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Posted: 7/6/2007 9:02:53 PM | pickles! Nice to see you in here.......it's always a struggle for me to find my higher self.....I'm at the dung beetle level......
velvet cloak
I wish for a man
whose presence
wraps around me
like a warm coat
against the winter storm
safety to be myself
comfort in being known
the freedom of acceptance
to be passionate
LS
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Posted: 7/6/2007 9:28:23 PM | I fell in love with Tom Sawyer and thought he carried a lantern wherever he went
The boy scout who rescues fair damsels from the caves
But the lantern turned into mirrors
Every where mirrors
Until I became one of those reflections of him and not me
So I fell in love with Huckleberry Finn and his sense of adventure
He was in tune with the land
Boyish charm and sense of humor
He wore an old straw hat
A big smile
He didn’t charm me as Tom did with slippery words and extravagant gifts
Or promise to lead me to the streets of London to follow my dreams
But the streets of London are unsafe full of fear
And I wanted peace
So Huckleberry and I found our own adventures
The kind that doesn't cost a cent
Back to nature
He doesn’t sweep me off my feet with bear hugs
Lavish me with roses
Or write silly poems about love
He sits quietly by the fire
As his soft green eyes gaze in reflection
He tells me a story of the stars and every mathematical equation known to man
He still has a little bit of Peter Pan in him
And I part Tinkerbell or Wendy or both
He shows me he cares in little things
By laughter and teasing
Playing with the kids
Tending the garden
Building things to make our house a home
He doesn’t tell me he loves me every day
But when he does you listen
We write stories in our dreams
Listen to the wind
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Posted: 7/6/2007 11:32:03 PM | words take me by surprise
sliding out, the way they do
to land in a slippery row
at my feet
and smoke ring prose
drifts from my lips
on a current, on a sigh
just one sighting
of blue dragonflies
and heart words
float
softly intentioned | |
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Posted: 7/7/2007 4:49:59 AM | Good morning ladies!......
He shows me he cares in little things
By laughter and teasing
Playing with the kids
Tending the garden
Building things to make our house a home
Autumn, I like the quiet wisdom of this one.......his actions tell you he loves you every day.......I trust those much more than words......as your poem demonstrates.....
pickles and greengrassofhome, Welcome! I've always admired your prose......pickles you have a way of making the reader feel immediacy even when they are reading about your past........greengrassofhome, I love the way you play with language....... you can leave slippery rows of words in here anytime!
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repel
perhaps you
have had a run of
bad luck
the sourness
of your life
has settled in
your breath
to warn others
against getting
too personal
it's foulness
shimmers
with ghastly viscosity
to repel
the helpful
with only
tepid determination
for you,
only the
deepest level
of charity
will do
LS 6/30/07
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Posted: 7/7/2007 8:48:04 AM | "I'm at the dung beetle level......"
that said it for me, brizo, I think it's also that pile of laundry I don't want to push..:/
enjoyed this page! | |
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Posted: 7/7/2007 5:10:12 PM | we're all paulettes
it just clicked for me
we are each
someone’s paulette
sometime or another
think about it
when do you need
your mentor
your friends
when you are stuck
caught like a fly
in the web
of your own shit
you’re in it
and can’t be impartial
or reasonable
or act mature
even if you know
the answer
in your heart
because your feelings
overwhelm and override
and you need your
mentor and friends
to listen
to be there
to talk you through
for as long as it takes
and if you think about it
you play the same role
for them
when they need it
caught in their own
web of emotion | |
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Posted: 7/7/2007 8:50:35 PM | hmmm, interesting concept, Humor....I wouldn't put myself up there with Pauli, she is the sort all animals and children love, and men too, like "Something About Mary". There was, however, one rabbit that didn't like her......she was always scratched by this one rabbit, who we named "killer bunny" after the Monty Python movie.......
Om, so nice to see you, as always.....laundry is something to do while you're doing something else......like watching a movie.....just fold in front of the TV....
the message
the message
writing on the wall
knew it was over
from his behavior
surprising him
with the easy goodbye
sometimes
initiating it
reminding stung pride
when dumped
be grateful
for a mutual goodbye
LS 6/09/07
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Posted: 7/7/2007 8:54:12 PM | Nice concept HM!
