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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 2/4/2008 9:40:17 AM | Shadow Play
Lurking in shadows
stalks devious minds
whispering to others
thoughts deemed unkind
watching in wonder
I see this hideous show
spectators on edge of seats
anticipate a glow
for to the center inevitably they will stand
exposing now truth for all to see
then what next...
we continue on writing poetry.
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Give not a moment
to those who taunt
let their words
to your mind not haunt
not worthy
truly is what I feel
stick like glue
to those that are real.
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Posted: 2/4/2008 2:39:23 PM | Instead of heroes
give us leaders we can love
or at least respect
whose voices would ring
with warmth and truth.
Those large-bore liars
who are larger than life,
louder than life,
more vivid than life itself,
are out of reach of love
which requires a human dimension. | |
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Posted: 2/4/2008 4:06:20 PM | Never having to say "I'm sorry"
Never to apologize....
Two results you can achieve
When you share each other's lives.
Laughter floats on silver wings
And happiness on air.....
Only when we finally meet
Our lives are one to share.
The feelings of fullfillment
Enter hearts alive with cheer.....
Hearts that almost skip a beat
Each time the other is near.
The bond of love grasps the heart
It also takes the soul.....
When the two are combined
They can make two lives a whole.
Once combined and there to stay
Never meant to part.........
The lives of two are forever changed
Alas, it's only but a start.
New beginnings, new love found
Futures begin to form......
Honesty and trust are hailed
To give shelter from all storms.
Time should almost stop for those
Who are lucky enough to find......
A life and love above all else
One like yours and mine.
To give and share and just believe
Two hearts can beat as one......
Is medicine that will always cure
Until all days are gone and done.
When your heart is full of love
And your life needs nothing else......
You have finally found the recipie
For a happy life yourself. | |
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Posted: 2/4/2008 8:22:00 PM | | dragonlady ~~ brizo can't post just now, but wanted me to welcome you to her thread, on her behalf. ♥ | |
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Posted: 2/5/2008 4:36:39 AM | There is no Breeze this morning.
A portion of the weather has been banned.
So we, who once went hand
in hand with her, will wander,
a little aimless, for a while.
So let us offer each other a smile
on her behalf, our Breeze, our Brizo,
without whose gentle temperament
we’re likely to freeze-o! | |
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Posted: 2/5/2008 7:10:16 AM | Vanished
Within night
those held dear
vanishing
completely out of sight
singled out
for their speech
defending or opposing
with words they reach
suppouse do I
that we are best
simply to be tight lipped
let it rest
for does it pay
within torrent waters
to have your say.... | |
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Posted: 2/7/2008 11:02:48 PM | | Times' up brizo -- SPEAK UP!! ♥ | |
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Posted: 2/8/2008 6:13:38 AM |
Times' up brizo -- SPEAK UP!!
lol, I feel like I'm upstairs again, reluctant to step on the cold linoleum...and my mom is still alive....if only....I'm still in bed poutin', mom.....
Wabbit, Jer, Woobs, thanks so much for stopping in and leaving your thoughts...your friendship means a great deal to me...
tndragonlady, thanks so much for your poem, and welcome to the thread!
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watched a movie last night
with Chris Walken
he danced again
like that video
he's my anti-leading man
hero
and he's good in everything
I saw him once
in Sarah, Plain and Tall
he showed he's more
than a bad guy
once and for all
kinda romantic
in a Chris Walken way
and he's great at comedy
which they say is hard
gotta know when
to show your card | |
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Posted: 2/8/2008 11:58:58 AM | Always listen to our mother-spirit "Woobs"
she tells it straight and without all the fluff
when she tells us to git back here - we listen
yes mam, she is our spirit-mother
I did what I was told and rightly so
and I see you did too Brizo
children back in line
behavin or misbehavin depends on who is looking
it's good to be home. | |
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Posted: 2/8/2008 1:11:29 PM | WHO'S TO BE ABSENT FROM WHOM
Who's to be absent from whom,
that's the rub
of love
as practised by the damned.
They've each perfected
the kiss
that leaves the other
unsatisfied,
the promise of passion
that dies
as soon as realized.
