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| To bathe in morning dew
Posted: 3/11/2007 12:15:13 PM | To bathe in morning dew
and dress in hollyhock and heart's ease
comb clover into hair
and berry lips
step out to larksong and bee buzz
watch the fire eye
circle the sky
and dip just at
the witch's hour
light chips paled out
crickets chorus rising
the hand of the unknown lover
reaching, reaching
Will you let him find you
~~ this time?
Old memories
soul memories
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| To bathe in morning dew
Posted: 3/11/2007 4:28:59 PM | Thanks, Ravin
Wooby I'm skeered, but Ima trying to stand still.....that poem is simply gorgeous....
this is from Tob's thread, after he lost someone...
Old Ones
Old ones are never really lost
they are still with us
in shape of eye
and set of chin
and odd mannerisms
reflected in children
and grandchildren
and deeds are passed down
in family tales
and so they live on in gene, blood
bone and sinew
disposition
and mettle
stories
and love.........
LS | |
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| To bathe in morning dew
Posted: 3/12/2007 2:05:29 AM | This was posted in first, last......the thread had been dead for over a day, maybe two, I don't remember.....I kept looking at that last line and daunted, left....but I was jonesing for my playground........
Old Tar
Come me hardys grab your roosters
tavern wenches, bring me brewsters
wooden bowls of steaming stew
have another round of brew
tavern closing
feeling dizzy
almost dozing
where's that huzzy
over here ye little trollop
else I'll give you quite a wallop
morning after sun's too bright
teeth are furry
sore from fight
not to worry
sleep some more
till twilight comes
then out the door
LS 12/21/06 | |
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| To bathe in morning dew
Posted: 3/12/2007 2:40:58 AM | insomnia
can't sleep again
where is the moon tonight?
that enigmatic lady
whose subtle pull
rules the tides
of seas and blood
hot cocoa with whiskey
again
my sleep so broken
from so many shifts
in schedule
I fear becoming
chemically dependant
legal problems
occupying my mind
apparently even in sleep
and my unemployment
the elephant
in the room
I would read about Roland, but I'm afraid Oy will be killed off....cheap throw away, it makes me furious.....the bumbler has been nothing but loyal, and killing off the pet is a cheap literary trick....please don't anyone be a spoiler, I like to read and experience it myself, I never look at the last page...
maybe I'm just getting old, sleep for five or six hours and wide awake.....thought that stuff came in twenty, thirty years.....yar.... | |
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| A break
Posted: 3/12/2007 3:16:52 AM | Once in a while it is good to see things in comparative perspective. I remember one time when I was depressed because I had a broken leg and was two weeks away from getting the cast off and not working at the time. My neighbor across the street ( we had just moved into a new house ) was a cheerful guy who walked with a funny limp in his gait named Tom. He had welcomed me and my GF at the time and offered if there was anything we needed , help unpacking, borrow tools or items, heck anything we wanted, to just let him know. He was always so cheery and pleasant. I had worked my whole life and was feeling down as during the time of the injury my GF was the only one working and supporting us. Glumly I opened the front door on my crutches to get the mail when Tom and his wife Mindy pulled into the driveway. I had only seen him walk over and speaking to me in his or my front yard. On this day Tom got out of the car and his left pant leg was tied into a knot below his knee where the leg ended. He was on some very wild looking anodized aluminum red crutches. As he moved out across his driveway on his crutches he spotted me standing there on mine looking at him. He smiled and waved and cheerfully asked me how I was getting on and if everything was going well for us?
Well I felt rather small and self centered suddenly. Here I was upset about my temporary disability, and there was Tom without his prosthetic limb on,... no leg,... and just as bright and pleasant as anyone could be. It was a lesson in both humility and comparative perspective. In two weeks I was healed and back to work and the rest of my life. Tom who had no leg, still had something special that I did not, a truely amazing ability to really see the best in life regardless of what happens.
I learned;
No matter how bad it seems
Whether life feels quite unfair
If you sleep uneasy dreams
And you're filled with self dispair
There are always those worse off
Who have things harder than you
No need to cry or whine or scoff
No need to live life so blue
Cheer up and embrace each day
Focus on the brighter things
Smile and take the time to say
I love life and all it brings!
