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Posted: 2/28/2008 9:37:27 PM | | Na. Guys, spring IS on the way. On my trip to the local/country store yesterday. . . . They're selling onion sets! Soon, soon, soon. . . . | |
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Posted: 2/28/2008 10:20:12 PM | when i think of spring
i think not of the first robin
but the first buzzing bee,
oer my azaleas
or the first slimey peeper
down by the brook
those somewhat pesky critters
no one particularly ever notices
the first glimpse of
but whose sound escorts us
to the hidden places
deep within a pistil
deep within the reeds
those inner spaces
that lead me somewhere else
someplace closer
to the truth | |
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Posted: 2/29/2008 2:55:26 AM | | Oh, Silverswan, I LOVED this, the slow, sure journey to the truth, whatever that is! | |
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Posted: 2/29/2008 3:58:14 PM | silverswan, I looove peeper frogs, and bees. Not too fond of hornets, but they have their purpose (I guess) I agree with Jer, I really liked that poem, thanks for gifting us!
Woobs and Autumn, I'm trying to believe in spring...it's kind of hard when I have to shovel the drifted snow every day...
cart people
You people scare me!
you ride on carts
and lawnmowers
machine from the waist down
impatient and pushy
you barge in line
but linger in your turn
carts with enough food
to feed a small village
because, god forbid
you don't get your share...
you were raised by wolves
but you want me to care
age of innocence | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 8:42:03 PM | golden band
soft sillouette form curved
of beauty mind bless
he gives thanks fervently
for his real happiness
approching him smiling
she gives him her hand
he lifts up her veil
and places his band
LS 01/06/08
stanzas, patchworking, when the words just come | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 9:49:18 PM | circles crossing this time
to the other -
renewing
recasting
revolving eternity,
a calligraphy in longed for love.
i am now a stranger
crossing the bone bridge
from one sea to another
whose power crushes rock to sand
one lives alone out of happenstance
the ocean always near, ready to swallow everything
but only cruel words can dissolve the gold circle
from ones hand
undo eternity
drown you in the gold dust of your troth.
each word a failure
words are deceit
objects of compromise
that unscrew the circles
of what isn't there | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 10:08:35 PM | hmmph.
erase that one.
it's bad. bitter.
in bad form
your outlook much brighter
mine too brutal | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 7:06:43 AM | No, yours is honest....most of us begin marriage joyously. So what happens? Sly digs at the other's expense, humiliations, betrayals, neglect. Both parties must remember - that's my love, my best friend...
In my marriage, I was as guilty as he...because while he started it, I was unable to go forward without retaliation, and so continued the disrespect between the two of us...honestly, I don't think I could have saved the marriage, but I could have saved our self respect by drawing the line on behavior and leaving much sooner....
I had written the wedding poem with Wabbit and Hunter in mind...just beginning and joyous....
time
Be patient,
time will tell
a story
enabler -
detritus
overtaken by
wilderness
revealer -
plot
eroded back
to surface
time,
dispassionate
oracle
LS 01/24/08
posted in Fingerpainting, Abstract Rhythms | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 7:50:55 AM | LOVE that - "time, dispassionate oracle"
My ex was unfaithful, incorrigibly, laughing all the way, nothing was ever serious to him and yes, I too played my part by withdrawing, just too hurt and so afraid of lashing out verbally - made him laugh all the more. He never could give totally of himself, something was always hidden, held in reserve. He died recently and I felt the loss all the more because of what never was, what never could be, that total trust I longed for. I so need to trust, feel safe, growing up poor, travelling from town to town in a country not my own- I still do not feel safe.
here in this plum
darkly lush
color of passion
the sweet juice flowing back memory
of blossom upon blossom
on laden branch visited by bees in service
the buzz of honest servitude
this ancient chant while giving freely
in knowledge that all must be given and taken
from the blossom
to the hive
entirely
all of it
without reservation
to one end | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 1210 | |
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Posted: 3/3/2008 6:30:56 PM | What you know is black and white
words that never come out right
things said with intent to hurt
pain unyeilding
egos burst
Finally simply nothing left
salvage is a word bereft
footing steady
mind in pain
after all; its all
insane!
Grieve and ponder
wish and cry
The moment reads
Goodbye | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 7:35:55 PM | silver, I have always felt safest on my own...something about the treachery of trusting someone else with my fate makes me very nervous...actually, not something but the feeling of being a child helpless to the whims, rages, moods and relocations of adults...I know I'm not a child anymore, but there is a fine line between partnership and dependency...one which I'm pretty lousy at navigating...
mmmmmy, thanks for stoppin by...heh, that rhymed...that song send in the clowns always reminds me of my marriage...
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little red
ah,
how you
misled
and I,
oh
how I
ignored
gut feeling
glimmering
giddy,
gliding down
your primrose
path
Ls 02/26/08
Daily Poet | |
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Posted: 3/6/2008 1:25:34 PM | OH GOD, LET'S HAVE THE WIT
Oh God, let's have the wit
to savour, without showing it,
the fear of death, that makes us quick,
the need for love
that keeps us, rooted, thick,
and yet forever on the move. | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 11:15:55 PM | we all think we are so unique. but, we're [humans] more alike than we think.
i always say i have trust issues. it was recently pointed out that they were intimacy issues. two sides of the same coin? semantics? armchair psychobabble?
trust and lies
trust and lies don’t mix
when lies begin, trust must end
inevitable | |
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Posted: 3/8/2008 11:00:07 AM | Didn't Erikkson claim trust issues came from infancy, our needs not being met when we cried?
trust issues could be intimacy issues, I guess....not trusting the other with your intimacy? hmmm.....well, you've instigated me thinking...
