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Posted: 10/9/2007 5:30:04 PM | Not titled yet.....
His eyes were blue, as deep the sea,
his words so full of life.
He wrote of creatures by the shore
and left behind the strife.
The visions drawn from inward bound
within the realm of hope
had led him to his present state
of learning how to cope.
Aspiring to a better man
and healing from the past
he presses on to higher ground
and begs to be the last.
The first to give, the last receive,
to serve the others best,
the gift he gives is of himself
until his day of rest.
Mary | |
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Posted: 10/9/2007 8:18:01 PM | wow, brizo. that "domestic violence" was excellent. i'm sorry to hear of that eperience with your ex...simply glad you got out ok. 
my brush with domestic violence
once upon a time
i had a fiance
and i wanted to live with him
to see if i really wanted to get hitched
but he didn't want to live with anyone
who wasn't gonna marry him
so...we were affianced
and, a good thing it was
saved a lot of grief in the end
he was too selfish and unfeeling
and cheated at the end
but there was a big old red flag
shortly before the end arrived
we had an argument
and, in his rage
he picked up a laundry basket
and threw it at me
having quick reflexes, i ducked
even so...a line was crossed
and i laid it out
plain and simple
any other violence
would be the end
simply not acceptable
and, it didn't ever happen again
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Posted: 10/10/2007 3:40:49 PM | I know that this one and the last one I posted are not in line with the thread, but I needed a break from the bad memories... Several may even recognize this Gentle Heart.
The Gentle Heart
The hat she wears to shade from sun
the gentle eyes of blue,
has flowers bold, of red and pink
and lavender ones too.
Her friends, she gathers under wing
and cherishes each one
She prays for peace and hopes for good
and smiles when day was done.
Believing kindness is the gift
inside the heart that plays
She dances under moonlight skies,
and laughter fills her days.
Mary | |
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Posted: 10/10/2007 8:45:25 PM | hi humor, man I could hardly wait for you to post this weeks topics, then when you did my mind went blank......
whistful, there's not really any topic, even on any one page. We went from bawdy stuff and underwear to domestic violence.......topics ebb and flow just like a normal conversation on any given day between friends.....thanks for the poem. I almost brought you up in a thread discussing meter.....
I couldn't figure anything out last night, and now I'm glad....what an excellent job, hortense!
journeyman
you'll never be sure
of life's direction
fortune changes
with every fork
in the road
and every branch
not taken
mirror destination?
delicious mystery
but the choosing
shapes the soul
LS 9/30/07
first, last, Great Virtue,boldest, deepest, daring lines of love | |
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Posted: 10/10/2007 9:49:23 PM | Hello dear Brizo,
Greeting you and sharing something I wrote for someone I love...
-More than words-
More than words,
it is with the wetness
of my lips,
with the heat of my chest
and the strength of my arms
that I would like to tell you
what you mean to me...
More than words,
it is with the shine
in my eyes,
with the beating of my heart
and my honest smile
that I would like you to feel
what I feel for you...
More than words
today I want to tell you
that in you I have found
the seed of love
and from life its color!
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(C) Ro.M. (PoetFriend) | |
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Posted: 10/10/2007 10:42:47 PM | awwwwwwww 
.....beautiful poetfriend
Do you know what its like when your smile actually makes your cheeks ache? 
Perhaps its the light in my eyes that draws upward those wayward cheeks**
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Posted: 10/12/2007 5:31:11 PM | Champrins and PoetFriend, thanks for stopping in! Nice to see you writing again, Berto, and a love poem, at that.....
oops, princess, I missed you in there at first, hope you're feeling better every day! | |
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Posted: 10/12/2007 6:40:58 PM | | Brizo, I really like the feeling this poem leaves with me. Thank you for sharing. | |
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Posted: 10/13/2007 8:30:07 PM | Silly Rambling
It is a rare occurrence for our dinner table
To be filled with male conversation
The silly guy stuff that we women
Have a difficult time getting into
Boys will be boys and their attention eventually
Involves the female anatomy
And which part dissected from the whole
They covet as their favorite part
After a few beers and laughter I slipped off
To my little corner to play poetry
And the laughter continued
Voices louder and more excited
Continued….
And the tiny downy hairs on a woman’s back
How sexy it is
No says the other its boobs one hundred percent
Pretty feet says one of the girls
Feet should be the focal point
You don’t hear them talking about deep limpid pools
Hey up here we have eyes
Do we females do this to men I wonder. | |
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Posted: 10/13/2007 8:48:45 PM | DianaJJ50, thanks very much! Welcome to the thread and if you write, feel free to post in here....
Autumn, you know darn well we do....I can't say I don't look at butts, tight buns in 501's still get to me.....I do look at eyes first, and a nice smile, but well....eventually I will get around to checking out the heinie.....
And I've been privy to so many females pointing out a "package" I can't even begin to tell you....I wish they wouldn't do that, because no matter how determined I am that I won't look, after that it seems like my eyes are drawn to that spot, which is mortifying if you're caught looking....defines the term "meat gazer"...
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platitude
and good luck
he mumbles
a throwaway phrase
leveled at strangers
lottery players
and Vegas gamblers
I try
to make
eye contact
but a stranger
stares back
from a face
of shellack
LS 5/29/07
first, last and gandalf's, poem (kev's)
nah, I'm not sexually repressed, but to be told of someone's uh large packagage is a little too much for me......