- Erik -
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| A break
Posted: 3/12/2007 3:35:19 AM | Thanks Erik, you're right.......I know people have it harder than me, just so frustrated by this insomnia, and don't really want to start taking sleeping pills. It just seems like a slippery slope I would begin sliding down. I know things will get better, this is just a fallow time for job hunting.....later on this summer I'll be so busy working I'll look back on this time off with nostalgia....I have a part time job, I just need another one to get off unemployment. It's amazing how defined we are by our work, even drone work like I do....they say it's an American mind set.....thanks for stopping by friend, and for your write! One thing is for sure, I'm not meeting my dreams, I never dreamed of working in a factory ..... The odd thing is, I meet so many really interesting and intelligent people there, and their talents are so overlooked and underused....
Futurama
I'm grateful for you and me
I'd like to believe that
the best is yet to be
I pick out the past
as I spin the future
could you and I last?
let me be the author
and write my own tale
of twilight years
and rocking chairs
and happy trails
LS 12/24/2006
Sorry people, lack of sleep has made me maudlin.....perhaps I should make a rule never to post with insomnia.... | |
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| A break
Posted: 3/12/2007 3:56:06 AM | To fall asleep fast ( though the dreams are troubling ) listening to idiot,... er terrorist, er,... make that president Bush, doing a speech generally puts me to sleep!
hehehe Glad to be able to swing by and offer a little gem. - Erik -
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| Who has stolen Skjoldhus’ identity?
Posted: 3/12/2007 3:56:37 AM | Not a single sexual innuendo in this prior post!
Just the calm good vibes of a man
who has lived his live as well as he could,
has savoured all the love he received
and gave back at least as good as he got!
He (or whoever is posing as that doughty Dane)
has written a tribute to Brizo
who moves like an honest breeze
through these pages... a wind
that lifts the fallen leaves on lawns
and fields throughout the earth,
stirs them up, shifts them around,
then lets them settle back down again
in some other arrangement. | |
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| Who has stolen Skjoldhus’ identity?
Posted: 3/12/2007 4:43:11 AM | wow, Jer, that's a nice tribute to Erik, who is such a nice man, and found such a nice love....he has many facets to his personality, and just when we think we've got him figured out, he shape shifts....but his love poems to a certain someone gave me a glimpse of his depth......
honestly our president is one of the things that keeps me up at night......and just what the hell is he up to now? Is he truly interested in the Guatemalans, or just trying to get back at Chavez for that hilarious "devil" speech at the UN half a year ago? Between this and the bullcrap going on about Cuba.......why can't we ever just mind our own business?
what a nice thing to say about me Jer....thanks guys, for nudging me out of a blue mood....posted in first,last.....
SeeSaw
the love that might be death - or resurrection!
I enter into it with trepidation
alertly scouting loves new revelation
to taste you fully is my prediliction
Is suffering to be my destination
or falling somehow into satisfaction?
pulled every which way by my premonitions
I can't concentrate because of my distraction
LS 12/27/2006 | |
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| Who has stolen Skjoldhus’ identity?
Posted: 3/12/2007 7:48:01 AM |
Is suffering to be my destination
or falling somehow into satisfaction?
I wish you neither suffering
nor complacent satisfaction
for I sense the restless action
of your soul, as it scours
north and south, the bowers
of heaven and the pits of hell
in search of truth. You are a force
on here, a strong, sometimes meandering course,
a clear and natural voice,
destined to be no one’s second choice. | |
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| Who has stolen Skjoldhus’ identity?
Posted: 3/12/2007 10:03:03 AM | haha, turned out I wasn't even his first choice.... And, to be honest, I was relieved.....there were indications we were not suited.........
another first, last.....
To Poets
For all the others to come and share
we rhyme our thoughts
and brave the dare
we open ourselves to critique
naked of mystique
we bare ourselves
and show unique
Thank you for your kindness friends
and for the thread that never ends
to hone our most poetic skill
and loosen words
our minds to till
LS 12/29/06 | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/12/2007 10:59:43 AM | This is absolutely beautiful.
I wrote one about "Silent Screams" but it is rather dark and gloomy because it is a poem about abuse.
Someday I hope to be able to share it.
I think I even might write a book about it when I am ready.
I loved your poem.
