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Posted: 7/16/2007 6:13:25 PM | bounty
inspiration to achieve
sometimes we grieve
for the outer shell
and make life hell
when our inner gift
is far more profound
what was lost
is no match
at all
to the reverence of life
we found
cherish the small things
the moments
the persons
the arts
the seasons
of nature
and living
surrounding
abounding
Ls 6/28/07
Posted in om's palmss | |
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Posted: 7/16/2007 6:13:53 PM | The Crones (with a little Erikson thrown in)
we have lost capacity
for childbearing
as internal combustion
morphs us to
another stage
the phoenix that rises
from the ashes of
our former self
is no longer cloaked
in vanity, that has died
our own agenda
dims as a new star
begins to glow
we are the keepers
of history
the cool heads
in crisis
the mentors for
humanity
LS 7/04/07
previously posted in BlitznBoltz, Rory' pines | |
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Posted: 7/16/2007 7:55:35 PM | ah yes, yes....so true....
I definitely have melded, merged into a mellow me, worried about my legacy!!! | |
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Posted: 7/17/2007 8:48:21 PM | Hi princess! Nice to see you in here!
haven't felt much in the writing mood folks, I've been reading and watching movies......there's not much juice right now, need to recharge......
Will leave little odd bits probably of old stuff now and then......these next ones are about types of people who get on my nerves.....
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of would-have-beens-destined for glory
every small town has several to choose
who stop you to tell you their story
when their story's already old news
their existance peaked in high school
they still lord it over all others
but now they're a stuck in the past fool
whose egos cause yawns to be smothered | |
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Posted: 7/17/2007 8:49:15 PM | bullies
Just hit the road, get out of my face!
Or I will take you to a place
you never dreamed resided here
behind my peaceful actions, dear
one day you'll be treated as you have done
and you'll realize that it's no fun
insults to your intelligence
aspersions to your lack of competence
LS 6/09/07 | |
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Posted: 7/17/2007 8:50:08 PM | stagnant
but be sure to have the right kind of fences
the blinders on that block all the senses
the razor wire around your heart
that leaves you feeling smug and smart
don't change your life in any way
live it the same way every day
and you'll be alone for another twenty
surrounded by your material plenty
LS 6/24/07
the repeat stanza thread, Ravin's patchwork thread...... | |
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Posted: 7/18/2007 7:35:40 AM | - GET 'EM BRIZ! GET 'EM!!! -
Bullies beware of Madam Briz
She'll crack her whip and make you wiz!
She'll make you squirm under her heel
You maggot, lacking sex appeal!
She'll beat your butt and break your ribs
Her street karate fury lives
She'll spit upon your bleeding form
And break your teeth out well forlorn!
Underneath the mild exterior
Lies a demon, your superior!
With spikes and leather,... you thought lace
She'll burn your skin, and slap your face
And once your body breaks some more
She'll watch you cry upon the floor
With snapped arm bones and shattered knees
No mercy for your childish pleas!
You wanted tough and tough you got
Laying in tears and blood and snot
You're not so tough, you're self decieved
Now that you're broken, it's believed!
- Erik - How do I know this? well let's just say,... I like the pain! hahahaha ( Man she's gonna kill me for this gem! hahahaha )    | |
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Posted: 7/18/2007 2:52:15 PM | I like the humor in these. that is heartening in a rant against the ignorant!!!!
I can only remember writing two poems with some sort of rail against another.... one was kind of generic, written in bitterness rant...but the other was written after 9/ll, I called it my Ode to Osama, and it was pretty vicious. It sort of bothers me I ever wrote it, because he probably would have gotten much pleasure out of watching me freak and hate as much as he..... I am still embarassed by that poem today. | |
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Posted: 7/18/2007 5:29:57 PM | Erik, gawd........good thing there was nothing in my mouth.......I love it !
princess, I suppose I ought to be embarrassed, but I'm not.......I have a really sarcastic side, and while I have a long fuse, when it gets lit the outcome isn't very pretty......rudeness, bullies etc.....really get me pissed.....boring has beens, well, like everyone else I listen with glazed eyes and look for even the slightest pause to make a hasty exit.........
