| Brizo's poems
Posted: 10/27/2007 6:57:22 AM |
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?
This poem feels like you, brizo.
Rather than make some all enlightened statement,
you humble us /me with a poem like this.
I admire this quality. | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 10/27/2007 7:40:05 AM | Yes, Brizo I agree exactly with what Om said!!
Profound reminder it all starts with one, ourselves! | |
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Posted: 10/30/2007 8:41:50 PM | Halloween is upon us
Pumpkin lights beside the walk
A ghost lurks waiting
Candy overflowing
And somebody has dipped their hands
Inside the bowl
But who is going to carve the pumpkins?
And what fearful sight is waiting
For creation in the minds
Of travelers who will once again
Take that walk
Down dark, dark streets
Only the brave ones will pass
The howling spider. | |
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Posted: 11/1/2007 4:59:22 PM | I raise my hand, I volunteer
Step forward and take my place
Shoulder to shoulder
Heart to heart
We will the world to healing
Forward to Eden’s land. | |
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Posted: 11/1/2007 6:59:38 PM | aww, I knew I could count on you.....*hands ravin a coke* (I'd like to buy the world a coke, and keep it company)...
boogie, man
the tiger
and the skeleton
howled
in fright
tear stained faces
halloween night
haunted house
too intense
later, bright
their fear
behind them
I watched
while they danced
with family
by moonlight
in defiance
supremely alive
adrenaline fueled
bravery jive
LS 10/28/07
Age of Innocence | |
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Posted: 11/1/2007 7:14:02 PM | gawd i LOVE you
"bravery jive" who can sum it all up like YOU??????
i'm so glad we came back home together! good to see you back. good to hear your voice, always the clearly succinct perfect on pitch of the pond!  | |
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Posted: 11/1/2007 7:15:01 PM | | oops! forgot!!! NICE HAT! | |
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Posted: 11/1/2007 7:54:24 PM | I couldn't stay away....
I shouldn't admit this, but most of those clothes are mine...... However, they usually aren't worn in that combination. Maybe William Sledd is right, and you should never, never wear overalls.....
Yes folks, those are the infamous muck boots..... | |
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Posted: 11/2/2007 4:38:37 PM | Reign O'er Me
You showed me
your despair
last night
sampling liquor
self medicating
to numbness
I tried to cobble
reasons
for you
to climb
the sheer cliff
of tragedy
undeserving
of fate's meal
shards and pain
lies swallowed
love buried
integrity cornered
oldest friend
face I failed
in childhood
mute beauty
with storytelling
eyes
I offer
safe limbo
solid ground
in roiling seas
of emotion
love always
The blackness
you spoke
down
the well
can my fingers
reach
this time?
LS 10/18/07 | |
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Posted: 11/2/2007 5:20:00 PM | Rule Number One: *Always* have a pair of bibs
Rule Number Two: And gum boots
Then everything will be fine | |
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Posted: 11/2/2007 9:00:55 PM | Bibs and gumboots
the mad hatters dance
hankies and silk scarves
scented with France
Old cotton button shirts
faded and worn
flannelet nighties
and a bowl of pop corn
woollen knit socks
and an old comforter
a grey scruff eared tabby
so willing to purr
a fire set blazing
and soft candle light
memories of contentment
and things that feel right. | |
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Posted: 11/3/2007 4:50:26 PM | oh, "comfort clothes"....well, I have a closet full of them..... Ravin, so glad you have found someone who makes you delirious with happiness.....
the valley of horses
your horse will be there when you get back
to add its greed to your life of lack
and another hole in a coffin's track
the ace of spades to trump your jack
your life revolves to fill your need
a broken crack with you the weed
enablers where your friends recede
unable to divert your feed
conscience walked away from you
and stood aside to witness true
living hell's depressing view
and moral's sad adeiu
LS 10/18/07 | |
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Posted: 11/4/2007 3:41:53 AM | holy cow L. biting. strong. hard. sort of makes me remember by own dance on the merrygoround named denial
your eyes with insistence
seeing everything
but what is there
your eyes with persistence
seeing everything
through your filtered pain
your eyes with resistence
refusing help, truth, love
remaining blindfolded
in denial | |
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Posted: 11/4/2007 3:56:55 AM |
the valley of horses
your horse will be there when you get back
to add its greed to your life of lack
and another hole in a coffin's track
the ace of spades to trump your jack
your life revolves to fill your need
a broken crack with you the weed
enablers where your friends recede
unable to divert your feed
conscience walked away from you
and stood aside to witness true
living hell's depressing view
and moral's sad adeiu
LS 10/18/07
Meaning no offense to those who struggle with rhyme, but you are one of the few who handle it so gracefully! | |
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Posted: 11/4/2007 6:46:09 AM | Thank you Jer.....so glad you're back....I really missed you, even though I seldom wrote....more a testament to my own laziness than the depth of friendship......