Thanks for sharing it! | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/12/2007 12:48:21 PM | ~What I Learned~
I learn to hate at an early age
Grew up with such pain...I raged
Innocent's taken from a child
As a teen I grew even more wild
Beaten till I could no longer see
Deep in my soul, I locked away me
Many a time, I knocked at Death's door
To wake in this hell...one day more
One day God did shine on me
I was gifted an Angel baby
To have, hold, cherish and love
Only to be given wings, to soar above
More angry with pain I grew...
To the bottom of a bottle, I drew
Knocking at the Devil's gate
Fill with more hurt and hate
I didn't care to live anymore
From this earth, I wish to soar
Left alone at a young age...
Now a women fulled with rage
Two more life's lessons to learn
Two more Angels to God, I return
How much more could I go through
Such heartache...God, what did I do?
He whispered to me...Dear Child
I still love you even when your wild
But you have to learn and understand
All your hardship, is your life's plan
I give you a special Angel, a sick lil man
You teach this child with tender hand
For my child you've learned to be a mother
These children I lend to you...no other
You will learn to give your heart, to love again
I promise you a kind soul, to take you within
For everyday there is a lesson to learn
Why my child this is not for you to discern
So what have I learned...to Love again!
Thank-you for your kind words... | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/12/2007 1:26:19 PM | It's not hard Cyn, you're a sweetheart....if the childhood sexual abuse thread ever comes up, you will see that I am a survivor as well.....anyone who wants to let it out in here, have at it.....I haven't written anything about that in a long time....as far as the babies go, no, I only had one miscarriage. My sister lost her twelve year old son in January, 2005. It has been devastating to watch.......my heart goes out to you, and all the mourning mothers. Truly, I cannot imagine......
bgirl2 life isn't all sweetness and light, and don't we know it.......I have some dark stuff too, I have to work on it and whittle away until it's post ready. One day in 1992 I just started crying and didn't stop, all day and well into the night. I think perhaps I had a nervous breakdown. Shortly after I went into counseling to try and address some of the physical and sexual abuse, the rape in 1989, and breaking the bad pattern of unavailable men I'd been choosing....writing helps, so keep on letting it out....
Posted: 12/29/2006 First,last....
A Woman's Worth
those girls know what to do
darwinian peacemakers
reading emotions as
the deaf read lips
sensing ripples on the surface calm
is ego coming up to feed
on sycophantic compliments
like a gaudy tropical fish
or could violence materialize
vortexing and gaining strength
in the downward spiral
those girls know what to do
their smile breaks
the momentum
forcing a
darwinian
adaptation
LS | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/12/2007 1:38:02 PM | If my memory serves me right...we meet durning that thread or the one of my son and abuse from the neighbor...
You have a heart of gold...This I remember!
Thank goodness we servived Hell | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/12/2007 1:49:06 PM | You have stories to tell,
some of you women (too many
of you women) that make me
and I’m sure some other men
ashamed. What did you do
to us to deserve the hell
that some of us have put you through?
Is it our mothers? Are we out
to revenge ourselves on them? But why?
Did they not love us enough?
Or are we so lost and so sad
we want you to be our companions
in misery? There are others like me
who have daughters and grand-daughters
we cherish and would protect
from us . Be brave,
which as mothers is your nature anyway,
and hope - for if you give up hope
then the b@tards will have won! | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/12/2007 5:21:50 PM | I live in a small community, about a decade ago I was about to run a support group for adult survivors of sexual abuse, because there was a six month waiting list for any govt. run ones. I knew a few ladies that weren’t going to make it that long. So I put an add in the paper giving my phone number for anyone to call. Newspaper did a little article too. I got, in the first week, over a hundred phone calls. From mostly women, one man, (brave.) . I started to think I lived in pedophile capital of Ontario. But it's no different anywhere else. These are the ones brave enough to call too. I couldn't imagine how many were out there.
I got a bit paranoid about all the men around here.
Then, Once. after a church meeting I was asked to speak at, a 77 year old woman came up and matter of factly told me her uncle had molested her at 12.
She then told me she had never told another soul that before.
She's from a big family, lots of brothers and sisters. She had kids, her siblings had kids.
That uncle would have had access to all of them.
And his Mother, covering for him all the time.
I realized for every bunch of victims, there could have been only a few bad apples.
It's the whole system we need to deal with.
Women and men.
Victims and perps.
We all have to change this together.
Like Rwanda is teaching us, in their healing example.
We have to end the war.
