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Posted: 12/19/2007 4:52:16 PM | Yoshi, Woobs, Lucid and Pickles....thanks for stopping by! Lucid, I'm with you....lie sounds too much like "untruth" ....
Barak doesn't need steroids.....he's got big cajones....I like Ron Paul too, and his balls are brass....
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alliteration
lost
a storm tossed
ship
a-slip
in a turbulent
ocean
emotion
surrounds
the tempest
pounds
the compass
wildly spins
overboard
into discord
immersion
is impending
to drown within
the sea of you
a treasure
fluid pleasure
never ending
LS 11/15/07
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Posted: 12/20/2007 6:39:54 AM |
Barak doesn't need steroids.....he's got big cajones....I like Ron Paul too, and his balls are brass....
But Dennis Kucinich - who surely knows he doesn't stand a hope in hell of getting nominated - is in it because he has things to say that NEED TO BE SAID and if possible heard.
Hello, Florida? Are your ears open????
Which of these guys/woman might you buy a used car from? Romney? He'd persuade you that it was a great car even though it has just two wheels and a handle-bar!
Giuliani? He'd run you OVER before he sold it to you!
Anybody catch the arch-slut Limbaugh laughing at the age-lines showing in an unretouched photo of Hillary? | |
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Posted: 12/20/2007 5:42:52 PM | Problem with Denny K ~~ he says the *right* things. But he's so fooking petulant, juvenile. . . .
And Paul? Absolutely, if you hate government interference in your life: Social Security, etc. . . . Let the best wolf win. . . .
I'm voting Gore with/without anybuddy's permission. . . . Been forty years since I tossed my last vote (Eugene McCarthy, 1968) -- Done tol' em I done voting for weevils (The lesser of two weevils. . . .).
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Posted: 12/21/2007 9:34:40 PM | lying in the grass
lying in the grass
I perceive an
alternate reality
scope achieved
through scale
awed by godlike
perspective
I humbly bow
to creation's balance
and maintain an
interspecies policy
of non-intervention
Ls 11/24/07
Daily Poet, Age of Innocence | |
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Posted: 12/23/2007 2:01:26 AM | Have yourself a merry little (or big) Christmas, and all joy in the coming year. And Happy Soltice, too!!
xox  | |
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Posted: 12/23/2007 4:11:09 PM | I HOPE THAT THE NEW YEAR IS LACED WITH NOTHING BUT JOYS, BRIZO.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS! | |
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Posted: 12/23/2007 7:15:30 PM | America
I still remember that day,
When black and white vanished from your sight,
Covered under that thick pale mask of dust,
From fallen towers,
Toppling to the streets below.
And at that very moment,
The better angels of your nature, came down from the heavens,
The ones Lincoln once called out to so long ago,
With those mystic chords of memory ,
And they touched your souls.
A dream was realized on that day of nightmares,
When the only thing that differed between you,
Was the color of a man's eyes,
And not his skin.
For that brief moment,
You were all one,
All together,
All Americans.
I'll forever remember that day,
And those ghostly images,
Because they showed me , a foreigner, the real face of America,
One that was always there, so often hinted at, but also so often hidden
Beneath those rigid masks of fear, ignorance, and misunderstanding,
All too quickly worn,
The ones that blinded you from seeing properly,
From seeing each other for the very first time,
Exactly as what you always were, and always will be,
Americans.
Merry Christmas, Brizo, and to all the other Americans here on POF.   | |
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Posted: 12/23/2007 7:22:22 PM | Just wanted to take a little time
present my words in rhyme
to so happily say
I wish you Brizo a grand holiday
may your Christmas
be filled with great cheer
all you long for
present itself in our new year
know that I am quite fond of you
a friend you have been so true!
Merry Christmas to all !!!   | |
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Posted: 12/23/2007 9:14:18 PM | Wooby, Joshua, M.G. and Wabbit, Thank You all so much for the Christmas well wishes....my keyboard ran out of batteries today, so I could see but not post....
Wooby and Joshua, you are the truest of friends....
Montreal, you are just getting better and better....every time you stop by here I'm even more impressed....Wabbit, I'm fond of you too, and more than happy you've found your safe arms.... | |
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Posted: 12/23/2007 9:35:23 PM | Rooftop hoof prints
and elves spreading bliss
twinkling colours
and mistletoe kiss
mulled wine and cranberries
nutmeg and pine
Happiest holidays..
may yours be divine. | |
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Posted: 12/23/2007 10:12:47 PM | I saw three cats come sailing in
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
I saw three cats come sailing in
On Christmas day in the morning.
The first of the cats brought a big fat mouse
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
The first of the cats brought a big fat mouse
On Christmas day in the morning.
The second cat hacked up a great fur ball
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
The second cat hacked up a great fur ball
On Christmas day in the morning.
The last cat dined on our turkey
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
The last cat dragged that big fat bird
Across the kitchen floor on Christmas day in the morning.
