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Posted: 7/1/2007 4:22:33 PM | ^^I love that poem Brizo! One of my favorites!
hugs back sweetie. | |
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Posted: 7/1/2007 5:09:22 PM | this next one isn't good, and I've no idea how to make it good, just a story of what happened this morning, and an epiphany to which I credit flylady, who says "progress not perfection" and "housework imperfectly done still blesses your family".....
making your blanket
tying off your blanket
your birthday looming at two
I sat with coffee
and directions
which being myself
I second guessed
and had to double back
and redo
now running late
I check to see
the wrong side out........
how could I screw up
something so simple?
dejection
A deep breath
remind myself
what is important
it looks okay
it's functional
it will mean something
to your sentimental heart
later at your party
you love my
mistake filled gift
and my littlest sister
asks me to make
a blanket
for her birthday
LS 7/01/07
HAPPY CANADA DAY!  | |
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Posted: 7/1/2007 7:12:39 PM |   Awwwwwwwww Brizo.........it will be lovely.....no matter the mistakes....or not! You should already know that! hugs
The most beautiful gift I ever recieved
was from my mother.....my lovliest angel!
A quilt she had always promised to make......
for years...she perfected her...quilting!
Many pillows , and wallhanging pictures
Quilting, is something she always wanted to do!
As my Great Grandmother
Who my mother used to sit and watch
Lovely quilts she made for all
by hand and alone, little pieces of their clothing fabric
My ma...started it when she retired
Cut it all out....and got it started!
A lovely LogCabin quilt....I knew nothing of it!
But remember her asking me ....which one I liked
In a big book....and of course I picked the hardest one
Little did I know....knew nothing of quilting!
But that is the one she started for me....got it all cut out.....
loveliest colors , you have ever seen!
The next year....she came down with Cancer
She tried...Dad said to work on it....but her hands trembled
She got a few pieces put together
He said she took many apart.....
said they just didnt look right!
My mama died....the next Febuary
She got sick in September, previous year!
Many months later....my Stepdad......
brought me all of the peices cut....pattern.....
the parts she had worked on!
I was so proud, that she had done this!
I cried like a baby.....
looking at every lovely cut peice
especially the ones she had already sewn
A dear friend of mine at work
a lovely lady...had been told about this by my girlfriend
She asked me to bring it to her,
hesitant at first
just wanting to keep each peice as it was
I finally did,
after many months
This lovely friend and her sister
both whom quilted with much speed
Put this quilt together for me
And by surprise presented it to me
at work one day.........
The Mothers Day following my mothers death!
It was so very beautiful!!!!!!!!!
I cried....and could have killed them for bringing to me at work!
But was such a lovely surprise........
we displayed it all day....for the little older ladies there...
and many offered to buy it!
It was not for sale........no way!
Needless to say......every Mothers Day these two lovely ladies.....
see and hear from me!
Like they are a part of my mothers love!
something no one can ever give....but they did~
It is very beautiful.....and you know the best part?
Tina my friend....took me aside.....and showed me the middle of the quilt.....
little tiny threads....on the inner edges of the first few squares....
my mother had done....with much care!
You can tell them out of the rest of the quilt........
but not to the seeing eye..........
only if told........
and only from the heart!
It is the most beautiful...thing....I have ever recieved!
And I hold it like a treasure.......forever~
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Posted: 7/1/2007 8:41:04 PM | Wow Jules, those ladies were so cool....I have some ceramic pieces my mother made and I kept a few of her favorite shirts, and some jewelry.....I like to wear the jewelry to special occasions like my brothers wedding or opening night for my sister's restaurant. I feel like my mother is attending......
My husbands grandmother made a quilt for us as a wedding gift. Since he had a quilt she had made for him, he let me keep the wedding quilt when we divorced. The quilt means quite a bit to me, and is made even more special by the fact she was blind when she made it....
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though I wrote this when I was goofing around with Rory in first, last I'll post it now in honor of your hair.......(it's written from the perspective of Prince Charming )
rapunzel
I seek
your ringlets fair
let down your hair
rapunzel
bathe me
in
your spilling locks
as sensous
scent
drifts over me
I'd climb
any
ivory tower
for you
and the river
of fire
you inspire
in me
Wooby's Great Virtue and first, last | |
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Posted: 7/1/2007 8:54:10 PM | Haha....Brizo...Rapunzel.....I have heard alot about her....in my time! lolll...Any way...always know any treasure like that is the most treasured thing you could obtain!
My hair now .....is another thing!!!!!lolll...I will glady trade you....hahaha!@
Yes two lovely angels.....
intervened.........made a lovely thing
of one lost angel!
I always knew...they were my 2 angels thereafter!
I keep them in heart and soul....every holiday!
Not often we find such hearts so pure.........
But , just to say.....you and I could sew together a rag..........
our children would love it! and say.......' Awwwww....Ma made it!"