I have a photo, of a tall dusky man, naked but one covering,
With a baby strapped to his side,
Striding regally through the rainforest.
He is beautiful and magnificent
In my eyes.
In his culture,
There is no word for abuse.
There is no punishment
For forced sex,
Because it does not exist.
Not even the concepts
To have the words.
This reality
Of abuse and misery
Has been created, by us all.
It’s called being conquered.
Being a slave.
Same pattern forever,
Till now.
I think I see how
It happened.
And I think
If we love each other enough
We can undew it.
Get back to Eden
Where it’s safe
To be naked again.
First they took the men.
Held them hostage in the fields,
In the mines
In the factories
In the office deathscrapers.
Hung by their neck in suit and tie
When they graduate
To white collar.
Heart attacks
At the injustice of it all.
Second, Disempower the women
Rape works well for this
And is a common practice
In subjugation.
Accusations
Burned at the stake
Escorted to hell
And electro-shocked
For daring to be
On valium.
Second rate
Slut.
Step three. Separate Children from elders.
Ha Residential schools happened all over the world.
North America was not the only open market.
Orphan work houses in Europe.
Kids rented out by the hour
As they still are today
In Thailand.
Wasn’t like that
Back a millennium
Before they were colonized...
Into schools,
And day cares centres
Starting at One month…
Till adulthood
No matter how long it takes to get there.
Step four. Kill off the wise ones.
Heresy laws mean do as you are told or else.
You are only worth your work
Like the Inuit were purported to do
Ice flows for you gramps
You’ve outlived your economic usefulness
And your lack of attention to yourself
Now means you must have a variety of prescription drugs to keep you alive.
You’re just not worth it.
We have books to tell any story you may think you have to share.
We have teachers trained to do anything you could,
Fresh out of teachers collage.
Don’t need story tellers,
Everything’s internet.
Come on,
You know the planet’s overpopulated,
Move on.
Silent with knowledge,
And heavy with medication,
They wait for you to shuffle out in the night.
Step five..maintain control
Gain control through control of food and water.
Feudal system,
Hierarchies,
Caste systems,
Property tax,
Land rights,
Peasant farmer,
Land owner,
Seed sewer,
Office worker,
Grocery stores,
Food exports,
Subsidize
and
Market
Board………………………… Monsanto…owns…the genetic rights…to your food.
And can change the codes any way they choose.
You must buy your water
In Mexico City
And elsewhere too.
And no matter what you do
They’ll be watching you.
And you think
You are glad
They are
Keeping you safe after all.
Mammas rocking us awake from a long winters nap.
Thousands of years some of us.
Less generations, others.
But we are not Lemmings
And have not their patience
Nor their faith
In their place in the echo system.
No… we will struggle and wiggle our way out of the tight
Black
Hole
We created ourselves in,
And push our way into a wiser existence,
Howling with everything we’ve got.
Ya we’re going to change the world.
Damned right we are.
We believe in this Earth.
And this Earth believes in us. | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/12/2007 7:01:13 PM | Cyn there are still weird things I do because of it, especially my sleep posture.....
Jer each man is responsible for his own deeds. There is no reason for you to be ashamed to be a man....pedophilia is usually passed down, and rape is a control thing.....
ravin see, told you how talented you were. You have a lot to say and say it well, for all of us. We need to get back to our roots.
this is from first, last....
I'm just too weary to keep
my eyes open this late at night
I want to lie down and sleep
forget the aura of disquiet
sometimes we get a flash
of ideas that foster unease
not really trying to bash
generally trying to please.....
We don't belong to one another
like property bought and sold
we lend our hearts to one another
but reaching the end of loves road
It's better to smile and let go
living well to be the revenge
the creator owns life and so
to dwell is to become unhinged
most people have said goodbye
to a love they'd rather have not
but to wish another to die
will cause your soul to rot | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/13/2007 10:16:51 AM | good grief, I certainly made up for the insomnia.....slept till almost noon.....
for Christmas I made a poem for each of my grandkids, I have five of them, so the next five submittals will be name poems of my grandkids...you'll see I didn't make it by Christmas...which echoes my life's theme of always being late.....these were posted in Eye's thread.....
