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Posted: 11/8/2007 1:08:48 PM | | Brizo I am so sorry. It has been a long, long time since I lost a cat and I'm dreading the day it happens but your sweetheart lived life to the fullest. Thank you for telling us sweetie *hugs* | |
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Posted: 11/11/2007 8:12:53 AM | this was written while Ravin was having her poetry get together.....I wasn't able to go, and had really looked forward to it for many reasons....a chance to meet everyone, see Canada again, get away for a vacation....
all work and no play
last night
making sauces,
scrubbing grills
working through resentment
wishing thrills
came by campfire,
flute and drum
meeting exciting
new people
ho hum
work and money
payoff honey
next spring
landscaping
so I'll hand you
your prescription
with a smile
and cook your fancy dinner
for awhile
but if I seemed
a thousand miles away
my spirit was in Canada
today
LS 8/18/07 | |
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Posted: 11/11/2007 2:53:02 PM | waited as long as I could today.....Ion my day off I couldn't bear to bury my cat while he was still warm...then working I got off too late at night, when it was already dark.....put it off most of the day today, until near twilight, got an old baby blanket, went into the shed to get a shovel......and no shovels, no rakes, hard or soft...? Then I remembered the girls raking out the landscaping in their front yard.....with whose tools?
So my sad and unpleasant task will wait another day..... At this rate, I'll have to get up early in the morning, because by the time I get off work it's too dark to see...and Thursday is my next day off......
psyche path
thoughts freeing
emotional knots
working loose
surfacing
in the heart
reviewed
by the mind
taking neural path
from mind to hand
sorting themselves
in the act
of creation
Ls 7/21/07
Age of Innocence, first, last, barest boldest deepest daring lines of love........ | |
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Posted: 11/11/2007 5:10:58 PM | My condolences dear Brizo.
Feline grace
batting angels wings
purring in the heavens
and lapping cream from the milky way
they have more than nine lives you know. | |
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Posted: 11/11/2007 7:14:54 PM | Simplistic in needs and wants
Overwhelming with loving
Whilst echoing your feelings
Naïve souls of animals
Memories are ours to keep
We played in the Garden of Eden
…sorry for your loss Brizo | |
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Posted: 11/12/2007 10:45:19 AM | but if I seemed
a thousand miles away
my spirit was in Canada
today
LS 8/18/07
It was, indeed. And we felt you with us. ♥ | |
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Posted: 11/12/2007 3:21:37 PM | so sorry to hear about simon, brizo.
sasha’s tale
i adopted a 16 year old husky
figured that nobody else would
her owner unable to care for her
i had the time and knew that i could
signed the papers, bought supplies
took her home, in an hour, she ran away
figured out the screen door, surprise
cops found her, next week, 8 miles astray
well, they bring her to my door
say, we found her amid squalor
can you identify her as yours
dunno…that looks like her collar
her given name was princess
but i just couldn’t call her that
she learned her new name, sasha
and came to it, in almost no time flat
sad to say, it wasn’t a good thing
responding to my call got her killed
run over in front of my eyes
speeding teen results in blood spilled
kneeling in the street, i am crying
hey, lady, i’m sorry, says the teen
severe brain injury, under a minute dying
still feel guilt, still see that vivid scene | |
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Posted: 11/12/2007 3:44:00 PM | | Next year Brizo you can come and stay with me and we will take you to the poetfest. *grin* | |
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Posted: 11/12/2007 4:15:10 PM | The amtrack was pretty reasonable.....I'd love to meet you all. Wish I could take enough time off to see Montreal and perhaps Quebec as well....it would give me a reason to learn french....
pilgrim soul
Can no one hold You to such place
and tame your wildness and grace
somberness replace your smile
trained artifice your lack of guile
may you always seize your joy
reject the need to play it coy
illuminate with your own light
and leave behind the bored and trite
I love you best for who you are
you're like a bright and shining star
and if I could I'd shelter you
from compromising yourself too
LS
first, last & Age of Innocence | |
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Posted: 11/12/2007 5:48:42 PM | | And you all stay with me and I cook breakfasts for everyone. | |
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Posted: 11/12/2007 5:55:31 PM | isn't omelette a french word? 
morning has broken
and when he wakes he'll wonder at how simple it seems
with the dew still lingering that cleanses all things
and the strong morning sunlight revealing his world
as potential,
as gift,
as alpha,
exponential
patchworking, Late starting dawn, first/last | |
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Posted: 11/12/2007 6:21:29 PM | Did someone say breakfast? *grin*
We could start with Niagara Falls
and just keep going east
a stop at Ravin's farm
for some good home cooked breakfast
Montreal, Quebec City
and keep going until there is no more room
between us and the ocean's roar
I would love to see the east coast
did you say you are flying to NS?
Yes she has it bad! | |
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Posted: 11/13/2007 2:18:17 PM | | Brizo you are a true master and i enjoy the refuge of your sanctuary very much,carry on wise soul | |
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Posted: 11/13/2007 7:50:58 PM | Ravin, Autumn, Woobs, AD, and humor.........thank you for dropping by and talking about Simon....it means a lot....I know he was just a pet but it came as a shock, he was here nearly as long as I'd been on this acreage, and had lots of country smarts...