Know what I mean ? Brizo?
I know you do!
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Posted: 7/2/2007 1:28:05 AM | Brizo I treasure those pictures far too much to ever post them! hahahaha,... and it was actually chicken fingers but the midget was very sorry. hehehehe No trailer yet? Ya'll aint been invited back to The Jerry Springer show yet? hehehehehe,... interesting dear! hahahaha,...
- Erik -    | |
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Posted: 7/2/2007 7:22:17 PM | Jules, I was just freaking out about the blanket.....the two sides were so similar it took forever to figure out which was which, and then when the strong sunlight hit, I realized I had picked the wrong side.....no one but me would ever know if I didn't tell them......and my granddaughter loved the blanket.
Erik, it's weird that you mention midgets, it's been a running gag over here for years, the midget I hide under my bed...fortunately, since 1988, my life has been peaceful, and no one makes me eat fried chicken when I'm queasy.......
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Eve's sin
Eve ever has sinned
in seeking
withheld knowledge
And who does not
want to know
everything?
Let he who is
without sin
cast the first stone.
Blissfully ignorant
in exchange for what?
the life of an
animal or child?
I don't believe
Eve ever has sinned
To choose to know
in spite of the pain
of knowing
since then
has always been
a prerogative
LS 6/09/07
bringing it home from Ravin's unfinished business, Jer's | |
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Posted: 7/2/2007 11:09:55 PM | Jules your quilt tale had me bawling my eyes out!  | |
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Posted: 7/3/2007 5:47:25 AM | Brizo....am sure the blanket was lovely, your granddaughter will treasure it always!!!!
Thanks Ravin...is a very true story!
A Happy day it is...today!
Wabbit and Hunter have become engaged!
May they always be as happy
as they are right now!
Two hearts intertwine
become one in the same!
Love does abound in here
for some of us , sometimes isn't clear
But knowing that dreams can come true
Make my heart happy...and want to sing
Knowing Love can be found.....the faith it brings!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: 7/3/2007 12:43:59 PM | | On "Eve's Sin" --- Amen sister! | |
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Posted: 7/3/2007 10:15:58 PM | ravin, you're not the only one..........I was a little choked up there too........
Jules, that is some awesome news!!
REM, I wondered, even as a child, why Eve was so wrong........I asked once in parochial class and had an everlasting moment........total quiet as everyone stared.....
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The wellspring
if you use it all today
there will be
more love
tomorrow
the stream
is overflowing
from the spring
of a grateful
heart
come,
have a sip
LS 6/14/07
bringing it home from Age of Innocence, first, last | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 3:57:37 AM | | Wellspring ~~ rather fine, Mz Brizo. . . . ♥ | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 4:44:51 AM |
The most beautiful gift I ever recieved
was from my mother.....my lovliest angel!
A quilt she had always promised to make......
The story of the making of that quilt
is itself a quilt
that passed through several
loving hands. One piece
is your mother’s love for you, another
your father’s love for her,
and the friend who completed it
and you who posted it here
and the several other women
who’ve expressed their love for it
--and for you.
Women’s love
and that of a few men
is a quilt of many brilliant colours. | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 3:28:05 PM |
Alyosha,So true you are.....for ever and ever this has traveled far!
Love has a way of bringing in other hearts
Spreading the love......easing the hurts
Always I knew my mother lived this way
But she showed me with the quilt....
Love is shown in many ways!
Always she had shown me
always I had known
but until that time she died
had I ever really flown
knowing the love
one can send and spread
even when gone
A lovely angel sings
and spreads her wings
bringing nothing but love
between hearts here on earth
Love is universal......
spreads
even when we are gone!
hugs jules thanks! | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 4:56:51 PM | spider
i felt something on my leg
and then, i didn’t
a few minutes later
there was a spider
climbing over the back of my notebook
a teensy, itty-bitty spider
maybe a millimeter in size
coulda been reddish
and i squished it
perhaps 15 minutes later
i feel something on my arm
i look over to see another one
walking down my arm
and i squished it, too
where are they coming from
should i worry
is there such a thing
as a spider infestation
if so, is two enough
am i bad for squishing them
does it infer i’m violent
or, simply, unafraid of arachnids
or, merely the itty-bitty ones
now, don't ask me to come over and kill all your spiders. i know wooby won't...
many years ago, i read piers anthony's castle roogna, the 3rd xanth book. "12-year old Magician Dor goes on a quest for an elixer to restore a zombie to life, for his friend and caretaker, Millie the (ex-)ghost. The problem is that the only way to obtain it is to travel 800 years into the past! He is joined on his quest by Jumper, a (now man-sized) spider that accidentally got caught up in Dor's travel spell, and a young woman of the time, named Millie..."
so, the point being that the giant spider is only a few days old, but has much wisdom, since his short life span requires him to learn fast. anyway..he teaches dor a lot. and i bet dor never thereafter squished a spider (in fact, that might'vebeen mentioned in some of the later books). | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 7:17:54 PM | wooby, thank you! Alas, prince charming doesn't need a drink lately.....matter of fact, I think he doesn't live around here.....