- SOMEONES PAULETTE,... -
It's a great concept
And there is no malice
I'm not someone's Paulette
But could be their Alice!
- Erik - Hahahaha,...   | |
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Posted: 7/8/2007 9:28:14 AM | but Alice doesn't live here anymore......and you get get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant ('cept Alice)......
You just be Erik...when they made you, the mold broke....this town ain't big enough for two of you.......boy, I'm just full of moldy sayings today.......
July 8th, Brandon's 8th birthday....
limp summer day
four fresh faces at my table
breakfast of poptarts and cocoa,
'cause I'm grandma
big bouquet of wildflowers
queen anne's lace
and chickory
only shade that can be found
is underneath the hickories
Brandon's birthday is today
corn is almost knee high
small fierce storm has made it's way
but fields are still too dry
gave him a diary last night
and he's been busy scribbling
had to bust a bathtub fight
since then no one's been squabbling
taking an inside break with drinks
'cause the sun is much too hot
it's time to mow the weeds methinks
new battery must be got
by then I'll need to get them home
so dad can celebrate
and so I'll end my boring poem
my day to orchestrate
LS 7/08/07
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Posted: 7/8/2007 11:34:23 AM | Hey Brizo - thanks for the warm welcome. here's another one
that’s when I was a peony
pink and full
leaning out, almost all the way over
to catch the sun.
I opened my scent
blush wine, to the breeze
until you arrived, disguised
as honey bees
seeking mysteries
and so we lingered
through days of rich cream
each morning a blessing
me leaning, you please
until warmth became blaze
and the tipping point came
urging me to lay down
a cascade
of flesh petals
rose bloom on the ground. | |
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Posted: 7/8/2007 12:50:03 PM | oh, I like that one.....I have a fuschia bush, probably some propagation of a Marshall Pyland......peonies hate being moved so much it took 5 years for it to grow and bloom.......it's buddy on the other side has still not bloomed, though every year it gets bigger, and I have a small one in my weed garden...love peonies. I would love to get one of those trees.....in your prose I liked the leading up, the bliss and then the tipping point.....
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A force to be reckoned with 2/19/07
alive with clamor
shattering
peace and quiet
bursting with
bubbling exuberance
children conquer
placid order
with the sheer vitality
of their rowdy demands
LS
Ravin's Patchworking for the Mother, and (I think) Age of Innocence | |
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Posted: 7/8/2007 8:25:54 PM | Sweet kiss
brushing my lips
I missed that
journey almost done
but it was one I had to take
you understood
you held your pain
knowing we would begin again
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Posted: 7/8/2007 8:54:52 PM | Greengrassofhome...."that’s when I was a peony..." is so lovely!
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Posted: 7/8/2007 9:38:23 PM | Brizo and Red Earth,
thank you fine women, I love your poems and treasure your comments .
ggoh | |
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Posted: 7/8/2007 10:04:39 PM | Hi Brizo...I didn't even know you had a thread...cool..may I?
Stellar Drop
I argued with my fallen star
That gravity could kill
But it claimed such stellar drops
Are inspiration's thrill
It said that those who 'safety-wish'
Are not dreamers at all
Instead they're more like thirsty rain
That's too afraid to fall
While sadly circumspective hearts
Think faith is a regime
And suck the joy from every wish
By planning not to dream
And pessimistic 'pocket-wishers'
Bore the speed of sound
For there's no fun in chasing dreams
Where hope's not even found
But casting wishes impromptu
Are daring dreams to be
And then my fallen metaphor
Said, surely you agree
Sure I cede, but technically
You're not a shooting star
True, it said, but meteors
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Posted: 7/9/2007 4:06:15 PM | Pickles, a REAL kiss at this point, one of those knee bucklers, would be so welcome over here.....I haven't had my head turned or my heartbeat quickened in sooo long......hoping you're writing from the current persective.....
greengrassofhome, always loved your stuff! I would read you in first, last and be astounded at what you pulled out of your hat with the last line.....
hmmm, Polly, I'm trying not to be too impulsive, yet still take risks......but fence riders usually end up with a sore crotch when they fall.......
