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Posted: 7/30/2007 8:08:51 PM | I have camping gear for my friends to borrow
All you got to do is get, figure it out tomorrow
I don't know how it will go I just want to have fun
with rhymes and prose where poetry flows and play with everyone.
Just let me know what you all will need, we have lots of tents to share
Figure out borders and money and cars, that's enough for you to prepare. | |
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Posted: 7/30/2007 8:56:41 PM | well, out of my hands, I cancelled my vacation....need all the $ I can get, since I can't make it up there, and save for a sidewalk and excavation work here.....fortunately, my best friend married a concrete guy......he did a beautiful job at his mother's and the new house they just built.....
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cattle call
It was 1985
Texas stockyards
thousands
of cattle
gathered to die
little runs and fences
to herd them
when they caught on
I realized
the degree
we are
monsters
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Posted: 7/31/2007 7:26:05 AM | - SERPENT BROTHERS-
The serpent calls me but unlike the others
I have no fear of him for we are brothers
Minds well alike and parallels too
I know the serpent as so few men do
Wild and domestic it all matters not
Whether colubrid, constrictor, or hot
We are of one blood my brothers and I
Silent and steadfast without tears to cry
Reborn and anew as we slough off the past
We move with slow purpose but strike blinding fast
The magic of serpents it rests deep inside
My brothers and spirits of wisdom and pride
- Erik - <0> | |
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Posted: 7/31/2007 8:07:10 AM | powerful words erik
hey bri - i just re-read the last few pages. post 764 'true moment' & 'desert tears '
- both move my heart.... | |
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Posted: 7/31/2007 12:58:59 PM | | Cattle Call-very powerful Brizo. | |
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Posted: 7/31/2007 4:13:55 PM | Thanks Eric, I like snakes......the poisonous ones are a little scary with those elliptical eyes....
thank you green! I was happy with the way those turned out.....
blackie, it sure is nice to see you again! Thanks.....um, not to nag, but what is to become of the boy obsessed with his mother? He had delicious Koontz like potential....you'll have to forgive me, I just read Dragon Tears....
Brolga, if you're reading this, you left me hanging with Milton, too.....
can youguys tell I like series?
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I would like to
begin renovations
reprogram brain cells
for self esteem
dendrites giving
high fives
and way-ta-goes
my slacker tits
would perk up
and stand at attention
lazy buns
flexed into shape
my DNA
spirochetting
in
rearrangement
LS 7/14/07 | |
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Posted: 8/1/2007 6:12:02 PM | It's been so quiet at work
even the church mice have gone
left me alone to wander
aimlessly through empty halls
the phone barely rings
no children bouncing overhead
and I feel strange being paid
to guard the pearly gates
but one more day
and finally I get to vacate my quiet office
and I'm finally free
holiday
what a lovely word
and next week I put the twins on a plane
send them to the same sister in New York
who once boxed them up
and tried to send them to China
now she is craving family
and I am happy they are off on an adventure
even more happy to be totally free
sigh. | |
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Posted: 8/1/2007 8:10:13 PM | Hi Autumn.....I take it you work in a church? Mom said I aked if we could throw my little sister away with the next weeks trash.....how long will the twins be visiting?
Just got done painting Bellas nails deep blue violet.....I have it on my toenails and she liked it......I wanted to stay up and watch a movie, but I'm not sure if I'll make it.....
Mel wants to rollerblade tomorrow, and I've been itching to rollerblade all year, I did go once this spring with Mel, and once on a date.....
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fairy godmother
ready to answer when destiny calls
waits my fairy godmother with magic wand
I think she's sleeping somewhere in the halls
she's certainly not going above and beyond
she has to be roused with a bell
she's getting so old it's alarming
I doubt she can see very well
because she brought me prince harming
LS 7/21/07 | |
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Posted: 8/1/2007 8:42:03 PM | 'prince harming'
wee haw - slappin' my knee - so funny | |
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Posted: 8/2/2007 6:05:58 PM | I think she failed the eye chart.....greengrassofhome.......
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~ opened eyes ~
soul surfaces
through the eyes
don't ask for
my gaze
having sex
unless you
plan
to love me
because
there is no
going back
LS 
previously posted in Wooby's
ha, it worked! youguys are in for it now! | |
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Posted: 8/2/2007 6:56:55 PM | came to cry at Brizo's place
turn my tears into blue and gold lace
but Brizo was out, picking up wild mace
or maybe
she is at the blue river doing her moon dance
sweet Brizo
with patent sweetness and words so ace
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Posted: 8/2/2007 8:24:03 PM | err....actually I was checking out youtube....
for goddess of dreams
dry your eyes
my sultry friend
all broken hearts
eventually mend
and it won't hurt
to think of him
I was feeling blue
you'll someday say
then there was you
and a whole new day
and then you'll smile
at your newfound guy
and the past will feel
like a giant lie
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Posted: 8/2/2007 8:42:36 PM | I surely have not missed the weaving of kind thoughts
and tiny nudges
we gobble up each word as it flows
through the door of our experiences
I can only speak with the voice of a woman
I adore seeing the fire and determination
of thought
in every woman's eyes
intelligent, feeling sisters
who have tried to find their way
out of darkness and unfathomable des
we each carry our spirit in different channels
unique shapes of moving form
its not the body of which I speak
its the mind
the kinship
the insight
which is fine tuned
etched deeply into the soul
at one time or other
in our lives
we have shared our thoughts, our dreams, our tears. | |
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Posted: 8/3/2007 10:00:27 AM | Correction - I haven't got a clue what this word was going to be *grin* It was late so I guess it is open for you to put in whatever word that fits
"out of darkness and unfathomable des?" desperation? | |
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Posted: 8/3/2007 2:30:00 PM | hey, AF, I like that poem, what a nice tender movement..well, for me, anyways...
destortion, perhaps? | |
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Posted: 8/3/2007 10:01:30 PM | hello, you two.....my vote is for desolation......such a lonely, mourning, barren word.......