aiobheann, I'm glad we came back together too, though I only stayed away a few days....not sure if I'm addicted to composing, or applause....probably a little of both, for shame my narcissistic heart....
an old one here.....
irony
promises
you dont
forget
forever love
you promised
me
promise
still we keep
separately
living flames
remembering
we
LS 9/8/07
first, last, Om's Palms & Fingerpainting | |
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Posted: 11/4/2007 6:57:47 AM | I offered to taste his fingers
Scorching him with feeling
The joy is mine
To keep reading
I have to confess my sins
No one wants to hear
The pleasures I get in
Smiles of friendship
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Posted: 11/4/2007 10:05:49 AM | Many are those
that touch us deep in our hearts
a love so unconditionally they give
from us never to depart
warming us strongly
on cold winter days
encouraging us emphatically
of life to be part of the play.
Just popping in again.....hope all is well. | |
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Posted: 11/4/2007 2:35:34 PM | Thanks, Om, Ravin, Drea, Autumn, Wooby, , Jer, Wabbit and Always Dreaming for stopping by and leaving gifts.....and your gentle words of affirmative friendship.
I've been reading about Buddhism, because I know very little about it, and was startled to encounter several things my sister has been saying/praying with her yoga.....
not meaning to start a firestorm, but isn't making Budda into a godlike deity following the path of extremism? Considering his teachings were the Middle Way....if all are one and one is all, then wouldn't we all be equal? Just some more enlightened than others? | |
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Posted: 11/4/2007 2:53:22 PM | BAD POEM 112..........................(Hot Tub In The Thick Fog).....
Hot tub in the thick fog
why do you cry so lonely
for me?
I wrap my arms
around you
so lonely with
no woman
waiting inside
I wrap my towel
around you
cold crisp
wisps
of fog
droplets
so soft
hot tub in the thick fog
your tornado spin
of steam
curling up to the
edge of the world
blanketed with white cloud
on this treacherous cliff
legs dangling over the
Pacific Ocean
hot tub in the thick fog
yet no woman inside
waiting for me and
the one I called
said it's
'too foggy'
and
'too cold'
to
hot tub
'too cold' to hot tub...?
does that even make sense?
you are all too lazy tonight
to venture ten steps to the
simmering roiling hot tub
boiling in this thick fog
this water is 106 or higher
and could cook a lobster
in an hour
while you watch
it kick and
yell
'ouch'
in the blue light
5 minutes
and this
hot tub
would insulate you
from the cold air
and this blanket of fog
set down thick as bricks
on the city
below
I'll wrap you up
in terrycloth
for
the
ten
cobblestone
steps
back
home
but instead I soak alone
nude to no one who cares
in the fog no one
can see this bare
sentry on the hill
chest deep in hot water
the fog is so thick
and this break from
humanity
gives me time to think
of a tender poem
jot down
in the reflection
of the hot tub light
refracting
off
the
blank
stares
of
water
ripples
objects
set
in
motion
tend
to
stay
in
motion
thick fog envelopes
a hand-written poem
pushing
clouds
white
as milk
thick as home-cooked
country
gravy
this poem
is torn from
the fiery bubble jets bursting below
toasting my skin a bright red devil red
jousting beneath this spinning hurricane
eyes close
fall back trusting
hold my breath
underwater
memories follow
floating into the filter
memories born of hot water
teasing me you are near
remember her eyes sparkling
arms splashing
first kiss
first taste
like salt and fresh chlorine bleach
I'm my own best hero
if I can sit here
and still
remember
exactly
how it felt
when we were together
so
deep
in
love
Hot tub
in the thick fog
why do you cry
so lonely for me?