May
mother to all your brothers
you deliver love
and shrill justice
surrounded by males
you retain the eternal female
first of your generation
sharing a bed with the brother
who was thought to be sister
you transformed disappointment
into nurture
Our long limbed
thoroughbred beauty
with your silky mane
and delicate mouth
men will one day drown
in the calm of your eyes
poised to leave sugar mountain
linger here sweetheart
before you cast your pearls
to the teenage wolves
who will be too young
to understand your beautiful soul
LS 12/23/2006 | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/13/2007 10:33:46 AM | Brandon
You are unabashed in your emotions
affection, resentment and compassion
flash across your mobile face
clouds or sudden storms
skate across the sky in your eyes
you look at me with
my mother's eyes
which are my own and
our gift to you
in a different shade
and lavish fringe
you have her genius
for numbers
How long will you enthusiastically
greet me
before you relinquish
tenderness for the toughness
of boys
please don't harden
into the male machine
you are a whole new breed
of an evolving world
my own power ranger
power up into change
never forget your heart
and you will always be able
to find yourself
LS 1/03/07 | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/13/2007 10:36:33 AM | Jake
middle child
you appreciate
attention
and new clothing
you're so gorgeous
your coloring a surprise
the light blond hair
and warm brown eyes
the dimple that will
make girls sigh....
an animal lover
always wanting to feed
the biggest dog
you manage to fascinate
the cat
you long to be
helpful
cooking, gardening
curious
you dissemble
to discover process
but forget to ask
permission
sometimes I see
your hunched shoulders
want to shield you
from the world
so you stand straight
Jake, you are so loved
just learn to
reassemble :)
LS 1/20/07 | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/13/2007 11:00:38 AM | Bella
Hopelessly in love with
your apricot skin
your platinum hair
Your sturdy body
smooth and unblemished
the tiny moons of fingernails
and perfect chiclet teeth
your unbounded potential
your unfailing generosity
your ferocious rivalry
your joy and freshness
your guileless mind
your simplicity
your complexity
my nepotistic heart
shouts mine
embrace the bones and flesh I've made
one step removed
my little dandelion spore
to conquer worlds
I'll never see
I gently set you free
LS 12/06/06 | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/13/2007 11:03:50 AM | Gage
You were almost not to be
mama reluctantly
said goodbye
to holding babies
but the universe
gave one last gift
grandpas twin
you came to us singing songs
of the starry cosmos
and fluid womb
you sang almost from birth
you greet the ducks
others never notice
you beguile
your wonder is contagious
you infect me with exuberance
your quirkiness delights
you claim me proudly
call me grandma
finally
LS 12/18/2006 | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/13/2007 7:34:32 PM | bringing it home from first,last and wooby's
madame crocus comes 1/25/07
It whispers quiet coming
muffled by snow
the whipping wind
is a fishwife scolding
underground
restorative sleep
another moon cycle
and madame crocus
in her upright way
will greet madame forsythia
Miss Snowdrop will bow
her droopy head
while Mr.Robin
listens for earthworms
my heart awakens too
I begin my new
season
LS | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/13/2007 8:24:29 PM | Inexorable depth comes from he who seeks to see himself ( or herself ) without bias or pity. Look inside closely and honestly and you will find a world of complexity and irony that often sits buried deep behind the facade that we portray to the outside world. The one who can see the invisible can acomplish the impossible.
- REFLECTIONS -
Complexity unfolding around me
Like waves of colour dancing in the light of a rainbow
Some fish for food while others fish because they cannot afford therapy
When did the cynical shadows creep into so many that we forgot innocence?
Why is it animals can love so unconditionally, while man struggles to like openly?
Do the Gods wager on how long it will take us to destroy our world?
Ask this next time, WWACD? What would a child do?
Therein is man in his pure form
So excellent and noble
Unafraid to dream
Unafraid to love
Unafraid to dare the impossible
To the little boy and the little girl snakes and frogs are cute
To the Master, Karate is peaceful
To the fish air is mysterious
When you stop to watch the raindrops in a puddle does your mind still take you to childhood dreams?
Who are your heros now?
If you knew today was your final day on this world what dream would you live out?
When you stand at the zoo looking at the elephant thinking "Oh my how huge!" Did you notice the ant that peer's up at you and thinks, "Oh my how huge!"?
When did your cereal stop carrying toy surprises?
Treasure the past and live each day well
Always do a little something for yourself
Always take a little time to help someone else
Remember that if you bring just one smile to the face of another, you will be a giant that day!
- Erik -
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