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Posted: 1/8/2008 8:05:24 PM | Yes, didn't one of Soft Edges friends pass away? Robert? sad indeed....
Bobby wrote this in one of his goodbye emails to me....how can you help but admire someone whose words are so encouraging and positive?
I have watched you test your wings, and held my breath as you made your first solo flight..You fly beautifully, Lori.. Such a kind and gentle soul...
trees are always beautiful
in their swelling bud stage
they speak eloquently
of spring's hope
folded vitality
in trembling limbo
strength under wraps
in summer leaf
they politely offer shade
shelter from the elements
bark homes for insects
highways for squirrels
perches for birds
they turn their leaves
upside down
several hours before a rain
silvery and shivering
graceful veins
lovely in their anticipation
but in autumn
they are most beautiful
blazing like daylight torches
bejeweling the ground
even in death
giving beauty and scent
in winter
the grey and black skeletons
stark against snow
strength and form revealed
mute sentinels
to future springs
LS 10/21/07
also posted in Blitz's, Black Mary's, Erik's, age of Innocence......and last, but not least, in Autumn's tree thread.... | |
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Posted: 1/13/2008 7:48:15 PM | wonderful for digging; in those musty tracks
old relics hidden from the past
marked off circles around burial sites
of ancient travellers on their quest for light
ghosts whose karma sends opals
instead of tears
promises of a devine epiphany
not coveted by years
archaeology uncovering the muffled sounds of war
for those who hear the footprints
on the earths crusty core.
From your favorite First, Last Line. | |
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Posted: 1/13/2008 8:10:35 PM | Autumn, thank you......
in the dreamtime
I know who they are
and who they were
how ancient our history
they have always been
and I, the recent one
unevolved
in the dreamtime
I breathe water
my will fuels flight
I expand
my consciousness
concentric
encompassing
In the dreamtime
I recall with heartbreak
beautiful cities
no more
bonds of love
and service
that tug my heart
even now
in limitation
LS 11/29/07
Lord of the Imaginary Penguins, Mine | |
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Posted: 1/15/2008 9:37:51 AM | lost
backed into
a corner
of my life
relying on
the feral
the strike first
the outwit
to survive
where was
my tolerance
my brotherly love?
just ideas
and empty words?
my idealized self
was out of reach
I mourned
and understood
the echo
of the world
losing itself
each day
through violence
LS 12/02/07
Daily Poet? | |
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Posted: 1/15/2008 9:39:49 AM | verbiosity
they will change the rules again
but much too late for you, my friend
I never wonder why you're here
as no one sane would have you dear
your vicious tongue a source of pride
a character flaw that you should hide
no person wants to be with you
for all the nasty things you do
this is a very little pond
and reputation gets around
you'll find this is a chilly place
after you get in someone's face
as clever as you think you are
there's others who surpass by far
and they possess some kindness too
we're all aware of what you do
so keep your comments to yourself
and all your bitter jabs by stealth
your rancor is unwanted here
just to make it crystal clear | |
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Posted: 1/15/2008 10:12:52 AM | | Well spoken! Not much gets by you does it? | |
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Posted: 1/16/2008 9:14:29 PM | They are just birds on a wire
Strung haphazardly on a thin line
Of sunsets painted out of western skies
Everywhere I look, they are looking back
I wonder why they have chosen
Man made trapezes instead of birches or oak?
That dash along the boulevards
Down city streets
A tightrope in the breeze
Reflecting shades of grey and black
Waiting, waiting
I cannot fathom what is gained
For idle people watching
On a cold five o’clock shadow
I stop and let my mind count them
Black beads strung tightly together
An aviary in the sky
Made out of feathers sleekly groomed
Just a moment in the break of day
The cars become their circus train. | |
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Posted: 1/16/2008 9:23:05 PM |
I wonder why they have chosen
Man made trapezes instead of birches or oak?
Loved the imagery of this and this line in particular Autumn....never pondered this before!
