the cities of Achens, Paris, and Bamburg to the ground! Generally this torture/execution was reserved for special enemies who were seen as violating the people as a whole or the ancient Aesirian traditions. Christians of note were often recipients such as the men who came as missionaries and destroyed the temple of Odin erecting a crude church over the site. These Missionaries and their small army church supported barbarians thought to convert by force and were amazed when the settlement they enslaved and tortured into submission was comprised entirely of children, women, and old folks.
Needless to say, upon the return of the Norse warriors in their ships seeing what the Christians had done in the town, they slaughtered the "Holy Warriors" and took the priests one by one executing them with the Blood Eagle. A few were crucified ( An Idea the Norse got from the strange effigy they saw hanging from the neck of a senior priest ) upside down on a tree that had been split into a Saint Andrew's cross! Their lips were sewn shut and hot oil was poured down their noses! Some were "crossbarred"!
Lashed to a long pole and held still by two men a third clamped the nose and forced the mouth open. Then a fourth man with a hollow wooden tube that was oiled and contained a living Adder ( Vipera berus,... Scandinavia's only venomous snake ) shoved the tube down the man's throat and pushed the snake down into the man's belly where annoying stomach acid caused the Viper to bite the man internally several times. Usually 3-5 snakes were introduced since the venom was mild and required a good dose to be lethal.
But for the head of the Crusaders and for the head Priest they reserved our all time favorite fate. They made these men Heimnar. LIVING DEAD! A man was held spread on the ground and a limb was pulled taught over a ground level wooden stump. A bellows was used to heat a fire to great heat. A metal splathe was then made white hot and a man with leather glooves and skins stood by when it was ready. Now an axeman moved into position and with a quick and well placed blow he would sever the limb about halfway across the upper arm or leg as the case may be. The "splathe man" immediately cauterized the open stump with the hot splathe thus stopping the bleeding and keeping the victim alive. This was repeated on all four limbs and the offender was then returned to his people in a little cart. They could no longer feed themselves, relieve bodily functions themselves, clothe themselves, etc. They needed assistance for anything and everything and thus the term "living dead" was used. Often gangreen or other circulatory problems induced by the cauterizing ensured that the victim suffered a short but painful life. Many died weeks after the torture, but most who lived soon requested of relatives or kinsmen to be put to death humanely and quickly. Unable to live with the shame and disfunction.
In the ancient age we suffered little from the depredations of Christianity as the rest of the ancient world was tortured into submit, convert, or die methods. Our conversion was much slower and not without retaliation for attrocities the church back then was so notorious for. But then and again, you Ms. Larson likely know this already. Anyway,... that was a little glimpse into some of the more unsavory aspects of ancient society. To be sure torture was widespread in ALL ancient cultures and lands, but the "Blood Eagle" well that one was just pure Norse! The eye of Odin Alfather, always watching his wolves with a smile.
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Posted: 6/26/2007 9:40:22 AM |
Wooby, you gorgeous Swede..... erm. . . . . . better make that Norwegian ~~ as Erik has pointed out, we're a cranky people, and a bit prone to unneeded violence. . . . . 
Erik ~~ You'd think people would be terrified to get involved with us, wouldn't you? Oh, wait -- they are aren't they, lol!!?
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Posted: 6/26/2007 12:26:41 PM | oh, erik, you are an amazing and fascinating source.
torture
thank god
i have no
scandinavian enemies
because their idea
of torture
is brutal
tho' likely
no worse
than any other
but
i think
getting a splinter
is torture enough
for me
 ok, so i'm a wimp...but, anyone here volunteering for the blood eagle?? nope, didn't think so... | |
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Posted: 6/26/2007 1:37:12 PM | Yep,... that's me,... a plethora of wierd information about life and history eh? hehehehehe ,... - Erik - 
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Posted: 6/26/2007 6:00:41 PM | Erik, ugh! I can't imagine how painful it would be to have your spine stretched.....when i watched Braveheart I bawled, couldn't stand what they were doing.....The ancients sure had some grisly stuff going on in the way of torture........
Wooby, Norsewoman, you can't even hurt a spider........sheesh.......and that's what I like about you. I'm mean enough for both of us.......
Humor, I shut my finger in the car door a few years ago. Could not beleive how much it hurt. It made me cry. Later in the night the pain woke me up........poor little kids, to have to go through that pain........
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valentine
into a rainbow of glitter and love
the child attempts
to communicate
overwhelming love
in the ebb and flow
of wavy glue lines
and extra, extra
glitter
wordlessly
blinking back tears
mom
understands
LS 6/04/07
alyoshas, first last | |
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Posted: 6/26/2007 7:58:15 PM | Dang, I forgot the spider poem. Blew my cover did I? If the world never got meaner than you, it would be paradise my dear. . . .
