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Posted: 2/17/2008 8:43:03 AM | | I enter poemless but now laughing at the picture you paint. Oh Brizo you are one of a kind!! | |
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Posted: 2/18/2008 3:03:47 PM | I sooooooooooooooooooo like to hear the words: "b/f" coming from your mouth young lady. . . . As for the hat, since it's a valentine's gift, hope it's a gorgeous cherry red. . . .
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Posted: 2/21/2008 6:18:28 AM | "What's Opera Doc?"
With his spear and magic helmet!
Magic Helmet?
Magic Helmet!
Yes what a great opera between Elmer Fudd and Bugs Bunny! Wagner would be proud!
"When all else fails I wean but one solution, get thee a Hammer grander than thy foe's!" - Jonahs the Blacksmith in his advice to Galius after the general suffered a defeat in the Teutobargian Wald near Mainz.
Unfortunately Galius failed to heed his Smith's advice and was defeated a second time when he arrived with a smaller host than the one he was fighting. He was crushed by the Cherusci a second time.
- Erik - Everyone know's that the bigger hammer theory is sound! Hahaha Silly Galius! <0> | |
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Posted: 2/21/2008 7:18:59 AM | The magic helmet is for feeding the dogs
Troopers with earflaps like a long eared rabbit
And that sweet face peeking out in her 70’s smile
Scouring the antique stores for artifacts from our past
I have an old magic trunk filled with memorabilia
A milk box filled with records that date back
To the 60’s
Flower child clothes I bought in Vancouver
It’s fun to dress up and laugh. | |
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Posted: 2/21/2008 7:37:59 AM | Woobs, feels kind of nice to say it, too....
Erik, since you are a fellow Bugs bunny enthusiast, have you seen the one where he outsmarts the gangsters by making them hide in the gas oven?
Bugs: "If they were in this oven, would I turn this knob on?"
Copper: "Eh, ya Might, Rabbit...."
Bugs: "If they were hiding in here, would I light this match?"
Autumn, I don' t have any clothes left from the seventies, and I wouldn't fit in them if I did... Back then, a size seven was REALLY a size seven....
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cannibal stew
but I'd be stringy in a stew
a tough old piece of gristly meat
you'd have to marinate my shanks
while setting the table
and giving thanks
while you were setting down to eat
I'd boil down to marrow bones
you'd wash me down with something sweet
and finish up with scones
and I would surely hit the spot
to satisfy your jones
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maiden
he is bold
I hope his lance
is half so steely
as his glance
the maiden thought
through lowered lash
her innocence burned
away like ash | |
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Posted: 2/21/2008 7:47:51 AM | I still have an old kilt from 1972 that I wore to school
I remember rolling that thing up so far it didn’t leave much covered
The minute I left school it was flags up
Out in the real world
Style was mini and who was I to go against convention?
My brother had a really hot friend who I would meet
By chance at the bus stop
He was 8 years my senior and I had the biggest crush on him
There was no harm in showing some legs *grin* | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1182 | |
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Posted: 2/21/2008 4:31:26 PM |   Yo.....Brizo!
I don't wanna be old before my time
I may fall before my time
Yet no one can say
I didn't fly!
Was that my life
passed me by?
Sunny days
starry skies
I love my life
however little
however menial to you
It's mine!
My life...
I adore my child
my friends
life
So fast
It goes
so fast
look
was that...
my life?
Rollin' on by?
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhh yeah!  brizo | |
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Posted: 2/25/2008 5:32:31 PM | Autumn, reminds me of my gold pleather hot pants, I was 14 or so and I thought I was THE BOMB...
mmmmmy...(is that the proper amount of m's?) I lived my life so fast when I was young it's a wonder I didn't leave tire tracks on my loved ones...I've slowed down some, learned to say no , so I have more time to spend with the family , they are who I REALLY want to spend time with...
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laundry
I catch myself
sometimes,
feeling back at school
searchingfor a purpose
imagining the succulent view
from the balcony
not realizing
the laundromat
held lessons too
LS 12/29/07
daily poet | |
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Posted: 2/26/2008 5:40:04 PM |
candy
hand on the door
take note
nothing seems right
inside you
the globe
hook
nothing seems right
about this goodbye
I could search the globe
and never find your like
something inside you
addictive candy
looking fine
and dandy
hand on the door
I cannot help
but feel your hook
take note
of the pain
in my backward look
LS 01/06/08
Daily Poet, Me and my shadow | |
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Posted: 2/26/2008 5:54:58 PM | In the pain of my backward look
incense burning out of control
as the wind works its fingers inside
the tiny crevices of meandering thought
what once was traced within the dust
a trail of uneaten bread crumbs
all that remains of the hunger of dependence
the door closes and freedom arises. | |
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Posted: 2/27/2008 8:55:03 AM | ah Autumn, I don't think I'll ever truly forget that one....all I can do is move on and remember from time to time, rather than drowning in my memories...
fly away
then fly away
my heart shrinks
at the distance
it still insists
on loving you
with maddening
persistance
LS 12/24/07
Fingerpainting....not sure where this originated.....
next few to be rhyming shorts.....some very silly.....:-D | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1187 | |
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Posted: 2/27/2008 10:51:07 AM | Lovely Brizo!