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Posted: 1/17/2008 8:20:57 PM | Autumn, thanks....hello to Pickles and Ravin....
sister
describing the depth
of our bond
is impossible
childhood allies
teenage rivals
married nomads
my oldest friend
first taste of envy
first stirrings of compassion
decades later
we lend a hand
we share a home
children grown
with children of their own
our mother gone
approaching a situation
we square
the same broad shoulders
our eyes meet
in accord
no words needed
we are tribe
we are kin
we are blood
LS 12/08/07
Daily Poet, Age of Innocence | |
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Posted: 1/17/2008 11:35:47 PM | watch out we're all run'n loose
the inmates are posting
from bedlam
they're swallowing pills
with their booze
the result is *poetic* mayhem
but we're wearing the genius crown
so surely our every line shines
don't bring our manic mood down
by mentioning our sloppy lines
LS 01/18/07 | |
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Posted: 1/18/2008 11:49:07 AM | MAKING DO
Into the misted raw corners
of our basement selves, like bargainers
grovelling for one last hour
at the sale, we go hollow-eyed
for truth. Truth, truth is the teat
we want to suck at. No other milk
will do. Or if not milk,
pop. And if the teat is too hard to reach,
a straw.
Our necks are half-dislocated
from trying to get at the pop
an extra second before it comes up that straw. | |
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Posted: 1/19/2008 8:00:29 AM | Jer, like your poem about love I enjoyed so much, (where she only realizes after his death how much she did love) I think we seek after that which was right in front of us, all along....
Autumn, I loved your poem about birds, I neglected to mention that last time....I've often wondered why they prefer the power lines myself....maybe because they can sit side by side?
sometimes truth
is sought
in exotic locales
esoteric deepness
when all along
it revealed itself
in the simple knit
of everyday life
through the act
of simply living
in grief
what speaks more
eloquently
than a sink
of dirty dishes
that life must
go on
even when we feel
our world has ended
and our body seeks
to breathe
our heart
to beat
until we can try
no more
the simple act
of life
seeking life
is often overlooked
as oversimplified
we are here to live
to simply, live
and try to show
our love
through word
and deed
what could honor more
those who have fallen? | |
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Posted: 1/19/2008 4:12:46 PM | Outright lovely, Brizo! Especially love this:
in grief
what speaks more
eloquently
than a sink
of dirty dishes
that life must
go on
even when we feel
our world has ended
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Posted: 1/19/2008 10:54:58 PM | thank you Woobs....
as death glides by on wild grey horse
he snatches life upon his course
and rides into another world
where every truth will be unfurled
for clarity will then ensue
until next turn on earth is due
LS 12/07/07
stanzas thread | |
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Posted: 1/20/2008 12:47:10 AM | Have loved and lived the poems about life and death Brizo. And know the justification for my sink full of dirty dishes, still.
Loved both offering there.
V | |
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Posted: 1/20/2008 6:50:34 AM | - BLESSED ARE,... -
Blessed are the beasts for instinct is theirs.
Blessed are the children for purity they know.
Blessed are the women for they spring forth life anew.
Blessed are the wise for they see beyond.
Blessed are the faithful for they dwell in hope.
Blessed are the happy for they seed great joy.
Blessed are the weak for they shall inherit the Earth.
Blessed are the Norse for they shall inherit the sword and take the Earth for their own!
Hehehe,... - Erik -
( Alternate final line: Blessed is Marvin the Martian for he shall destroy the Earth with his Illudium 238 Space modulator, for the Earth obstructs his view of Venus! ) < Dr. Grey saw that one comming!
Cheers!    | |
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Posted: 1/20/2008 8:24:50 AM | Thanks Lucid....I wish I didn't know firsthand, but I'm almost a half century old, and like everyone else, I haven't escaped without grief...
Viking, how nice to see you out and about! If the weak are to inherit the earth, it's not the Norse...though it would be easier to take it after that... My favorite Loony Toons is "What's Opera, Doc?" ...I love Elmer Fudd holding the "dead" Bugs, remorseful, on a mountain cliff, in his little horned hat... | |
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Posted: 1/24/2008 8:13:38 PM | The next few will be things I've written for other people, I see they're piling up again...
