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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 10/2/2007 11:02:41 PM | Briefs by day, relief at night,
seems to give me the most delight.
[But I use EXtra Large - allows air to pass more freely (both ways) - gives the same effect as boxers without that excessive clothesy feeling.] | |
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Posted: 10/3/2007 12:28:38 AM | Down under? Gagballs? Panties? Sense of Wonder? Butt floss?
You started the party without me? Shame on you Brizo!
- DOWN UNDER FUN -
G'day me young Shiela yer lookin' so fine
Have some nice toast, the vegemite's sublime
Flashing your panties, girl Bonza they are!
Would rope and a gag ball be pushin' too far?
- Erik - Hahahahaha,....    | |
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| ZIGGYS POEM
Posted: 10/3/2007 8:22:04 AM | ROSES ARE RED VIOLETS ARE BLUE
IAM DISLESSIC
SHOOMY NOOOOMY NOOOOOOOOOOOO
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| ZIGGYS POEM
Posted: 10/3/2007 3:57:58 PM | Beneath The Surface
Beneath the surface lies the truth
Of who we seem to be.
So deep within and hidden well
The one from which we flee.
And though we chatter endlessly
Of all we are and do,
We scarce can know what lies beyond
The image that we view.
Now in our search to find the one
We hope that we now see,
Will time reveal an inner self,
That love at last will free?
Or will we be content to play
This game of me and you,
Until the ride has ended and
The whispered night is through?
Mary | |
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| ZIGGYS POEM
Posted: 10/3/2007 4:24:11 PM | Been awhile friend....just dropping in to say hello and hope all is well.
Changing
Forever changing
every day
taking on that stance of
come what may
fueling a fire
that was buried deep
out into this world
I'm going to climb mountains steep
a female warrior
I will become
heading out with my armour
into a blazing sun. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2007 6:50:24 PM | Autumn, in Washington State I had neighbors who had seven females with seven litters....(I know, it sounds like a fable) Anyhoo, one fine spring day I hung out my sheets and blankets to air dry, in complete ignorance of the sevens.....and their fleas.
Within three weeks I had a problem nothing could touch, until in desperation I purchased some kennel spray and a sprayer. Within two applications, problem solved. As a post script to the seven story, the neighbors had the health department come in and remove the cats, and evict (not my doings)....
Joshua, you're the gift......
Solo, you would know how to ruin a romantic vision with flatulence........
Sorry Erik, me and the dwarves had to start without you.....
Ziggy, sorry about your dislexia, but don't change my topic, eh?
Whistful, welcome back, thanks for the poem!
Wabbit, good to see you.....would you like to borrow my six shooter?
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freudian flummox
the me in the light and the me that is you...
need to shake hands and say how do you do
this body's too small for the id and the ego
lightbulbs and watches break wherever we go
so let us befriend the many residing
the ones who are "out" and the ones who are hiding
let all we's unite and give a loud cheer
we'll go to the pub and buy us a beer
LS 9/20/07
viking's | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 10/3/2007 6:59:25 PM | lightly lightly these lines
so lithesome
but deliberate with truth
the melding of us
with the dream
and the reality
and the heaven
that is found from hell | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 10/3/2007 8:14:34 PM | And now you know . . . the Rest Of The Story.
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 10/4/2007 9:16:12 PM | I think you might need my magic cork, Solo....it's saved my butt a time or two.....
aoibheann, for awhile I was afraid I had someone else in here with me, after reading "When Rabbit Howls" and realizing my lightbulbs were always popping and watches eventually lose time on my wrist....but now I just think I'm anti-magnetic...
I've become bitten by the reading bug, and have been devouring Dean Koontz, fortunately he's prolific, so if I don't come on often, there's nothing wrong, just reading......
first, last
just laughs...the end.
not so my friend
just apply imagination
a little verbal transportation
to spin the wheels upon your noun
and turn your adverb upside down
this thread has never stopped before
but stalled a couple days or more
someone will polish up their mind
to pen the poem that breaks the bind
because this is a campfire thread
for all to stop and break their bread
and dip their cup for inspiration
to leave us with the transformation
LS 9/04/07
first, last , Ravin's and Great Virtue | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 10/5/2007 8:12:09 PM | Brizo I so love autumn and the smell - yes I can smell it now coming in my window.