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independence day
at the end of
most relationships
I feel a burden
has been lifted
the foundation block
is off my chest
and I can breathe
and be myself
fully
again
and the immoveable boulder
forcing me to plan
an alternate route
is out of my daily path
the unions I've mourned
are few
and far between
but the missing
was bone deep
I didn't go back
to my life.....
they were
my life
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Posted: 7/18/2007 8:56:52 PM | ouch........and guilty as charged.... we pour ourselves into someone and how odd they don't ever seem to get sated and satisified!!! all that energy........ went where?
all the cooking,
shopping,
cleaning,
three part time jobs,
lunches to make,
the homework and the cars
and the house and
the soccer league
cupcakes for the
4th grade
the ear infections
and costumes
for the second grade
and the constant catering
"you want what for dinner?"
"no, you rest, I'll do the
dishes...."
did I somehow imply "forever" ?
and of course, he was always
"too tired hon".......... and
he'd limp upstairs.
so there were those
magical sunsets, alone
at batting practice, and
the watching of falcons
over the I-84 over pass, alone
and the apple orchards
ablaze in bloom next to
the soccer fields, alone
and it was somehow
enough....
and the weary world
and my husband limp on. | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 10:09:37 AM | ^^^^^^^^^^^
All that energy went to being taken for granted.....my ex was so egotistical he thought the family revolved around him like the earth around the sun....I just couldn't take being a sattelite anymore..... I was so sure there was more to life than that, and I did find it, a few times.....unfortunately, the relationships weren't lifelong.
But just knowing those kind of men were out there, more partners and friends than another child demanding attention, was heartening.....that's what you get when you marry at seventeen and aren't mature enough to choose what suits you in a long term partner......
here's to those teenage dreams.....
the house at the end of the cul de sac
the house at the end of the cul de sac
I've dreamed of the white picket fences
and orchard perfection
grapes on the arbor
and story book garden
bays and window seats
full of plants and reading girls
I live there with my perfect husband
forever thirty,
daughters frozen in time
my son a bun in the oven
as I tend
my prize tomatoes
contemplating the plot
of my next
bestseller.......
LS 6/19/07
Daily Poet, Age of Innocence | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 10:20:40 AM | | Brizo...that daily poet, age of innocence reference..... are you published? got a copy you can send me if I send you a check????? | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 12:49:53 PM | those are the threads in which I've already posted the poem....
err, no, not published.....to be honest, I haven't even tried. I had a poem stolen when I was about 19 or 20.....opened a teen magazine and there it was! You can't imagine the shock, word for word, didn't even change a thing! Then the deep seething outrage.....the only thing I could figure out is I did enter that poem into a booklet my high school put out, called Pale Noon.....the name it was credited to I had never met....
That really soured me about entering contests etc......but recently, I had the epiphany, there's more where that came from. They can't take your mind or creativity away, and it's ridiculous to hide from the world. I have tremendous sympathy for people like John Fogerty, tied up in legalities over his own songwriting and recordings........
I would be astonished if anyone published anything of mine......not to be falsely modest but there are many writers just on this site who have far more talent than I do......but thanks for the fabulous compliment! 
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unfathomable god
I look to the crisp, cold
vastness of the sky
enigma greets me
did that star wink?
the sheer magnitude
of the universe
gleefully mocking
human inventory
I feel your love
is shown in sweeps
of stars
vivid flowers
verdant mountain forests
the sweetness of sex
and the young that follow
LS 6/06/07
REM's, Rory's | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 6:18:04 PM | "I feel your love
is shown in sweeps
of stars"
Just lovely, Brizo. What a great poem! | |
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Posted: 7/19/2007 6:36:04 PM | Brolga , thanks.....whoever made this world loves us, and I love "him" back......
heal
forgive, forgive
some hearts have
never
flown so high
pierced the clouds
felt the sun's
bedazzle
your pain
intense as
your love
save it, if
you can
wounded as
I was
could I have
my love
return
even a tattered
remnant
I would clutch it
reverently
as a gift
and rejoice
in my good
fortune
LS 7/19/07 | |
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Posted: 7/20/2007 7:04:44 PM | the fire
burn to warm you again . .
memory fed fire
raging on within
restless roll and tumble
stalk for sin
to fill the emptiness
left by your spin
third decade ill spent
alone
your love imprinted
on my skin
**stard lover
you knew it then.....
LS 6/24/07
posted in first, last, Blitz's and Black Mary's | |
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Posted: 7/21/2007 1:05:48 PM | lobsterman
then takes the boat back home at dawn
the lobsterman, and stores his pots
and wakes to eat his breakfast late
and check his lines for frays and knots
a simple life of work and sea
far away from suits and ties
time for spirituality
away from televisions lies
LS 6/15/07
first, last | |
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Posted: 7/21/2007 1:08:05 PM | unwanted fashion advice
No matter the angle it never looks right
a full length mirror is your friend
look before you go out for the night
but some on dim lighting depend
if it doesn't fit, it doesn't fit
unflattering to be stretching the seams
and some fashions don't the age befit
only wear them in your dreams....