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Posted: 2/9/2008 8:51:49 AM | sounds like drinking saltwater, Jer....endless thirst and no satiety...just don't make yourself absent from me again, or here....you have a purpose here that is only yours....
light in the fog
you remain
salvation
yearning unmet
imagination
keeps you dear
hidden from
sarcastic sneer
light in the fog
once directionless, thick
I stumble, cynical
soul sick
destination swiftly clear
candle in the window
improbably aglow
willing be it so
drawing my heart near
LS 11/22/07
Daily Poet, Great Virtue, Age of Innocence | |
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Posted: 2/9/2008 1:50:40 PM | Welcome back, Brizo of our hearts' delight!
IN ANGKOR WAT
for Adam
I think of walking with you in Angkor Wat.
Your youth is an ancient city.
I think of the honour of walking beside you.
I call you my "Gentile child,"
though few, I think, will understand
what it means to me, a Jew, to have
a Gentile child and to love him
as the day that no longer fears the night.
We named you Adam, though you were
our second son, as if we knew
you were to be the first of a new race;
we named you Isaiah, after my most gentle uncle,
and Sebastian, after Bach, who knew
that the complex is rooted in the simple.
We named you Shun, which in Japanese
means "Excellent one."
One day I'll walk with you in Angkor Wat.
A word re the background of this poem: When Raf, my first-born, approached 13 & began asking questions about the Jewish half of his heritage (his mother is not, therefore by Jewish law, neither is he) and showed signs as well of studying me as a role model, I decided to gratify both his interests by taking him on a Bar-Mitzvah surrogate trip to Israel, which became an instant tradition. When Adam, after him, approached 13 his mother and I met to discuss how the kids were doing. She said Adam was looking forward to going to Israel with me, as Raf had done. Well, I said, I would take him to Israel if he wanted but I had always thought of him as my "Gentile child" (blonde, non-neurotic...) and it would make as much sense to me to take him to Rome or the Serengeti plains...
Sometime later I was in a dentist’s office leafing through a National Geographic that had a spread on the Mayan pyramids, and something began to nag at me, some place I was meant to go with Adam. After a few days, it came to me: Angkor Wat! Unfortunately Cambodia was then in the middle of a civil war so that proved unwise. But out of that came this poem.
When I sent it to Adam and preceded it with an explanation of what I meant by calling him my "Gentile Child," he wrote back in his always meat-and-potatoes way of expressing himself: "Thank you for the poem, and I, too, get off on the thought of you, a Jew, having a Gentile child. But it's funny that you should think of me that way because I always thought of myself as being kind of Jewish."
Which gave me a great laugh: "kind of Jewish" As in kind of pregnant? | |
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Posted: 2/9/2008 2:06:24 PM | Muaaah... Thanks for the welcome back...to be honest, I thought perhaps this place might be better off without me, I do have a tendency to speak my piece ...
he wrote back in his always meat-and-potatoes way of expressing himself: "Thank you for the poem, and I, too, get off on the thought of you, a Jew, having a Gentile child. But it's funny that you should think of me that way because I always thought of myself as being kind of Jewish."
Hah, and that is the nut of parenthood...so often we find our mental picture does not superimpose upon their view of themselves... So, where did you two end up going, Jer?
Well, off to my b/f's for laundry, dinner and movies....(I stupidly broke my washer)
a little political dissention, before I leave....oh, and isn't my boy Barak having a great weekend? 
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troop
he will be blue
and purple hearted
bronze starred
escorted, saluted
dearly departed
flag draped
foreign raped
sweetheart missed
mother kissed
LS 12/15/07
first to last, Pummeling | |
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Posted: 2/10/2008 9:03:30 PM | only women
honor
to women
whose fragile
spines
bear the load
of family
labor
remembrance
sacrifice
and the men
who love them
holding their balloons
bright
against the sky
LS 12/18/07
Parables
I'm having a major dry spell, folks....hopefully when humor sets out her new topics something will spark up here... | |
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Posted: 2/12/2008 6:44:24 PM | Gene, nice to see you visiting again!
I'm posting this a little before Valentine's day, I found it somewhere on the web, not sure who the credit belongs to....
The love tech
Tech Support: Yes, ... how can I help you?
Customer: Well, after much consideration, I've decided to install Love. Can you guide me though the process?
Tech Support: Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?
Customer: Well, I'm not very technical, but I think I'm ready. What do I do first?
Tech Support: The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart?
Customer: Yes, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running?
Tech Support: What programs are running?
Customer: Let's see, I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now
Tech Support: No problem, Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of it's own called High Self-Esteem. However you have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off?
