| Brizo's poems
Posted: 8/17/2007 10:39:50 AM | | Nope. Not just you: I'm getting timed out, too. | |
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Posted: 8/17/2007 1:21:31 PM | | and my posts did a wierd one and kept posting! Anyway, Tickettoride is looking into it. | |
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Posted: 8/17/2007 8:33:02 PM | | well, fyi, no problems this end........ | |
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Posted: 8/22/2007 7:43:28 PM | I wonder if that's the longest POF thread? 300 pages, and on it's second incarnation....WOOHOO!
Folks, the well has run dry....I'm sure it won't be too long before things start flowing again......but I'm still sick, and feeling crappy.....might have bronchitis.....
progeny
You’re a gift....wrapped in grace
radiance shines
from your beautiful face
sturdy body, perfect and strong
millenium consciousness
may you live long
new generation
our hope lies in you
with love from our hearts
create something new
Ls 7/28/07
Age of Innocence, Patchworking for the Mother | |
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Posted: 8/23/2007 3:36:35 AM | | Brizo, rest and restore your soul..... many blessings for renewed flowing.... the communion you inspire | |
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Posted: 8/23/2007 8:31:11 AM | well, fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on whether you're a fan...) the archive isn't emptied yet....but I feel like I'm scraping the sides with stuff that's not as good......
I do have some I wrote for others that are okay......those will probably be next
just lucky, I guess
why you chose to fall at all
and gift my undeserving heart
you found a door inside the wall
guiltless in your lovers art
why you took the time with me
there were so many pretty girls
what potential did you see
in this sows ear among the pearls
first,last, AUTUMNS | |
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Posted: 8/23/2007 8:53:12 AM | oh I just read that and my response is
Thanks sister dear I digress
Am getting over winter here
But ya know those darn
Seasons come and go
I need more snow
They can't bury me yet | |
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Posted: 8/23/2007 10:16:04 AM | It's so cool, that even cyber world transmits love.
The sparkle and shine of a well tumbled soul makes its way through the ethers,
emerging as full force Brizo on our waiting screens. And next year we'll get the body with it, 'cause we have a whole year to wish for it. And I believe in fairies. | |
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Posted: 8/23/2007 12:42:56 PM | Awakening, thanks for stopping by.....soon it will be fall and winter here.....summer just seems to have whooshed by this year. I didn't even go camping, I usually make it at least once a year....or the zoo, or Cedar Point.....
Ravin, I plan on being there next year....with bells on....
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humormonger
ms. S, you make me laugh a lot
with songs that play inside your head
I imagine you dressed in a suit
while going mad from "Mr. Ed"
I'm glad I wandered to your thread
and I enjoy our conversations
I began to post to yours instead
when my former muse had complications
and now I like to post in both
procrastinating twice as much
tackling lists of chores I loathe
much rather post my poems and such | |
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Posted: 8/24/2007 7:51:47 PM | Polly Pisces
Polly Pisces pretty fish
men would like you on a dish
but I like you for your mind
the rhythms your words tightly bind
and make me read a time or two
wishing I was bright as you
I'm your friend, though often late
and like the Guinness, which you hate
though I'll admit it's sipping stuff
not like that light beer fizzy fluff
so pat yourself upon the back
for cleverness that some folks lack
(and Erik can't get spanked enough
I hope Cyn's arms are really buff....)
previously posted in Polly Pisces Poetic Perspective.....(say that three times real fast) | |
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Posted: 8/25/2007 10:16:24 AM | Autumn Fantasy
Happy Birthday
daughter of the moon
sensitive and creative
you live for family
holding the sacred past
in reverence
optimistically dreaming
a better future
for all children
you cherish
the moon propels you
to the water's edge
to dance your dream
to dance your dream
LS 6/28/07 | |
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Posted: 8/25/2007 10:49:43 PM | for you sugar
pink polka dot gum boots
slosh through the muck
she hums as she carries
mush to the ducks
tangerine jacket
patched with duct tape
keeps out the weather
better than fake
fur
...do be de do ba - feelin groovy | |
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Posted: 8/26/2007 8:29:44 AM | no duct tape yet....but I'm looking for the right hat to go with an orange coat and black and white polka dot boots....even if the dogs and cats are the only ones that see me.....I do have my rasta beanie cap but it doesn't keep my head warm enough......
PMD
but be careful, I'm tempted to bite off your head
'cause my moon is round and full
I'm a grouchy puffy michelin gal
with zero time for bull
I need chocolate and salty food
by god, I need it now
I could break the windows in my present mood
or have a holy cow
and all your habits drive me nuts
especially those I love you for
I'll flay you to pieces with a voice that cuts
if you don't escape out the door
later when the tension's gone
I'll weep with feminine remorse
and try to make it up to you
until the next monthly course
LS 5/19/07 | |
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Posted: 8/26/2007 9:26:12 AM | | ^^^^^*smiling with admiration, nice one, L | |
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Posted: 8/26/2007 11:10:20 AM | a burnt orange ski jacket hangs in my hall closet
and i know you'll appreciate
the rips patched with duct tape
if I lived closer, I’d lend you my red gortex hat
fleece lined with long ear flaps
highly recommended, but
like Red Rose Tea
only available in Canada
at
Mountain Equipment Co-op.
pity. | |
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Posted: 8/26/2007 5:47:29 PM | I'm looking for an orange fake fur trooper hat (with earflaps)....I need a pair of ski pants that's a little more hip than my brown quilted ones with the worn out elastic waist...the few times I forgot and wore that getup to town there were some hard stares....the Farm and Fleet is the only place I feel at home dressed like that.....townies anyway! Wait till they get the skin chapped off their butt running around outside with a pair of jeans on.....
corrections
though he had long lost
any sense of wrongdoing
the steel doors clanged shut
on the sentance accruing
and it was too late
to ask what he was doing
as the sellers for smokes
and goods began queuing
realization too late
lots of time for reviewing
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Posted: 8/30/2007 7:43:17 PM | Brizo come back
There's a hole in the thread
Where you wrote
And it's waiting for you. . .