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Posted: 10/13/2007 9:04:22 PM | I would sooner keep them guessing
Than admit to a dissection
It’s difficult sitting on a beach
Sunglasses on and people watching
I like the fact that women have peripheral vision
We can look without being perceived as looking
Guys are far bolder and gawk – sometimes rudely
I like a little mystery – just enough to enjoy the scenery
Without stroking anyone’s ego in the process
Big heads, little heads metaphorically speaking
I’ve shared on that subject without being direct
Maybe I’m too prissy although I use to climb trees. *grin* | |
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Posted: 10/18/2007 6:29:00 AM | smile
I feel the glance of your smile reaching through
the reserve you show to a stranger
are you feeling the same type of pull that I do
and that there is really no danger
it's so seldom I find a kindred soul
who can coax any warmth from this lump of coal
chance it and blind me with the light of your smile
invest in this moment and hush your denial
LS 8/22/07
first, last, Great Virtue | |
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Posted: 10/20/2007 3:04:55 PM | the next several will be light hearted stuff from first, last or Humor's themed thread...
teamwork
Instead of jobs to do “Honey Do”
why don't you do them together
ouside work
when the days are nice
inside for inclement weather
when you began life
as man and wife
even mundane chores were fun
you formed a team
and it didn't seem
like you were the only one
LS 8/05/07 | |
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Posted: 10/21/2007 10:54:11 AM | take your vitamins
transform your body to health once again
drink lots of water to keep skin smooth
eat those carrots you once disdained
make sure you stay in the sexual groove
don't stay up late and skip your sleep
stretch and lift to keep things strong
love friends and family with feelings deep
the recipe for a life that's long
first, last and Erik's | |
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Posted: 10/22/2007 6:58:43 PM | making this life a bit more fair
for downtrodden minions everywhere
a superhero dons a cape
and villainy cannot escape
revolving entrance pret-a-porter
out hero whose raison d'etre
is finding bad guys right away
transport to prison where they stay
so everyman can live his life
away from larceny and strife
first, last & Late Starting Dawn | |
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Posted: 10/22/2007 9:28:35 PM | | gawd i love a poem w/ meter! you rock L! | |
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Posted: 10/23/2007 7:04:17 AM | ^^^^^^^^^^^
have you been to Polly Pisces thread? I think the woman rhymes in her sleep, and they're clever, clever little ditties.....whistful has a few perfectly metered gems on my thread.....
oh my gosh, isn't this illegal????
he stated as she flexed her kegal
pretend that we're in Amsterdam
replied the business minded dame
she took him round the world and back
her carnal skill did nothing lack
he flashed his badge encased in leather
and then he cuffed her hands together | |
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Posted: 10/23/2007 10:35:40 AM | dazzling child
of pedigree
succulent
fine grained
white flesh
tart and delightful
blushing
princess
of autumn's
gleaning
oh cortland!
you give apples
meaning | |
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Posted: 10/23/2007 12:29:26 PM | | there aint much i miss about Connecticut. vast apple orchards are one of them. Cortlands always best. more bang for your buck. always larger. fuller. rounder. pale gold washed over delicate red. we'd pick bushels under late Sept. klieg light, cloudless sky acutely blue. we would gorge. sticky with tight pale meat of unforbidden knowledge. Your poem the ride back to the barn, sated. thanks for the memory!!! | |
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Posted: 10/24/2007 9:02:30 PM | Glad to be of service, like I said, food is the new sex...
gorge. sticky with tight pale meat of unforbidden knowledge
getting a little zexzee there......is the full moon calling you? That statement was dripping with double entendre.....
The power of one
I AM
just one sober human
attempting to minimize
my garbage
my damage
in just one community
just one state
just one country
just one continent
that is contained
in just one world
can I be joined
by just one more?
LS 10/09/07 | |
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Posted: 10/27/2007 12:38:16 AM | To my friends, I'm taking a little break, too much unkindness on the pond lately.....
seed pearl
Is it the break of you?
fate folded in a hat
what you perceive as negative
could be the start of you
the struggling part of you
the mistake of you
could be the make of you
and how you used it
as a strength
began the whirl of you
the tiny seed to work against
could be the pearl of you
©LS 10/14/07 | |
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Posted: 10/27/2007 12:41:34 AM | and I thought it was all in my mind
am really sorry that you feel it too
just remember am always with you in spirit
can you put the kettle on?
please
oh stop spluttering
I thought it was sugar instead of salt
now your turn to make coffee
(wicked me knows how to get out of making coffee) *wink*
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Posted: 10/27/2007 12:48:25 AM | Me too briz. I've had an amazing day. A very peaceful and healing day...
A day of how some human beings can conduct themselves with great dignity...and love
Then I came back here....
APOLOGIES
I introduced a cup of poison to a pristine pool
Where beauty dwelled
And the greatest love of all
I let it in
Brought it here
Encouraged it to visit
Find where love dwells
I introduced the poison
God forgive me
I introduced the poison
Thinking poetry could heal
But the poetry was poisoned
Instead | |
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Posted: 10/27/2007 1:34:21 AM | Brizo I knew you would understand and how living with goodness and unselfishness in your heart is the way to live your life however long it may be.
A friend came into work today
Her arms bursting with Halloween
She was determined to give the children
The best party she could
I didn’t think she was well enough to do it
You see she was diagnosed with lymphoma
In stage four
Her white counts were at rock bottom
But her smile was filled with life
I asked her why she would put herself at risk
Coming close to people who could pass on
Their germs and make her very sick
She just smiled and said she has done this now for years
And this year would not be any different
When facing death right in the face
You see truth in life, in existence
The very essence of why we are here
To live each day
As if it would be our last
We talked for a little while
As she hung the spiders and the webs
Strung up orange lights and black ones too
Haunting music and morbid scenes
And all because of her love for the children
One day at a time she said
Is how we all should live
Spreading joy to those who need it
As she herself was knocking on heaven’s door. | |
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