Customer: I don't know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?
Tech Support: With pleasure. Go to your start menu and invoke Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been completely erased.
Customer: Okay, done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?
Tech Support: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.
Customer: Oops! I have an error message already. It says, "Error - Program not run on external components ." What should I do?
Tech Support: Don't worry. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.
Customer: So, what should I do?
Tech Support: Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files: Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge your Limitations.
Customer: Okay, done.
Tech Support: Now, copy them to the "My Heart" directory. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. Also, you need to delete Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.
Customer: Got it. Hey! My heart is filling up with new files. Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?
Tech Support: Sometimes. For others it takes awhile, but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is installed and running. One more thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and it's various modules to everyone you meet. They will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you.
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Posted: 2/12/2008 6:48:03 PM | | Love back at you...this is great! | |
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Posted: 2/12/2008 6:53:34 PM | | That was perfect Brizo - a road map for life and self. For a moment I thought Blackie was posting one of his dialogues until I read on and it wasn't his style with all that love and forgiveness. It had to be written by a woman. | |
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Posted: 2/12/2008 8:23:58 PM |
For a moment I thought Blackie was posting one of his dialogues until I read on and it wasn't his style with all that love and forgiveness. It had to be written by a woman.
AF-I forgive you for your presumptuous ways and your prejudice...Love Blackie | |
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Posted: 2/13/2008 3:40:16 AM | ah youguys, thanks for the early morning chuckle...
I'm re-posting my annual ode to valentine's day...I think I'll bring it out every year...
fooking godzilla head
a little ray of sunshine
I rise from my bed
of nails and discontent
peevishly
wrap the dark cloud
round my shoulders
put on my fooking godzilla head
I savage all the flower
beds
oh no! There goes rosey-o
my teeth dripping with
crysanthemum petals
I head
toward the city....
2/15/07 LS
this year made out like a bandit, two hats, a scarf, a purse and a BC Comics cookie jar from the antique shop....
Is it just me, or does it feel odd to find things from the seventies, your childhood, in antique shops... | |
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Posted: 2/13/2008 3:43:59 AM | | Love it, Brizo! You're a hoot and a half! | |
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Posted: 2/13/2008 6:48:43 AM | Guffaw.....hehehe
I am a hopeless case. For V day I just put together all the love poems I have penned since I met this man.
Made him a book he'll get tomorrow.
Truly I have become a huge sap, and I know it. You could boil me down for pancakes. sigh.
well, anyway, here's another...and it is almost valentines day... so forgive me Brizo.
Night music and wine
Soft candles flicker
as you take me in your arms
and dance me slowly
into love. | |
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Posted: 2/16/2008 7:08:10 PM | I forgive you, K....enjoy yourself.... Besides, I kinda liked it....
I'm sick folks, so if you don't see me on here much, it's cause I'm actually getting some sleep...
invisible
notice me
where
I lean against
the vastness
of your silence
mourning heart
seeking restitution
the sanctity
of us
I'm still your friend
but I am left behind
fragile ego crushed
against the company
of men
our children's bonds
demanding
that I ask
once more
again
and I could use
the comfort
of your hand
LS 1/16/07
Parables of Dreams or prose, Fine Lines....in the Pines | |
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Posted: 2/17/2008 6:54:52 AM | Bent up in twisted winds
Broken branches fallen
Etwined within sullen mood
Depth of meaning uningraved
Left to rot within the sun
To lurk within moons soft haze
Once a beautiful growing thing
Now to be but earths new grave
Dust of days long ago
Growth in her no longer knows
To be with Earth the ground again
Blown away with stronger wind | |
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Posted: 2/17/2008 7:50:35 AM | mmmmmy......I really loved this, thanks so much for leaving it here. Very nicely done! Welcome, and stop back any time...
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hiding
good intentions
paving
a meandering path
falling short
where they lie
fallow
like fingers
suddenly still
on the keyboard
the dial pad
I forced myself
to care
through diffidence
to be......unmet
yawning silence
speaking volumes
LS 12/13/07
Om's palms, Shelter me Home, Daily Poet
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almost forgot.....I finally got my trooper hat with the earflaps (valentine's day gift)...my b/f can't keep a straight face when I have it on, and even my sis busted out laughing....but, it's for feeding the dogs, and if THEY laugh, well, I'll seek counseling....perhaps pic to follow....so now just new snowpants, and I'll be stylin... | |
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