(Me, too, and apologies to Roberta. . . .) | |
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Posted: 8/30/2007 7:58:15 PM | aww, Woobs...... I was just checking in....I'm leaving one in your thread and the same one in mine......my sis brought her cats over Sunday. Two are in the house, one is hanging on the steps, one is at the neighbors, and one is hiding in the soybean field across the road. One never made it here, and we have looked for him several times now. His name is Fulsom and he's whopper jawed and old and awesome.
feral
where do you disappear
when mankind fails you
despising change
do you seek
oblivion
over compromise
offering your glowing eyes
claws, fangs and bristling spine
to the death coyote
the slinking fox
or fickle
do you rub against ankles
for the finest offering
curled in a circle of contentment
purring too loudly
to remember your name
LS 8/30/07 | |
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Posted: 8/30/2007 8:21:00 PM | I got a boy who leaves home whenever there is a stranger here
Oh where do you run to
where do you roam
if I give you cream
will you come along home?
We call and we call in the dark of the moon
little black cat, come home real soon
We hear you mewing, we hear your meow
but can't seem to tempt you no matter how.
If we leave the doors open you may come on your own
but so may a skunk, we don't want that in our home! | |
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Posted: 8/31/2007 9:14:35 PM | PRAISE HADES AND PASS THE TORCH
If I knew it was going to be this hot down here
I would have sold my winter clothes for a song
And begun an outbound barbeque operation to no specific address
Though the house on the hill was vulnerable to my incendiary desires.
A dream? Or foreshadowing of eternity, this giddy clambake
On training wheels where revolving church minions
Frisk each other for loose change and a sadly needed good hymn.
I abstain from voting myself off Fire Island, though my thighs
Are twitching with sizzling bubbles and turning crimson.
A holodeck of mirrors affronts me on the voyage of descent,
The tap-tap-tapping of purgatorial adversaries brimming
With malicious finality appear and disappear, then appear again
Before the inverted oven-cone of white heat singes
My eyes so that the last thing I see is a thin man in black garb
Wailing like a spent bellowspiece with emphysema. | |
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Posted: 8/31/2007 9:35:00 PM | A Boarding House of Lost Cats
I wonder what it would be like to fill the house up with cats
But I do love my queen who has never chased rats
The kids are begging me to take on their Dad’s
Two feline abandoned waifs
Who live in his unfinished basement
Without love in disgrace
They were banished below
When the dogs came on board
No longer important with the canine hoard
I would love to save them from the perils of despair
I do feel their predicament and I really do care
But with a house full of daughters and one pampered cat
I fear for my sanity and the pitter pat
Of tiny paws and hungry mouths to feed | |
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Posted: 9/1/2007 10:14:40 PM | Ravin, even in a two bedroom trailer, they manage to hide sometimes......I finally brought my cat back in, and tonight she is looking in the cupboards for the other cats.....the first sign of pee scenting and they're all going outside till they see the error of their ways.....
I like that one, Rory, excellent (as always).......I think I may have met The Beast in a dream once, he scared the sh!t out of me......he was handsome, and thin and dressed in black with a very white complexion, like someone dead......he made my stomach hurt.....
autumn, it would be kind of you.......at first they won't all be friends, and some cats never do warm up to each other......
thanks, Om......we know sometimes we're unreasonable......
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loss
when all I have
are memories
behind my closed eyes
let my heart fly
to your side
spilling
my love
telling
my tale
of you
©LS 8/12/07
also posted in Late Starting Dawn | |
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Posted: 9/2/2007 12:02:25 AM | | hey you! on my way home from work tonite, i passed a yard sale, they were closing up, hauling everything back into the garage...and there was a red/yellow plaid fake furred hunting cap with the ear flaps and even a loopy loop on the top!!!! i thought of you immediately!!! i would have automatically bought it if it was orange, but let me know if you would like the red plaid version, i can always go back and get it tomorrow!!!!! (i doubt there will be hordes fighting for possession of it - it was $5, betcha i can get them down to $3!) | |
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Posted: 9/2/2007 10:22:58 AM | Thanks for the thought, but I'm trying to get my color coordination down.....before it was a yellow, red, green and blue felt coat, a leopard hat, and brown pants...sometimes a blue vest if it was really cold. I might be a dork, (well, I AM a dork), but I'd like to get down to a couple colors.....like black, white and orange....
But I appreciate that you thought of me....that's pretty cool all in itself....
the next poems are pet poems from Erik's challenge.....
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Polly
I have a cat
her name is Polly
and she can be
a b!tch, by golly
she bonks the others
on the head
then sweetly sleeps
upon my bed | |
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Posted: 9/2/2007 10:44:47 AM | by Owen
As you oil your soft skin, plump your pillow
then dream. I toss and turn, wide awake it seems
Come morning, I’ll tell how I suffer so
But for now, I let you sleep, bathed by moonbeams
I’ll count sheep backwards from one hundred, so slow
and wait 'till you wake in dawn’s golden gleam
When you flutter your lashes, I’ll screech meow
Remind you it’s time for the feeding regime
from first line last line
Owen is a male Manx cross. I am his slave | |
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