~~Michael~~
~~excerpt from my book copyright 2007~~ | |
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Posted: 11/5/2007 12:42:48 AM | i don't know that much about buddhism, but it's not my understanding that buddha is perceived as a deity. he is perceived as the first to have attained enlightenment, and, thus, perhaps, revered. but, any who attains enlightenment and teaches others to do so, is considered a buddha (and also, probably, revered).
buddhism is more of a philosophical approach to life, designed to get one to address the reality that is...not what may be, or, even, what was; tho' it is often termed a religion. in fact, some definitions of "religion" require a belief in the existence of one or more deities. that would disqualify most branches of buddhism from being considered as religious groups. where are you getting this deity stuff?
the psychic muse
there once was a muse
who professed psychic ability
most thought it hogwash
but it was true as could be
the muse lauded brizo
for taking the high road
said give it some time
see what will bode
the muse expected
it’d be just a short while
til brizo returned
with poems and a smile
the muse had previously
demonstrated her sixth sense
with alyosha, previously, and knew
he’d return, despite long absence
the muse part is easy
and doesn’t require work
the psychic bit’s an extra
consider it an erratic quirk
but, hey...i'm no erik! lol.  | |
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Posted: 11/5/2007 5:14:55 PM | the above only goes to show: i shouldn't be writing poems at 4 am. that penultimate stanza didn't need a second "previously". pretend it's not there...
perhaps i should adopt brizo's "needs work folder" method.  | |
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Posted: 11/5/2007 5:22:44 PM | mikeinventura and humor, thanks for visiting, and leaving poems....mike, come back anytime, humor....you know you're always welcome....
err, humor, I was reading Wikipedia.....
shimmer
candle flicker
and fairy lights
reflect the gleaming
silver ribbons
the band plays
while the newly minted
couple
sways
among their friends
and family
surrounded by good wishes
their aura
shimmers
LS 6/28/07
Daily Poet, patchworking, autumns? | |
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Posted: 11/8/2007 10:44:09 AM | Simon
Simon sits in a sunlight patch
my pick of the litter
fumbling to the edge of the box
he raised his giant kitten head
focused muzzily through milky blue eyes
we fell in love
he is huge now with savage claws
to pet him guarantees pain
claws or poison ivy
as he winds around trees
my holstein of a cat
his fur is kept immaculate
he went missing once
I visited the entire road
unable to let the coyotes
or vultures have him
half the time he lives
under the neighbors barn
and has taught me,
(like my children)
to love with space
still I love to see
his giant green eyes
and cow kitty face
LS 4/16/07 Wooby's greasy spoon
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I have a cat
Simon's his name
holstein markings
his claim to fame
his claws are sharp
he rules the yard
and chases mice
but not too hard
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RIP Simon 4/01-11/07
when you took
his life
did you look
in the rearview mirror?
I still wear
his fur
on my sweatshirt
when I collected
his limp
sprawled shell
and his broken
bits of teeth
he will rest
where he
was born,
deceased king
of the 2.78
semi wooded acres
a hole by the pear tree
as big
as the one
in my heart
LS 11/09/07
my cow kitty........  | |
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Posted: 11/8/2007 11:10:59 AM | Ah, Brizo ~~ my heart's with you. When I lost Roofy, she was frozen to the pavement, with salt pellets stuck in her fur. I brought her home, brushed her out, and wrapped her in lace curtain. Drew her picture, wrote her a poem, and wept as I buried her on the bluff, with the most beautiful view of the gold-ribbon river.
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Posted: 11/8/2007 11:25:12 AM | Thanks Woobs, the last few days have sucked....got in an argument with my youngest last night, (feel a little taken for granted in the offspring department) and I exited before I said anything else that could do damage, wish I could say the same for her, but she will learn......
So this is what I got up to when I went out to feed the cats, and he was still warm....my day off, I usually sleep in a little, so I have that guilt...
then my propane company, after doing business together for five or six years, decides not to give me the two month grace period and says I have to have the money for a fill up front....(I'm half way there) just not a good day all around....
Word Warning
We are Loved, and meant to be Loved true!
so let love show in words
and shine in actions too
have a care in what you say and do
your words live on long after you
turn off your monitor and go to bed
and others read the stuff you said
LS 6/28/07
first, last........Angel of the Unexpected | |
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