I love you people...thanks for becoming part of my life....
the first one is for Wooby, for her birthday....
you live your life with grace
you look great in a hat
you never stoop to argument
and who can argue that?
you love your fellow man
you're still extremely frisky
you never fail to show your heart
although you know it's risky
you're gentle and you're kind
your world view is amazing
you're a dedicated activist
and I am not done praising
I wish I could have met you
at Ravin's fest this summer
I had to be a fiscal girl
but the missed trip was a bummer
but one day we will meet
my awesome quaker friend
until that day commences
I'm left with love to send | |
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Posted: 1/24/2008 8:46:07 PM | At the side of the house tossed in amongst the foliage
A rain barrow sits painted in soft blue sky
Its faded now with time
In a picture of hollyhocks and bluebells
Serene and peaceful an old relic of our history
Ah but I remember well the gifts it brought
Into our young lives
As we filled our cups for thirsty hair to drink upon
And do you remember
In this prelude to childhood
How we danced around like little imps
Dripping hair rinsed in the soft dew drops of summer
Mother was there and how young she looked
Bringing us a jug of lemon juice
She would brush it through our hair
Until it shone with the finest threads of red and gold
Silken Irish tresses of
Whispy tendrils fighting conformity
Tiny curls to wind around your finger
I can still smell summer in my hair
Long girly dresses with bows lopsided
Bandanas on our heads of different colour
Little hippies in bare feet
Wiggling in the grass
They banned rain barrows from our city
Said it would nest in mosquitoes carrying a deadly virus
No open water for breeding ground allowed
But as the world starts to realized what we have done
how we have eradicated the simple measures
that once helped gardens survive the droughts
The stores are no longer forbidden to carry rain catchers
Just in time to catch heavens tears. | |
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Posted: 1/26/2008 8:50:31 AM | Autumn, don't know if mosquito dunk would work, but it's worth a shot if all they're doing is washing their hair, watering plants etc...with the water....
This one is for Ravin's birthday....
Happy Birthday seeker of light
this is the year it all will come right
creation, destruction consuming its tail
the cycle continues life's song without fail
we age and learn to view life at an angle
stepping out of the knot of avarice's tangle
what once was important gets moved to the back
we discover new interests and knowledge we lack
dawn's on the horizon and welcoming you
inviting you forward with an enticing view
HAPPY BIRTHDAY K...... | |
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Posted: 1/26/2008 4:21:12 PM | Greatness Found
A warming glow envelopes
as I enter this place
such truth in abundance
real life spills from each face
enlightened to great depths
poetic art found to explore
each time I embrace new styles
as I enter through your door
for a soul that so hungers
to reach that ellusive ledge
I settle in here comfortably
among greatness I will wedge
eager eyes peeled
as if upon an intriguing book
know it is fact
this day from here greatness I took.
Very much enjoyed post 1112...be well sweet Brizo...you radiantly shine here! | |
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Posted: 1/27/2008 8:50:33 AM | *Wabbit* great to see you in here, thanks for stopping by with a poem...I can never stick to one thing, prose, rhymes...it just comes out the way it wants to....
this was written for Princess when she was in the hospital, no one knew how to reach her, or if she made it okay...
Princess C
then if we never speak again
on a future day
when the shadows call
and the veil is pushed aside
there will be a field
golden grass and wildflowers
I'll find you there
listen for your lyricism
the beating of your damaged heart,
flinging passion
spreading praise
leaking love
indelible
vibrant
vivid
LS 10/06/07 | |
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Posted: 1/27/2008 3:03:53 PM | The Panhandler
He pays for your pitiful coins
by wearing his most woebegone face
in which you can read reflections
of your own invincible good health,
your several children, each of whom
graduated with honours, the Lexus,
Mercedes or Mini you drive, your
centrally heated house with its
ceiling and four walls, your membership
in the Republicrat Party and your wide,
admiring circle of the choicest of friends. | |
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Posted: 1/27/2008 3:10:04 PM | I hope for your epiphany
let me set this straight
this "coven" exists only in your mind
and your spirit filled with hate
write all the poems of love you want
you wallow in mud with your porcine grunt
and every time you drop your mask
your poison pen just shows its a*s*s | |
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Posted: 1/27/2008 3:39:45 PM | Jer, sorry I just missed you! Well spoken points...
drea
you'll find her taking
the high road
the red road
the human way
lit from within
special aura
conscious dreamer
setting karma
in motion
concentric circles
acts of kindness
radiating beyond | |
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