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Posted: 6/26/2007 10:18:21 PM | You know Brizo that the tortures I have described are not the worst. There are MANY more that are far more insideous. If memory serves me correctly it was in the 80's that I first bought a copy of Daniel P. Mannex book, "The History of Torture" which was quite a fascinating book in that it was not just a listing of tortures and devices over the centuries, but was a very in depth book about the reasoning and philosophies behind torture. It is also chocked full of interesting little side facts about historical people. It discussed not only psychology behind the torturers, but also the strength and weaknesses of the victims. A fascinating essay if you have a stomach for such things.
- Erik -
Erik's Viking Dictionary defines,... Torture!
The guy who runs toward the big brazer at the Olympic games carrying the torch!
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Posted: 6/27/2007 7:31:46 PM | Erik, it would be fascinating.....don't know if I could read it but in little bits......it took me forever to read The Shining all the way through, I just found it too disturbing, the little boy on his hotwheels and what he encountered, especially the bloody twins.....
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silhouette - double vignette
thriller movie
menacing silhouette
climbs the stairs
slowly, deliberately
dreadful tension builds
for the victim
and voyeur
anticipation
worse than the reveal
it's much more
terrifying
to conceal
beautiful body
by firelight
shadow dark
diffused light
yearning stretches
thick veined desire
warm muskiness
pulses race higher
anticipation
exquisite appeal
heavy and swollen
in the reveal
LS 5/31/07
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Posted: 6/28/2007 3:10:49 AM | Erik's Viking Dictionary defines,... tension
More than eightsion or ninesion but less than elevension or twelvesion.
- Erik - | |
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Posted: 6/29/2007 7:29:23 PM | Hi Erik......
to thine own self be true
Soothing spoken word lusterless in the light
because cliches and lies are best hidden by night
and fueled by desires where the flame burns too high
ignoring your judgement you give in with a sigh
wake up in the morning sick in your soul
you gave yourself lightly for a quick roll
neither knows the real person with whom they've just slept
skimming over the surface, avoiding the depth
Ls 6/07/07
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Posted: 6/30/2007 5:43:37 AM | Hi Brizo ........
Experience?
- MORNING SURPRISE, THE "AFTER PARTY" AFFECT -
Have you ever woken up in a strange place?
With someone you only remember by face?
And wondered about that strange taste in your mouth?
And how you wound up here in bed in this house?
Well how come you're dressed up in a pink cow suit?
And the two drunk midgets beside you arent cute
Who tied both your ankles apart in the bed?
Who's the dominatrix resting by your head?
Hey now are those pictures of you on the screen?
Webcam by the computer, man that's obscene
Disturbing enough that you wake from this fright
Relieved to escape that wild dream of bad night
You reach for the alarm and then it is clear
That now as you wake up you ARE tied up dear!
Your eyes adjust and then you see that it's true
Beside you a clown and a drunk midget too!
- Erik - Hahahahahaha,... <0> | |
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Posted: 6/30/2007 9:20:41 AM | err.....nothing quite THAT bad, but yes, the voice of bitter experience in my poem.
I did wake up once naked, in the middle of the living room, in someone elses house, with a blanket over my nakedness.....and once, with a black eye no one would own up to....I could go on about my stupidity, but I think you get the picture....
I quit drinking for a few years till I could get better judgement about when to stop. I wasn't a very nice person when I drank, I had a lot of repressed rage which surfaced when I lost my self control. No, I'm not an alcoholic, but I was definitely headed there a couple times in my life. I had blackouts from drinking, where I had no idea what happened. From my current perspective, it almost seems like a different person with a different life.....
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seven
when I turned 27
I noticed, for the first time
a small curve
in the former concavity
of my belly
eventually
I convinced myself
the roundness
was sexy
and every year
ending in seven
from that point on
I have given little pieces
of my vanity
and gained compassion
for it
by my reckoning
if I live to 97
I will be
hideous and humble
and an interesting
person to know
©LS 6/06/07
previously posted in Daily Poet ,Blitznboltz's, and Black Mary's | |
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Posted: 6/30/2007 10:26:26 AM | erik - MORNING SURPRISE, THE "AFTER PARTY" AFFECT sounds like it's based on personal experience.
brizo - forgot to say i liked the series on players, at the top of the page.
after party haiku
wake, eyelids crusty
tasting death throughout my mouth
must brush teeth right now | |
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Posted: 6/30/2007 1:11:48 PM | humor, I met a lady who woke up with her head in a hole in the wall.....very bruised with no idea who did it or why.......now that's some morning after....