Thanksgiving in Canada
A much loved weekend
The smell of turkey in the oven
Cornstalks on the doorsteps
And pumpkins
Big bright and cheery
Leaves everywhere
The eye can see
The crimson red of maple
The browns of oak
Yellow birches
Each member of the family
A different leaf
Gathered together
Harvesting our love. | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 10/6/2007 6:05:15 PM | Domestic Violence
violence is taught
through children's observation
for if it goes unfought
it forces subjugation
the family is subject
to dominance and rages
and tiptoes round a conflict
instead of making changes
there's only one agenda
that ever gets fulfilled
never force a drama
is carefully instilled
but even more insidious
the children learn to strike
and blame the social baseness
on people they don't like
because they see one person
who never says they're wrong
who always causes friction
who says it's being strong
they never learn of compromise
or family discussion
careful to temper their replies
placation their obsession
they do their time until they're grown
thank god at last they're free
unknowing of the psychic loan
from their impaired family
when living becomes difficult
some can't control their anger
there's no solutions to consult
and they become the blamer
they never learned of mercy
they never learned of patience
but they learned the biggest bully
almost always won his preference
some never stand up for themselves
they lost their voice in childhood
competition placed upon a shelf
certain they're not as good
break the link in your angry chain
you're no one's property
walk out the door and don't remain
a domestic casualty
if you show your kids your self respect
the lesson learned from action
will be the first one to correct
their life's dissatisfaction
LS 10/06/07 | |
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Posted: 10/6/2007 6:42:23 PM | Hi Brizo. Powerful! The message can't go out often enough. I've posted this song before but every now and then it seems to fit.
Warrior - by the Wyrd Sisters
I was a shy and lonely girl
with the heavens in my eyes
and as I walked along the lane
I heard the echoes of her cries
I cannot fight
I cannot a warrior be
it's not my nature nor my teaching
it is the womanhood in me
I was a lost and angry youth
there were no tears in my eyes
I saw no justice in my world
only the echoes of her cries
I cannot fight
I cannot a warrior be
it's not my nature nor my teaching
it is the womanhood in me
I am an older woman now
and I will heed my own cries
and I will a fierce warrior be
'til not another woman dies
I can and will fight
I can and will a warrior be
it is my nature and my duty
it is the womanhood in me
I can and will fight
I can and will a warrior be
it is my nature and my duty
it is the sisterhood in me | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 10/6/2007 7:01:57 PM |   Brizo....and L.....words of life so very real!
Thank ya my friends..... tears I cry....
The message is so very fragile...and so real!
Thanks to you both....
lovely souls!
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 10/6/2007 7:37:26 PM | Thanks ladies.....I wrote this for someone I admire, who seems to be in an abusive relationship......so often we don't see that we were groomed, so used to dysfunction we walk right into it, because it's what's "famil"iar.......
She's such a clever, pretty woman. I hope she gets the strength to leave and build her own life, her own peaceful home....
My husband wanted to kill me, he fantasized about it, planned it.....when I left I had to get permission to lock up all his firearms in the armory on base. I still have trouble wrapping my mind around the fact someone wanted to kill me......it boggles..... | |
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Posted: 10/6/2007 7:54:04 PM | brizo....I am so glad you had the strength to get out of that! You will never understand the why? Just understand the life...and live..my friend! damn..women live through the hardest most desperate things sometimes...I just sit and amaze in the audacity...of it all. You are a survivor...my friend! strong until the end! hugs my friend...you are quite awesome in my mind! huugs jules | |
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Posted: 10/6/2007 8:37:07 PM | Crackling, electrifying charge of energy
Coming in out of the west
The strange heat of October seems to be carrying
The fury of the wind our way tonight
I don’t remember Thanksgiving weekend ever being this warm
Not that I’m complaining
I enjoy a good storm to wash away the sins of the world
Wish it could happen that way
“Across the Universe” on the movie screen tonight
Nostalgia, powerfully filmed and wrapped
In strawberry fields
Taking me back to 13 again
The world was in turmoil
Free choice taken away from the people
Boys sent to fight
And when all was said and done
The audience clapped
That’s not the norm either
But it touched a chord in all of us who sat and watched
Our life fly by us
Time to go and watch the storm.