Joe, thank you! err....feel a little unworthy of the master designation, but I'm glad you enjoy it here. Come back and post any time. I noticed many of your poems have repeating stanzas, and wondered whether you accompany yourself on guitar or piano....
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monopoly money
refute the heresy of freedom
you are slave to your 401K
your insurance
your equity
running in the wheel
40 hours
to pay 200 every time
you pass go
no one gets out of jail free
even death has his fee
LS 10/02/07 | |
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Posted: 11/13/2007 8:32:13 PM | lost friends merely now
unchained
love unites all
forever
death exacts his toll
but we evade
his iron gates
by flying in our
faith and remembering
the fire and tenderness
of true love | |
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Posted: 11/14/2007 6:09:43 PM | Not really i just write the words,thanks for the visit brizo.
PORCH
Remember the early,remember the sea
the morning dew,the smell of new
the beauty of old,the stories told
watching our lives unfold
giving hate a shove
standing up for love
sunset meadows centering your smile
all the unholy standing trial
hand and hand into the unknown
making each others dreams our own
storming the gates of hell
and living to tell the tell
forever you,forever me | |
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Posted: 11/14/2007 8:09:23 PM | I wish morning was broken
And I could stay within the soft glowing light
Of my dreams by candle tears
Life has a way of taking the best
And leaving its ashes
On the doorstep
November so gloomy
With the fading light
And yet the tail winds
Play tag with the fallen leaves
It still breathes in sadness
Eventually the lights will spark up
As coals in the grate
Of a once living flame
Speak of resurrection
A lonely melancholy comet
Searches for life in the night sky
I wander down by the lake in summer memories
Yet the shores are empty
By my rock
The lake a glassy gray orb
Of forgotten pathways through the mist
Kissed by the last trail of sunset. | |
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Posted: 11/15/2007 11:15:54 AM | Lessthanone, true love is mostly friends and family for me....
JoeCaine, I love porches....I've never figured out why new houses have no front porches.....as if everything is hidden, in the back on the deck......
Autumn, spring will come again.....but I've been feeling a little pensive too....the winter seems so endless, and lightless...
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this was written for Daily Poet, trying to use all the topics in one post....you can tell when I've been reading Dean Koontz, I get a creepy train of thought in my writing...
insurance
can you see
everywhere and nowhere
no pain, no gain
sleep safely
honey
special guest
disturbed
sleep safely, honey
there is no insurance
against a special guest
can you see me?
I'm everywhere, and nowhere
no pain, no gain | |
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Posted: 11/16/2007 4:48:07 PM | real
real in the fingertips
tears of salt taste
smiles that crinkle
to the eyes
restrained strength
of gentle feeling
and lust's heat
in the core
like banked coals.....
10/03/07
Ethics and Supressed Desires | |
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Posted: 11/17/2007 12:42:45 PM | I watched them climb bridges
Feed porpoises
Stuff leaves inside their clothes
Flying in circles
Little doves
I once housed inside my body
And now they have flown
Beyond the seascape
A memory on distant horizon
Of time’s evolutionary trail
And yet
As I place them on a page
Frames in sequence
And press the button
I see them evolve
Little women
With dancing shoes
Each step unique
Pictures moving quickly
Together from
From slate blue coals
To flirting brown windows of questioning looks
Opening up to gather the world inside
I see myself
Blinking in the light
Moving beyond
The speed of conception. | |
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Posted: 11/17/2007 10:11:49 PM | I think I need to look back through pics.....thanks for reminding me, it's all so fleeting, childhood..... By the way, a fine one, R....
arc eye
you are dangerously beautiful
like knife edges
like broken shards of glass
like tight stretched wires
that sing with tension
dazzling smile
throws sparks like
blinding fire
frantic tone
beneath laughter
bright human torch
burning with need
blazing comet
streaking through
mother's milk
LS 11/17/07
Also posted in Fingerpainting, and Rory's Pines | |
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Posted: 11/18/2007 9:40:04 AM | | Wow Brizo I love the new pic and the poem *grin*. | |
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Posted: 11/18/2007 11:14:18 AM | Thanks Autumn, Sophia and Blackie suggested it rather than the scarecrow....
nerve
fire
from middle back
to inside knee
to ankle
tells me
in no uncertain terms
exactly where
the sciatic nerve
lies
LS 6/09/07 | |
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Posted: 11/18/2007 6:01:51 PM | YIKES! Sciatica. Sorry if you are suffering from this condition whilst grieving over your baby Simon. Thoughts with you Brizo. Loving the poetry from you, AF and so many others here. And the pic is very becoming!
lucid | |
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Posted: 11/18/2007 6:23:47 PM | lucid, nah......no problems with that right now....most times it really has to do with my shoes....
before the dawn
don't even want to wake up
from scented sheets
crisp and smooth
cushioned bed
dropsy mood
feline warmth
pooled by the foot
she dreams of mice
I dream of food
shrieking clock
psychic shock
my dreams dissolve
I face the day
with coffee and resolve
LS 10/08/07
first, last and Age of Innocence | |
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