I'd leave a poem, but I'm on my daughters computer, and don't have my files....babysitting....I just got the computer from the grandkids, they were emailing Zack and Cody on the disney channel's site...... | |
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Posted: 8/4/2007 12:09:30 AM | Great writing the lot of you...thank you Brizo for stopping by.
S.C. | |
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Posted: 8/4/2007 12:45:31 AM | thanks anonymous......if you like prose more than rhyming, try a few pages back.....I straddle both styles......straddle, what a word......
I think I need to find a pillow buddy, and soon...... | |
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Posted: 8/4/2007 6:46:44 AM | ...read some more, I'll get to that prose...letting things soak in, slow rain, don't want my gullies washed out. Behind my eyes things are so much... less organized...Brizo, your thoughts are clear and beautiful as well as the other ladies that have posted here.
S.C.
PS. their are far too few women that wear wonderful hats these days...tipping mine to you ms wooby. | |
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Posted: 8/4/2007 7:53:47 AM | Breakfast with a butterfly
After breakfast, sitting on the grass,
A butterfly appeared , and fluttered slowly 'round me.
I could not help but think of you, looking at it's fragile beauty.
As the sun set it's orange wings on fire with it's morning light,
Like some God sent angel with a message for my soul.
As I watched it go from blossom to blossom,
It reminded me of you. | |
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Posted: 8/4/2007 10:31:36 AM |
Thank you MG for the gift, you have always had the soul of a writer.......I loved your short stories.....
we have black and blue butterflies right now, just beautiful! And a very large moth spent it's last evening on my screen, possibly thinking my security light was the moon....just like our earth is a tiny part of a huge universe......all in the perception.....
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southern comfort
the lowcountry
of timeless swamp
liveoaks wear
their mossy shawls
the moon hangs low
in a southern sky
so long ago
I danced in your light
star dazzled eyes
on a magical night
buoyant warm water
bare skin
clothing flung
on the southern cross
but I was twenty something
then
bewitched
by seduction's hunt
and swooning
in your humid
hands
LS 7/12/07
Fingerpainting, Daily Poet, Shelter me Home | |
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Posted: 8/4/2007 12:33:39 PM | oh, lovely image, "swooning in your humid hands" Brizo, you are the master of the image captured, the senses reeling.
I've had the hots for a southern poet for the past four years, to get my fix, I listen to his tapes, his southern drawl so sensuous, so mesmerizing....when I last saw him, I actually had the nerve to approach him and say, "Since your last reading, I've been drowning in the ocean of your voice whenever I listen to your tapes..."....
he seemed quite alarmed!!!!!!!! But we went for a drink after the reading............... ahhhhhhhh, there is nothing quite like southern hospitality!!!!!!! | |
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Posted: 8/4/2007 12:50:11 PM | And if I can put a bug in everyone's ear????? We all are either celebrating or mourning the fact that we are or aren't going to be with Ravincause up in Ontario.... for me, it wasn't possible on such short notice, my life tends to now need time to shuffle out the nonsense in order to make room for the essential.....
every two years, there is a luminous gathering of poets here in New Jersey, in a sleepy little hamlet called Waterloo, an 18th century restored village where poets come from all over the world.... the next one will be in late September of 2008. I can't urge any of you enough to experience this miracle of the word, this exhultation of the voice..... Google Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival, bookmark it, they will post the exact date in February of 2008, and it is a mad headlong race to snatch up the not enough motel and hotel rooms in the area...if you are at all inclined to sit and talk with Nobel Prize winners, Poets Laureate and schmooze with poetry lovers from all over the world, some of us could meet there..... the poetry is incandescent, the music is enervating, the crowds are gentle and astute, the celebration is everything your soul ever wanted to sing - I can assure we get a block of rooms at a reasonable rate at a nearby Days Inn... or if you are so inclined and want the luxury suites at the nearby Marriott, we can do that too... you can go for all four days or just the weekend, whatever...what a perfect spot to meet some of the souls we have come to love and respect here. Brizo..... YOU I have to meet in this lifetime!!!!!!!!!! (don't want to wait until the next lifetime, with my luck I'll be reincarnated as the lookout in an Albanian mountain feud) | |
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Posted: 8/4/2007 1:44:18 PM | thank you princess!  If only local men felt the same..... Why, I would have all the invitations to nascar and tractor pulls I could stand.....eh, scratch that......
The festival sounds fascinating.....I've been wondering where some of you find these marvelous poems......just bumping up against such talent has to raise the bar personally....
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Poetic Princess
the autumn of life
sweetest grapes
distilled
in sunset light
butters, and pumpkins
and cranberries
cognac words
of concentrated richness
and mellow taste
belie the tear
that falls
in place
too beautiful
for "nothing gold
can stay"
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