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Posted: 8/4/2007 3:39:34 PM | | oh my gosh..... you take my breath away..... Your window on the world a joy to sit by, leaves me humbled, leaves me...inspired | |
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Posted: 8/5/2007 3:01:16 PM | Indeed, I agree, totally, with aoibheann. Brizo, your poems wrap up images and feelings in exquisite packages. Small gifts are always the best, don't you think?
Night crossing,
I paddle my boat, with no wake. Silently
crossing the strait into coral sunset.
Just motion on ocean, the dark azure sea.
Like blood of Medusa, on lapis lazuli.
Behind in the east, full moon rises, unfurls
and propels me westward, tender, with love.
Quicksilver shimmers on the surface like pearls
in the current, swirling pathways of light.
The push pull of my paddle, goes on and on
in rhythm, time passes, my joy sublime
I sing to myself, an old Voyageur song
‘Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time’
A night bird, blue heron, wings beat overhead
through total silence, a peace seldom known
She flies to the tall trees, seeking her bed
No tempest this night so freely I’ve roamed
I savour all and hope I remember
once the good sprite Ariel draws me back
home.
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Posted: 8/5/2007 5:47:28 PM | Thanks youguys for the extravagant compliments! My kids won't even look at my writing.....the oldest says it makes her cry (?) and the youngest is too busy wrapping men around her little finger....wish I had some of their man mojo, both girls are dude magnets lately.....
Don't be leaving us now, either one of you. I've gotten attached to you....
the hand that rocks the cradle
I loved you
from the cradle
oh yeah,
I was ambitious
on your behalf
my hyperactive mind
grandly spinning
your astonishing future
without, of course
consulting you
the blank canvas
of your ideal life
ambrosia
for an armchair
plotter
baby, please
forgive me
my parental hubris
LS 8/02/07
Daily Poet | |
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Posted: 8/5/2007 10:56:39 PM | Okay,... the Great Gods of Romance have shaken me from my lustful spot where I was watching a naked,.... well,... nevermind what I was watching! Anyway,.... you needed some nice testosterone attractant juicing up your thread,..... but unfortunately this is not quite it. What is is instead is a pseudo swooning so that you will have a little od your daughters apparent Mojo ( see my Mojo history poems for further details ) but remember that women have a different sexual muse and her name is Nojo,.... ( also explained on my thread. ) So without any further delay here's some testosterone charged pseudo-wooing.
- DATING THE GIRLS TO STUDY MOM! -
Brizo my dear you've got those fine daughters
But dont let that fool you 'cause mom's even hotter
I'm betting their friends all find you quite foxy
The MILF that their thoughts stick to like strong epoxy
Of course you dont know it since they are so young
They'll never share with you lust on their tongue
But now that you know it, those boys that they date
Have lot's of lust for you and they think you rate!
- Erik -    | |
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Posted: 8/7/2007 9:29:44 PM | exorcism
disappear, yet last
live under my skin
nest in
my heart
and take up all
the room
a ghost
from the past
outclassing
all contenders
I look forward
to giving you
your eviction
notice
Ls 8/01/07
first, last | |
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Posted: 8/7/2007 9:31:38 PM | Awwwwwww welkome dear! Now on with the show!
- Erik -  | |
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Posted: 8/9/2007 3:31:06 PM | improbable ghosts
of bitter regret
will easily dissipate
under your
pure texture
your white fire | |
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Posted: 8/11/2007 10:57:40 AM | The festival of friends
Went there so long ago
Younger me
Ah but this year
Don Mclean and the Animals
I’m not sure if that is like Erik and American Pie
Or Truth’s house of the rising sun
Or the wind down of summer
On the crest of a twinless eve
I think it will be fun to see
The old hippies and groupies
Frolicking in the park
Discovering their rebirth
In the pot smoked winds of yesteryear
I don’t have a curfew
The cat is glad we are getting out
and just warns to be home before breakfast.
Gee Brizo you are hard to find these days - I posted this in Age of Innocence but thought I would leave it in here with you. Erik thinks we should all dress up like hippies. | |
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Posted: 8/11/2007 8:43:33 PM | Many pardons, friends....I got a second job and have been working it since Thursday....I've been pretty whipped when I get home and have to drop right into bed. Tomorrow is a day off YAY!! Hopefully this all pays off and I can save up to get a new sidewalk poured and those three hideous piles of dirt spread around....my yard will look so different then...