My love it flew away
like you did
once
one day!
You are mine
special Angel!
Rest of my life
recognize!
Once you flew
life hit me
hard!
Blue was my word!
As all the heavens turn
I search ..search
no one can be found
All the memories
I am alone...
again!
My Angel...
hear my words!
Come back to stay!
Love is simple
life is hard
Angel
my Angel
I love
You! | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1188 | |
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Posted: 2/27/2008 10:52:20 AM |  should add a shooooowopppp ....shoooooooowop....to that ! lol  | |
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Posted: 2/27/2008 1:13:07 PM | with maddening
persistence . . .
we make our way
outside the cave
of desires
leaving the bad boys behind
a small voice whispers inside
to that blind oblivion we feel
the romantic tension building up inside
why are we always drawn to the flame
of our desires
even when we know
that no good will come of it
where is the guy who holds you long into the night
and when you wake up in the morning you realize
he isn’t a figment of your imagination
but the real deal. | |
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Posted: 2/27/2008 9:12:08 PM | Dear Customer
This is an automated message from your Tech Support.
We are doing a systems check, (free of charge) .
It appears that your love softwear is running fine, but your hard drive has an clit-ch.
Please insert your new man-disc as soon as possible and purge any lingering faulty programms.
Have a nice day.
;) | |
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Posted: 2/27/2008 9:35:35 PM |
Brizo I was reading along, feeling your poems,
thinking about that twin flame thing
getting ready to comment, then WHAM
there is SNOT and I fell off my chair laughing!!!
"clit-ch"
EDIT: and that is great advice LOL | |
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Posted: 2/27/2008 10:52:28 PM | Ha, you men just keep your "memory sticks" to yourselves...
well, here come the silly ones, just like I promised...
its good to not have the runs.
going up your panty hose
it's good to not have the boogers
coming out your nose
it's good to not have the food
that's stuck between your teeth
it's good to not have the dooky
on the shoes upon your feet | |
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Posted: 2/27/2008 10:53:52 PM | cvnt
I so loved being called a cvnt
lying beneath you as you grunt
taking the truck and leaving for days
finding all your coke chopping trays
you spent the money for the kids education
fvcked at least once a day and STILL masturbatin'
I'm alone now but I'll never be lonely
thinking of you and your undersized bonie
LS 02/12/08
Unhallmark thread | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 4:47:59 AM | night owls
for a night we may not get to bed
while those around us doze in sleep
we stand Diana on her head
and cheat her with the hours we keep
circadian rhythms all awry
we sleep until late afternoon
or depart for work with stoic sigh
promising to get sleep soon
stanzas thread | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 12:39:03 PM | you can stick to your bob if you like
or you can jump on and ride your bike
but please don't call us
when you need to cuss
our memory sticks are not a mic
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thanks for the chuckles, rizo
all the best fer yas | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 1:30:14 PM | Got this in the mail a couple of days ago. . . . Would seem to fit here, given the direction this thread's turned. . . .
Travel the world and see more nipples with your longer, thicker passport to sexual happiness.
(and nope, I didn't click the link. . . .) | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 3:40:53 PM | Autumn, mmmmmy, drea, Woobs and snot....thanks for stopping by, I guess sex sells.... ;-P
no man can do
what bob can do
with all those good vibrations
I'd get addicted
to the rpm
of all those masturbations
rosy and I are cozy friends
when certain areas get the yens
that way dix and I
can still be friends...
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Posted: 2/28/2008 4:14:29 PM | Love in a cold climate
Give me the core of love,
the white-hot heart of it.
Never mind the civilities,
the carpet slippers, the long,
sincere, confiding conversations.
Give me sex! and rage! and fantasy!
And naked, bare, uncovered confrontation... | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 4:33:44 PM | ^^^^^^^I think we've all got cabin fever....
ticks the clock of dancing
a metronome
set by hips
and kept by feet
rhythm
hot and sweet
surrender
to the beat
first, last | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 4:56:01 PM | I'm with Alyosha - we need some real inspiration
feelings that crash inside
stay in the cabin where the fire is warm
it's so bloody cold outside
oh yes lets hope spring is around the corner
before we freeze to death in winter's lack of empathy. | |
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