Smile, You're on candid camera
You think to feed me compliments
about the way I look
appearances are everything
and how you bait your hook
not understanding what I want
is one who loves me for
the million other little things
that help to form my core
I am much more than what you see
genetics of my birth
appearance doesn't indicate
a person's inner worth
I won't deny that chemistry
contributes to attraction
I know physical symmetry
is part of that equation
I've worked hard on my spirit
(which needed overhauling)
so try to view a part of it
before you come a calling
a profile is a handy tool
it gives an indication
of educational level
and spiritual inclination
And then it has your forums posts
last five to be exact
and if you click last 25
you add to personal fact
please don't send an email
if you won't even look
cause you can bet I'm reading yours
and my life's an open book (well, part of it)
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Posted: 6/30/2007 8:11:52 PM | Wow Brizo. I never thought of that. You can get to know someone fast by the posts here.
On the poetry forum of POF,
we commonly drop our drawers.
We freely examine each others intent
and poke about wounds and love sores.
We inspire and repent All ladies and gents
and we're raising that golden bar higher.
Full passion exposed any number of bents
And we don't burn our notes in the fire.
I think on my threads I've just about said
my whole life in all it's pain and glory
and many a tale I have told by the fire
For I do love to spin an old story.
I don't think that there's anything I have not shared
from anger to drollery to passion.
We all have our say, and we do love to play
with the hearts and our words with compassion.
If anybody wanted to know all of me
or any of you other poets
They could follow our threads, if they don't loose their heads
getting lost in the lines is where we blow it.
Can you just imagine the time it would take
to trace back all of your writings?
If anyone did, he'd sure win the bid
and I thing would be deserving a knighting
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Posted: 6/30/2007 11:58:44 PM | If I could find out about someone through their postings, you bet I would........I have a few forums crushes following certain posters.....
I've been very honest in my postings, some of my friends and family would be surprised at what I've revealed....
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Swinging
I get
a running start
my legs pumping
stretching
lengthening
and leaning
my hair scuffed
by the wind
swinging
I am an angel
I am a bird
I grin at you
nod
jumping
the balance of
a moment's hangtime
before the painful
reconnection
of my sole
daily poet, Om's | |
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Posted: 7/1/2007 2:48:14 AM | Oh my goodness Humor! Now you know that that poem is pure fiction and not my own experience,... I would NEVER let a dominatrix run free while trying up a sexual date after a party ( I might tie her up WITH my date, but loose Dominatrix? NEVER! ) ,... as for having a midget or two present,.... er,... no comment! ( What good is perversion if there is not a little midget guy involved in some way right? Hahahahaha ) Oh sorry,.... make that "vertically challenged", just to be politically correct.
Brizo ya know,.... we live and we learn. 'Nuff said eh? hehehehehe,... Oh by the way, I still have naked pics from the livingroom floor bit, but the blackeye? that was the elbow of a "little person" when we rolled over during the "who's your daddy?!" phase of the "Bark for me!" game. Sorry about that. We had the angry Tiajuana
donkey-lady beat his midget a ss for that one! That's why he wouldn't fess up! Hope that brings some closure. hehehehe ( Teasing of course,... I have no idea how I um,... found those pictures ) wink wink,...
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Posted: 7/1/2007 10:19:06 AM | for brizo
When I was traveling across country
I passed a particular tree
that compelled me
to stop and stare
for a while
There was something unusual about this tree
like it had eyes
like it had seen many lives
pass before it
It stood strong
humble
and graceful
like it knew its purpose
As I got closer
I could see the red
of its heart
pumping between the cracks
of the bark
and it was then
that I knew
this was indeed
a wise
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Posted: 7/1/2007 3:22:25 PM | Erik, so far as I know, no pictures.....we'll see if I ever get famous, and the embarrassing things surface on some website.......oops. I forgot....according to the kids, I was forced to eat fried chicken, which I objected to, feeling ill.....I vomited on the force feeder, and got a black eye for it......sounds like something from a police blotter, and I didn't even OWN a trailer yet......
Om, thank you! You brought tears to my eyes.....
I try to be honest because maybe someone needs the help, and I've swallowed the whole bottle of a*s*shole pills ...........a bumbling, living legend of idiocy, and an endless source of amusement for friends, coworkers and family.......it's a tough job, but someone has to live through it.......
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wild wind
the wild wind
was council
to my secret heart
wanderlust
enslaved me
anonymity
my intention
to forget
the roots of shame
relocating history
until the day
I ambushed my past
and startled it
into submission
LS 6/05/07
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