(Brizo I can't even fathom anyone wanting to kill you!) | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 10/7/2007 7:47:51 AM |
(Brizo I can't even fathom anyone wanting to kill you!)
It took me forever to accept it, his behavior got stranger until it finally dawned on me watching a family being wheeled out on gurneys in body bags.....that could be me and my girls.....
even later I denied it to myself, until my counselor made me face it. The urge for immortality is strong... I don't talk about it very often because it seems overstated, or hysterical.....something you read about happening to someone else......
But if I can change one person's fate by speaking up, then I will. Most people are murdered not by strangers, but by the persons closest to them. There is a thread in the poetry section called "Poems from tha Shelter" started by Lady Di and added to by others here who have been abused. It's wrenching reading, very raw....
Thanks for the support Autumn, Jules and Sophia.....Autumn, I've been wanting to see "Across the Universe" .......perhaps I'll get the family together......the last time we all watched a movie together, dad and his wife, my two daughters and I, it was "Pirates of the Caribbean II"......
big round ball
with respect given to all
we can peacefully manage
upon this big round ball
to end the carnage
before mankinds fall
repair the damage
destruction can stall
to all our advantage
LS
first, last, Ravin's | |
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Posted: 10/7/2007 11:09:06 PM | Brizo, hard to believe I now know two women whose spouse intended to murder them. Jeeze, what's up with the world? There are things I just don't understand about the human race, and dat's da troot.     | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 10/8/2007 6:30:40 PM | Been there, don't ever want to go back!!!!
Why Do We Fight?
Those things you said, oh were they right
And did you mean them all last night?
What gave to them their powerful might?
Those angry, angry words in flight.
Though said before, they sounded new
All striking blows, till blood they drew.
So fast and furious, as they flew,
So many, as their volume grew.
Now louder, louder in my ears.
All screaming out forgotten fears,
And beating down the one who hears,
Until at last they brought on tears.
They silence fell down hard and cold,
And echoed all your words so bold.
My darkness all around did fold.
No peace of mind left now to hold.
Their striking blows were aimed just right,
Those angry words you said last night.
Still clutching at my heart so tight.
Oh, tell me dear, why do we fight?
Mary | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 10/8/2007 6:54:47 PM | hope has escaped me
for all that remains of my mind'
mere ashen embers of lifes scrolls
passages of time
erased in flame
by fires of inquision still burning
while my tears flame down
scaulding the unshaven face of my soul
flames burn aloft
touching the autumn moon
washing it in shades of yellow
and orange hues
know that I bequeeth to thee
my inqusitor
the words of my my final breath......
silence | |
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Posted: 10/9/2007 7:54:27 AM | hello Wooby,whistful and shado......thanks for stopping in and sharing your writes!
I think that the "sins of the father" visited unto even the third and fourth generation are cycles of abuse, skewed perceptions and broken ways of dealing with other people.......
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the ferryman
death has his fee
departing on the Styx
hand him your aching heart
while on your knees
your dream fell dark
behind you
the undone
can unwind you
purchase can't be found
in future schemes
a minefield past
dismantled dreams
and hope's unraveled strings
Ls 10/02/07
Blitznboltz' , Oms palms | |
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Posted: 10/9/2007 8:13:54 AM | Brizo dear, my thanks to you
in words I cannot portray
suffice to say
I held the twine
and know when to hang
he feigned sleep
but its me in peace | |
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