The family chased all the cats about
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
Mayhem reigned amuck throughout the house
On Christmas day in the morning. | |
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Posted: 12/24/2007 8:06:23 AM | | Ravin, Autumn....thanks for stopping by....may you have the best of Holiday seasons...Autumn, it's sort of like that at my house, though if a cat took off with my Turkey I'd have to commit catticide...but the furballs and mice are very familiar... | |
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Posted: 12/24/2007 9:04:16 AM | Hey! I'm pretty sure I left you best wishes after you wished me them. Did I forget to click post or was that on some other thread?
But you do know, I hope, that I wish you very VERY well! | |
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Posted: 12/24/2007 11:16:03 AM | | You did, sweetie....sorry i was so late with Chanukah wishes...I forget you're on a different timetable that I am.... | |
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Posted: 12/25/2007 7:14:40 PM | With the press
of bodies
black, white, yellow
and golden
visceral
understanding
of our inherent
humanity
our sturdy bodies
carrying the stories
of love, of children
and family
and everyone was
beautiful
in their own way
LS 12/25/07 | |
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Posted: 12/26/2007 11:24:31 AM |
“Fermentation has been around forever.
It is older than cooking.
It was probably the first method of food preparation.
Fermentation transforms grapes into wine,
grains into beer, wheat into leavened bread.
It transforms a raw ingredient,
often valued for its nutrition,
into one valued for its taste.
It yields vinegar, yogurt, sauerkraut,
cheese, prosciutto, vanilla, and pickles.
It occurs most readily in fruits,
because they have, in abundance,
the two most essential elements:
sugar and yeast.
A yeast is on a leaf or a branch or in the air.
It is the fine white powder on the skin of a grape,
like a dust that you could wash off.
At its most basic,
fermentation is how sugar becomes alcohol.”
Bill Bufford, “Extreme Chocolate,” The New Yorker; Oct. 29, 2007, pg. 77 | |
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Posted: 12/27/2007 7:05:59 PM | Jer, I've puzzled over this and can't figure it out....are you trying to tell me I'm overripe? Fruity? That I should let my poems ferment? 
Turn life around,
it’s never too late
each day is
a new opportunity
lighten your heart
by releasing the weight
in your joy encounter
earthy's unity
LS 12/8/07
last to first, patchworking | |
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Posted: 12/29/2007 9:31:00 AM | errr, typo I just now discovered in the last line....no "y" on earth......
only joking
solitaire is the game
the jester plays
the chiming bells
upon his cap
obnoxious
apurpose
to keep you away
bludgeoned
with humor
retreating queasily
pinned by attention
you shuffle uneasily
honorable mention
butt of the joke
egg on your face
now smile through
the yolk
LS 11/29/07 
first, last , Unfinished Business, Fingerpainting | |
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Posted: 12/30/2007 4:58:42 AM | | It's marvellous how you manage to do so much with these short lines, as if you were too modest to occupy more space. | |
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Posted: 12/30/2007 2:42:48 PM | I liked how that one turned out....I didn't have to change anything later, some poems I tweak until they feel right....there are a few in here that still don't feel right, and it shows, they're awkward....
But life isn't always polished, so I leave most stuff, and I love the pages where Erik and Eye Guy and I were going back and forth, or the little coffee clatches the women have...
An inflated ego is a balloon searching for a sharp wit to explode it ( no idea of the author)
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the short list
your floor show
coming and going
that knowing smirk
two a day
I'm taking you down
mister
a pony ride
on my carousel
my wanton blood
itches, heated
rising towards
the danger zone
my pupils
two red airplanes
going down in flames
LS 11/15/07
Daily Poet, Shelter me Home | |
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Posted: 1/1/2008 8:09:56 PM | fireworks explode, welcoming the new year
good wishes ignite and land on your home, dear
sprinkling themselves into every nook and cranny
a sweet year ensured, positive thinking is uncanny | |
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Posted: 1/1/2008 11:15:55 PM | right back atcha Stace, muahhh.....glad to see you're feeling a little better....
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back to the garden
eden is burning
our innocence kidnapped and bound
on the express train
hurtling to the future
the song of the air
is discordant and melancholy
but we could travel on a dream
of love, hope and strength
how many times
can we drown our optimism?
sooner or later
we have to listen
to our consciousness
to the brightness within
to slow down our frantic pace
and be grateful for the here
and now
daily poet, shelter me home
this is one of those awkward ones... | |
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Posted: 1/5/2008 3:43:37 PM | It has come to my attention that Bobby_7 has passed away....he was one of my first friends here on POF.....this is written in the rhyme he loved, though I can't hold a candle to his stuff...
Bobby_7
you took me in
right from the start
encouraged me
to write my heart
I always knew
that if I rhymed
I'd leave it in
your thread in time
and then you left
got an advance
to write a book
you took a chance
and lived your dream
so good on you
you made us wish
that we could, too
you crossed my path
and made it better
I wish I'd written you
a letter...
and I will miss you
gentle friend
I'll see you when
I reach the end
you lived life well
with lots of class
how sad we are
to hear you passed
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Posted: 1/7/2008 8:16:07 PM | | That's sad news, brizo. That makes two poetry regulars in the past month now that have gone on. | |
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