LS 6/07/07
last line stanzas, and Erik's | |
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Posted: 7/21/2007 1:28:47 PM | from the Associated Press: "Bush reclaims powers after colonoscopy "
They must have found his head......... | |
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Posted: 7/21/2007 4:15:07 PM | Oh......Brizo............you make me laugh hysterically!  
Either that....or Osamas.....up in there!
collecting oil money..........
wow.....
what a scare!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now if we could just find Cheneys head?
Wonder where it be?
Under....Osamas bed?
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Posted: 7/21/2007 4:32:24 PM | I think Cheney's head is much lower
in Satans subterranean coals
leaving deficit as our dower
fulfilling contributors goals | |
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Posted: 7/21/2007 11:06:33 PM | "After The Goldrush" - Neil Young
Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
Thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie.
Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature's
Silver seed to a new home. | |
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Posted: 7/21/2007 11:15:26 PM | I just spent 2 weeks reconnecting with a beloved friend after 25 years. When we were young, we busked at Grand Central Station, for bus money to get back to Toronto. We sang that song you posted, and this one I'm posting below. After a quarter century, we both remembered all the words to both songs, and sang them again together. They feel just the same. So do we. It was a magical 2 weeks.
THRASHER by Neil Young
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They were hiding behind hay bales,
They were planting in the full moon
They had given all they had for something new
But the light of day was on them,
They could see the thrashers coming
And the water shone like diamonds in the dew.
And I was just getting up, hit the road before it's light
Trying to catch an hour on the sun
When I saw those thrashers rolling by,
Looking more than two lanes wide
I was feelin' like my day had just begun.
Where the eagle glides ascending
There's an ancient river bending
Down the timeless gorge of changes
Where sleeplessness awaits
I searched out my companions,
Who were lost in crystal canyons
When the aimless blade of science
Slashed the pearly gates.
It was then I knew I'd had enough,
Burned my credit card for fuel
Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand
With a one-way ticket to the land of truth
And my suitcase in my hand
How I lost my friends I still don't understand.
They had the best selection,
They were poisoned with protection
There was nothing that they needed,
Nothing left to find
They were lost in rock formations
Or became park bench mutations
On the sidewalks and in the stations
They were waiting, waiting.
So I got bored and left them there,
They were just deadweight to me
Better down the road without that load
Brings back the time when I was eight or nine
I was watchin' my mama's T.V.,
It was that great Grand Canyon rescue episode.
Where the vulture glides descending
On an asphalt highway bending
Thru libraries and museums, galaxies and stars
Down the windy halls of friendship
To the rose clipped by the bullwhip
The motel of lost companions
Waits with heated pool and bar.
But me I'm not stopping there,
Got my own row left to hoe
Just another line in the field of time
When the thrashers comes, I'll be stuck in the sun
Like the dinosaurs in shrines
But I'll know the time has come
To give what's mine. | |
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Posted: 7/22/2007 7:38:25 AM | love Neil Young, Bob Seger, John Denver, James Taylor .......awesome poets! They defined the seventies......and spoke for us all.......oops forgot Dolly and other awesome females......
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hallmark rhyme
Here’s to hoping
and healing
and heart
here's to forgiveness
and making fresh starts
here's to renewal
and heres to rebirth
and here's to us finding
a partner of worth
LS 5/28/07
Ravin's and first, last
looks like you may have a head start on me, girl! | |
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Posted: 7/22/2007 10:53:28 AM | Ah. . . Niel ~~
LONG MAY YOU RUN
We've been through some things together
With trunks of memories still to come
We found things to do in stormy weather
Long may you run.
Long may you run.
Long may you run.
Although these changes have come
With your chrome heart shining in the sun
Long may you run.
Well, it was back in Blind River in 1962
When I last saw you alive
But we missed that shift on the long decline
Long may you run.
Long may you run.
Long may you run.
Although these changes have come
With your chrome heart shining in the sun
Long may you run.
Maybe The Beach Boys have got you now
With those waves singing "Caroline No"
Rollin' down that empty ocean road
Gettin' to the surf on time.
Long may you run.
Long may you run.
Although these changes have come
With your chrome heart shining in the sun
Long may you run.
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That Chrome Heart shining is what I expect to be the last thing I see, here. Haunts me (in a good way, actually). | |
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