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this is a bit cynical for me, but I got to daydreaming one day of what a post apocalyptic world would be like.......already being menopausal, I would have very little value, as I couldn't breed....ice floe for me......I had a nightmare once that I was used to teach people how to have sex, I was a slave with no value who lived at the edge of town in a cave.......(that was after my tubes were tied 15 years ago, obviously an anxiety dream).....
After the end
relishing ‘neath the bile clouds,
wearily prepared
I raise my head
to the puce tinted sky
did I see my half rotted
cousin go by?
I walk through wrappers
and discarded cans
to the oil slick shore
read the bans
sit on a tire
a bemused, life weary whore
the world an open
festering sore
who could ever ask
for more?
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Posted: 7/11/2007 8:11:30 PM | I've thought, a lot, about the ending. My gut sez soon. Very soon. So what is the proper attitude to assume? Get a gun and keep yourself safe from your neighbors? I have no desire to kill another human in return for another hour or two of breath. Finally decided starvation is not the worst way to go. . . .
How's *that* for a cheerful summer comment, lol!? | |
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Posted: 7/11/2007 9:14:08 PM | Woobs, I hope when and if that time comes I acquit myself admirably.............I could probably be quite vicious in defense of my offspring.......but I have hickory nuts for protein, and PLENTY of dandelions........ The post apocalyptic low carb and gluten free diet.......
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peace on earth, goodwill to men
hope and pray for peace
call upon divinity
you were created in god's like
and carry light within
so light your candle
from the flame
that never dies
never dies
the good within you lies
unclaimed
realize, recognize
and stand against
the sons of Cain
LS 6/16/07
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Posted: 7/12/2007 2:05:33 AM | Peace on Earth, good will to women
Without them, we'd just be swimmin!
- Erik -  | |
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Posted: 7/12/2007 2:32:51 AM | better think and stop the flow
where do little swimmers go
when they don't have a place to stow?  | |
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Posted: 7/13/2007 8:52:14 PM | injury
feeling bereft
desolation eyes
avoid contact
I surround myself
with isolation
sparing contamination
and other's contagion
devastation heart
instinctually beating
through
heaviness and pain
and internal bleeding
Ls 6/09/07
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Posted: 7/13/2007 9:20:34 PM | the sea
salty mother
rock me in waves
clean wounds
and nails
to startling whiteness
let me ride
the foaming crest
into the shore
again until exhaustion
reheat myself
on warm beach sand
and wear sun's kiss
with damp salt air
within my hair
you bring us food
the crab, the clam
the squid
I miss you
in this land locked state
your peace, your violence
your grace...
when I return
my senses smell
and dampness swells
my skin
and all my twelfth house
yearnings
wake, and draw me
to my kin
the calling of the mother
and the corresponding answer
from within
©LS 6/10/07
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Posted: 7/14/2007 8:24:46 PM | Julian
could I have said something
that might have changed your mind?
illuminated your importance
showed how loved you were
explained, in a way you could beleive
that life wouldn't always be so cruel
that one day, you would be liked
and yes, even loved
for exactly who you are
that Jr. High doesn't last forever
and one day, those kids
will be the fat, bald ones
who never let anyone forget
that they were a hometown jock
because that's all they ever had
but for you, frozen forever
in Jr. High
no tomorrow
no children
no great romantic love
Oh honey,
we miss you......
LS 7/14/07
bringing it home from first, last.....
Ravin, I'd like to thank you for the nice job on the follow up a few posts later......you said what I wished I could.......but on this subject, sadness makes my voice go small.... | |
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Posted: 7/14/2007 9:25:32 PM | | A heart like yours could never have a small voice. You have a beautiful clear voice. Even in pain. | |
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Posted: 7/14/2007 10:26:33 PM | .....I always feel when I'm too close to something, I'm not very eloquent. The emotion is too raw ......
Ravin, that's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. Thank you.
Bye Jer
so you are gone
suddenly
this space is dead
dawning realization
that we'll never
laugh together
in quite the same
configuration
because you
are missing
and there is
a hole
in our fabric
LS 7/13/07 | |
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