Jer, nice poem. I read it a few times, I like the use of 'quick' .....I'm assuming as in 'the quick and the dead'? I love little endwraps of rhymes, snippets....that's what I find kind of charming about rap, the unexpectedness of the rhymes, how cleverly they're placed....I like the fact that meter is halted, or skipped...
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Ozone
pure red desire
slices through
the ordinary
cleaving our neat sphere
stunned;
we sniff charged atmosphere
with racing pulse
alert
and seeking
LS 01/09/08 | |
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Posted: 3/8/2008 2:25:36 PM | Hi brizo
I just got a new canister of laughing gas.
Wanna Party?
We wont discuss any ozone damage we might cause.
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Posted: 3/10/2008 5:26:30 PM | so you want to sing in falsetto
play Pinocchio to my Geppetto?
I'll pull on the string
that makes you go schwing
and see if it's all just bravado...
sorry hon, couldn't resist.... | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 5:57:12 PM | When I think of spring
My touch that of sunrise
Skies ancient warmth create this soul
Crisp is the morn breeze on snow flected meadows
Rivers overflow creating gentle streams of ambience
Streams cold warmth of smiles cast become meadows
Hearts beat,Eyes twinkle scramble search | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 6:17:00 PM | I always get inspired reading here. You seem to attract fine poets to your corner of the pond.
Like attracts like I guess. cheers.
Ancient hinges creak
dusty doorways open
where primordial passageways
are trespassed
in the stillness found
at the bottom of a breath.
It’s your eyes that hold me
transfixed,
as your touch
takes me deep within myself
where souls merge
in that timeless dance
of complete acceptance.
This is what love is.
This is us. | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 6:49:14 PM | Thank you, Ravin! oh girl, you make me remember love..."the dizzy dancing way you feel" - Judy Collins
1000 years, I felt a little embarrassed about my bawdy limerick when you posted that fine poem after me...then I remembered, limericks are supposed to be bawdy... 
now that we have sprung ahead here in Ohio it doesn't get dark till nearly eight. My heart is waking up, ready to believe in the impossible vivid splash of poppies again....the smell of lilacs, and hummingbirds impatiently waiting for me to leave the bleeding hearts so they can ravish them...
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here Ravin, wrote this for you awhile ago...
from ashes
ravens wilt
within black mass
not all that's wished
will come to pass
the ravin turns
and phoenix rise
gold and bright
before our eyes
LS 01/13/08
first, last and patchworking | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 6:53:03 PM | Awww. Am feeling a little phoenix lately......
Hey, I have a whole thread of bad limericks floating around the pond. bad and bawdy! | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 7:16:21 PM | Where's the Beefaroni?
All that ever fell wasnt rain,
or too old to kiss you back.
All we never tell or explain,
lies in living or the lack
more than once we find ourselves
while chasing down another.
like dogs and cars, the new a lure,
god or demon under cover.
what more we find to matter
makes us see,
the path what is must take
to what will be | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 7:34:37 PM | I'd like to give a warm welcome and muahhh to all who stop here....without you, I'm like an empty hearth, you are the flame that brings warmth and light...
transcend, I remember that poem, I liked it when I first read it and should have told you.....
The other day I was trying to think of all the changes, and tastes I've developed because someone I liked, or admired or loved introduced me to them....food, music, books, games...we evolve with every new friend, and lovers leave an even deeper mark....
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Descartes
yet still sleeping
the words
in primordial
swirl
will seep
through the Id
then leaping
snap into
the sleeping
synapses
reappearing
in the recalcitrant
reaping
LS 2/26/08
first, last & Naive's | |
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Posted: 3/10/2008 7:41:35 PM | I don't have a poem or a flower
or anything to leave you
but it looks like everyone
is having so much fun in here
I had to stop in even just to say
great poetry!!
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Posted: 3/13/2008 11:08:08 AM | - WARRIOR MAIDEN EXPOSED -
Warrior she was with armor on breast,
"Is naught there something to get off thy chest?"
Asked the young man who stood in bight tunic
"Show me thy wares, I'll scribe something runic!"
"So say ALL men! That fester like louts.
So I decline exposure in bouts!"
Said the war maiden haughty and proud
"Mine will stay armored, safe from the crowd!"
"Mayhaps a necklace then for such as thee?"
Said the young man who traded by sea
Holding aloft a fine silver strand
"This I would give thee, straight from my hand."
Oh how her eyes set to the stone
Beautiful amber, fit for the throne!
"All that for me? I am quite flattered."
She was elated, bad image shattered
"Ah but alas, that it should fail
To glimmer boldly, neath armored veil."
Said the young merchant eyeing her throat
"None then can see it!"Sad was his note
"Nonsense!" She cried, then to her straps
Loosening coverings and buckle traps
Off came the armor and then she asked
"How do you find it?" His eyes then tasked
"Truely a Goddess you now appear,
Damn near a vision, Valkyrie near.
But yet you fall just ever so shy,
Tis but a trifel that thwarts the eye."
Now she was baffled and wanted note
"Why do I fall just shy in thy vote?"
He smiled and said, "Goddess's know,
Tis on their flesh, such a stone's glow!"
Taking his hand, she led him away
To a small house far from the fray
Then she removed chamise and vest
Leaving him staring, bold at her chest
"What say you now sir, and please speak clear?"
He nodded smiling and quite sincere
"I believe you like to a Goddess!
Fair and quite stunning now, out of thy bodice!"
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