Erik, I'd hug you some more, but something's come up.....
aoibheann, very nice!
Autumn, wish I could be there, but dressing like a hippy is rather easy nowadays, it's still the in thing, though they're trying to revive the eighties with the blouson v-necks, leggings and skin tight acid washed jeans....
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seasoned
I don't want
anyone younger
the shadows
on your face
narrate stories
that didn't always
end happily
you acquired
dignity
from setback
gentleness
from your children
humility
after boasting
and making
emtpy promises
I love your wrinkles
that tell me here
is someone with grace
who might understand
who has lost things dear
and lived to tell
LS 8/05/07
Fine Lines, Late Starting Dawn | |
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Posted: 8/11/2007 10:12:59 PM | what i want
i no longer know
what i want
i thought i did
it continues to haunt
i've tried my own age
to little success
and those younger
hoping for the best
little results to show
for it at all
what more to do
for a simple call?
giving leeway
just in case
i'm not trying
to save face
just want to meet
a special guy
that's the truth
i tell no lie | |
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Posted: 8/11/2007 11:20:45 PM | Would you kindly stay
By the back door
I don’t want your boots
To muddy my floor
I’ve been working hard
To keep things clean
Then you show up
On that damned machine
You know I don’t want you
You know I don’t care
So what the hell
Are you doing here?
You make me crazy
You make me mean
Oh god, how I love you
And your damned machine | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 9:04:10 AM | It's been a while my friend, Brizo. But know that I love the atmosphere of warmth and poetical wits that dwell in this thread. You are assuredly a most fantastic poet.
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Ritual the cleave
In depth the exhausted Chi—
Night became the kismet of the arcane tarot—the
Esoteric Zohar took also womanly flesh and finally invested
Thought upon the day of Yom Kippur—but
Passionate tensions exploded in lust digging within
The six senses coalesced as One—we were godly
Submersed in the Sweat Lodge agog in spirit’s soul
Pure and uninfluenced by the cloudberries of mystery—
We couldn’t escape the forces of mysticism’s cleave—
She transcended into the womb of heaven—thus
The Lord became the phallic thrust of my throb—
We became One with the goddesses atop the gods—
Hallowed upon fire more the I Ching came to past. | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 9:34:58 AM | humor, I tried younger, I was 39 and he was 22......and his idealism almost blinded me, it was so bright.....but I learned how it feels to be whispered about, thought ill of for your lifestyle, and I learned I'm a conformer, not able to withstand other's dislike.
Besides, we didn't get along......at all......when my next relationship began with someone my own age, it was a relief that someone "got me"....understanding is underrated, when you are trying to convey things to a mind too young to understand......for you, I have my fingers crossed. There has to be someone cool, with a wicked sense of humor, blond hair and tall.....
ggoh, ride on......
Don Quixote, you are indeed a phoenix......I agree with you, sex is a part of religion, desire......the worship of the opposite sex, creation.....so many try to separate the two, thinking sex is impure......like religion, sex can be a reflection of what is lowest, most craven in humanity......or the shining star of what is good and right.......it only depends upon who is holding the mirror.....I've already posted this here, but I wouldn't make you look back through the thread.....
different vision
the flesh of a fruit
is truly a womb
amazing how
they sanitized
god
they read a book
but I look
and see
nothing but
green stemmed
netherparts
fluttering at me
and insects with
well hung
proboscis
spring is dizzy
with fornication
but we prefer
purification
and ignore the obvious
before our eyes
when loving
the flesh
sanctifies
©LS 4/10/07
Rory's | |
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Posted: 8/12/2007 10:17:35 AM | | Very beautiful...It really is! | |
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Posted: 8/14/2007 4:42:34 PM | sun set
I do not want to die
inside a room
let my love affair
with nature
end
some golden afternoon
with sun lit trees
singing birds
and insects humming
when the
setting sun
bids the world
goodnight
let that be
my goodbye
and goodnight
LS 7/03/07
Unfinished Business and Wooby's greasy spoon | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 5:29:54 AM | I may not be around as much. I have taken on another job and haven't as much free time.....much of it is spent trying to keep a lid on the housework and yard.....