Jer, it is quite a story........Jules, you should sell that to Reader's Digest or something......they always put at least one story in there that gets me choked up........they always have them at the Dr's and stuff.....
humor, did you ever see the Twilight Zone where she flushes the spider and it comes back bigger and bigger? I try not to squish or drown, but I couldn't get one out of the tub the other day.......... :( I cried when the spider died on "Honey I shrunk the kids"
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flower's grace
forming a circle
cream and purple irises
stand as backdrop
against the fuschia
punch of the peonies
entering my drive
I am taken aback
at the beauty
haphazardly planned
they remind me
in the best way
of happy accidents
and the forgiveness
of nature
LS 5/26/07
pensky's, Wooby's | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 7:21:45 PM | My life was changed forever when my 6th grader brought home a copy of Charlotte's Web with instructions from his teacher to read him the last chapter. . . .
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Posted: 7/5/2007 7:23:53 PM | ONION SPIDER
With a unique pungency
It crawled like a motorized glacier
Across the broken pane
Frosted and dirty,
And secreted a look
Of wisdom or despair,
I still don't know. | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 7:31:08 PM | From the great Cesar Vallejo (trans. Sandy McKinney):
THE SPIDER
It's an enormous spider that no longer walks,
a colorless spider, whose body,
a head and an abdomen, are bleeding.
Today I've watched her from up close. And with what effort
in all directions
she was stretching out her innumerable feet.
And I've been thinking of her invisible eyes,
those fatal pilots of the spider.
It is a spider which was trembling, fixed
on a spur of rock;
the abdomen on one side,
and on the other the head.
With so many feet, poor thing, and still she can't
resolve it. And, on seeing her,
bewildered in such peril
today what sorrow she's given me, that traveler.
It's an enormous spider, held back
by the abdomen from following the head.
And I've been thinking of her eyes
and of her numerous feet . . .
And what sorrow she's given me, that traveler. | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 7:51:30 PM | Rory, thanks for those.....sometimes I can get lost watching insects or fish, in their own busy universes.....and I can be angel, rescuing or herding with twigs....and realize hours have gone by.....
One time we were camping and there was a particularly huge, googly spider with a really big web. The campfire happened to illuminate the web, and before we could stop them, some of the stupid drunk guys threw the spider into the fire......My friend Pauli and I were pretty upset, I know it's "just a spider" but who is to say our souls have any more value? That we are more important? Only to ourselves.....and the spider was in its habitat, we were the intruders....
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Paulette
A mentor and very good friend of mine.
her love is bottomless
her heart is kind
her generosity is boundless
she volunteers with the elderly
and at the animal shelter
sponsors kids living overseas
I'd like to be more like her
LS 6/17/07 | |
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Posted: 7/6/2007 3:18:21 PM | My Paulette's Name is Faye
Plain Speech Quaker
Thee's me to a farethewell
Comforts, feeds me
Takes me through her garden,
I help her bring the chickens in at night.
Long winter afternoons over stew and cornbread
A touch of a hand, praying together.
Hearts' home she is.
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Posted: 7/6/2007 5:03:15 PM | humor, I'll share my paulette......she is a preacher's daughter......but not pretentious or holier than thou........most of my friends know each other, they run into each other at various times through me.......and I have the same old, deep friends.......
She is just so gentle, I have a warrior heart......she always encourages me to think of all sides and consider other points of view....and she leads by example.....
sweet soul
sweet soul
how I envy you
in my sarcasm
and my petty grudges
the small secret
hidden place
that swells with infection
and rears its ugly head
in self protection
and projection
I wish that I
could possess
your self possession
the confidence
that chooses your direction
so when I'm poked
I don't erupt
in bristling quills
but rather
use my will
to quell the outrage
and the verbal carnage
or rather, not to feel
the gall
and smile serenely
through it all
and really BE at peace
cease
to feel the anger
but I'm really just a hanger
on, to the spiritually enlightened
frightened
of my shameful smallness
standing here
among the tallness
so the best response
I can conjure is to fake it
and smile through gritted teeth
until I make it
LS 6/10/07
Daily Poet, the Pines | |
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Posted: 7/6/2007 7:57:05 PM | So it continues
this search for nirvana
for harmony
who do we follow
who will show us the high road?
That climb seems endless
the summit so far out of reach
and the slide down the slippery slope
looks so inviting
yet there is a guide
there is a voice inside that urges us on
it is the voice of calm and reason
it is the voice of acceptance and forgiveness
it is your voice
and yours
and yours
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