Have fun at the poetry fest folks, I have fallen in love with your minds.......one day, we'll meet....
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spotless heart
Which can endure any wrong
the spotless heart
wears injury as art
croons guiltless song
rarely alone
to avoid contemplation
dart past mirror's reflection
revels in dejection
LS 7/27/07 | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 9:09:38 AM | sunset, different vision, spotless heart, I/we love the way your mind works, brizo!
A shame you can't make it to the fest, but it's clear your heart is with us.
Good luck with the new gig, eh!
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It's poetry night
at the local cafe
this world, so large a scape
we know the sound
of your warmth
how lucky we are
to sip
your words
anytime
of night | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 3:29:04 PM | good luck with the second job, brizo. don't burn yourself out.
for you, I have my fingers crossed. There has to be someone cool, with a wicked sense of humor, blond hair and tall.....
oh, i wish!! really, i do!! where's the one that'll make me  ?
oh, i wish you were a psychic and could see
the location of the guy that’s right for me
you know i like them tall, blond, and lean
take it from me, they’re few and far between
add that they have to be extremely intelligent
of an age where they won’t get rapidly spent
with a sense of humor to match mine
a dose of coolness would be just fine
and they can’t be married, must be free
that’s a tall order, i’m sure you’ll agree
keep your fingers crossed, maybe it’ll work
if it does, well, i will surely go berserk
i will dance and prance madly with glee
enthralled to have found the one for me
nope...that's not TOO tall an order.  | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 8:28:37 PM | humor, when you find him, make sure he brings his friend, the nonsmoking marlboro man... I loves manly men.....
omyou have no idea how much I regret not being able to meet you......you're an intriguing man.....
I'm siiiiiick...... it started Tuesday and I went to bed early. I started lifting weights Monday and thought I just had muscle soreness, but after a few nights of shivering and muscle aches realized I had the flu ( I know, I'm dense)....my boss just called with much needed overtime and I had to turn it down......
The kids aren't paying attention to my sniveling and whining either......ingrates! All the chicken soups and dayquil and nyquil runs I've made....
On the bright side, I am now intimately familiar again with every muscle in my gluteus maximus, which will soon be a minimus.....if I can ever work out again......
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Ohio
driving
country roads
I draw hope
from changes
of folks never met
I love this land
with deepness
my roots
the soil
beneath my feet
faith in my neighbors
a flag
unfurled by hope
love
boundless as the sky
©LS 7/27/07 | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 9:13:21 PM | | Brizo, if it comes down to a duel between dust motes and your poetry, let me come and slay the dragons of mess, clutter and crumbs so that you might find an extra minute to sit here with us and share contentment.....afterall, I am half Polish (and I rarely admit to it)..... we clean like Ghengis Khan attacking the Tatars and take no prisoners and the last time I saw Ohio, I could walk on the pollution of Lake Erie.... hopefully it is cleaner now...if not, I can clean that up too!!!!! | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 9:41:13 PM | hell, I can use a roomate, no joke.......I'm thinking about putting a notice up at the college....
the lake is cleaner now, you can even eat fish out of it again, one of the greatest rescues in modern history, actually.... | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 10:21:51 PM | Last night I crossed the border between our two countries
there wasn't a line drawn in the dust of history
and the water flowed down from the falls
with every colour light you could imagine
two sides of the river merging
the drive seemed long
but only because I missed my kids
they flew in from New York
to Buffalo full of stories and laughter
I wonder what it will be like
without them under foot
am I ready for the sounds of silence?
I hope you are feeling better soon Brizo and I will be happy to pick up the nyquil. | |
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Posted: 8/16/2007 11:57:56 PM | You know Autumn, I wish I'd seen the falls from the Canadian side, I hear your view is much nicer....
I won't snow you, you're never really ready for the silence, but you do get used to it after awhile.....still, sometimes I love to fall asleep listening to the kids and grandkids when I can, it brings back the good old days....
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caveman
in the greedy moments
before we fall back
in bliss
we are startled
by the hunger
and the primitive
within us
©LS 8/12/07
Om's palms | |
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Posted: 8/17/2007 10:00:33 AM | | Just checking here, I'm not able to bring up first, last without timing out.......I'm wondering if it's just me or are others having trouble? | |
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