| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/21/2008 11:01:35 PM | | Very strange on PoF tonight: you have three more poems on your history than I can see viewing the page. Several other glitches on other forums, too. . . . | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/22/2008 5:36:50 AM | | Okay, they're showing now. Phew! | |
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Posted: 3/22/2008 8:32:29 AM | Ah Woobs, not to worry, it's not as if I'm going to drop a literary masterpiece....
I haven't been going to first, last nearly as much, and miss Humor hasn't been leaving themes. Apparently my own head isn't capable of thinking up many ideas...
I envy you your one frog...I do have those particular birds who sound like they're talking, birdwise...I can hear them in the morning as I feed the dogs, talking amongst themselves. They're probably making fun of my hat... And all my killdeer are back, tweedling...robins swooping and soaring...hope they're all right in this (hope to be) last snow...
with most of the cats inside a good chunk of time, I might put up a birdfeeder again...I love the finches, but hate thistles growing underfoot...
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neverland
sail us home, where we both belong
captain Hook is where we went wrong
said Wendy, feeling very blue
turn and wave Neverland adieu
but Peter stayed with the lost boys
lingering in childhoods joys
first, last | |
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Posted: 3/22/2008 8:33:35 AM | with eyes to see witness where the river flows
it catches detritus and away it goes
we stand on the banks and watch it go past
until it's pulled under by current that's fast
don't fight the current, relax for the ride
the flow of the water makes you peaceful inside
cleansing the soul, healing the heart
no need to thank us for doing our part | |
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Posted: 3/22/2008 9:06:24 AM | - DROPS OF WATER -
The rain ever falling tapped it's song and water moved with intention
The cascade seeping like an unyeilding army seeking out cracks and paths
The drops falling once more from saturated eves
Falling again to dash upon the deck of wood
And beneath the deck to seep into the earth
Drinking them back from wence they came
Life flourishing in the slow deluge of replenishing life force
Water ever in motion and cleansing the pathways
How soft and elegant it's gentle form
How strong and purposeful it's intention
It's course buffering the noises of life
Making the watershy hide and look on
Swelling the runs and streams and brooks
Feeding the rivers and drains to the sea
Far away oceans that roar with great might
Crashing of waves in endless debate
And here on my deck the falling of drops
Starting a tale of beauty and life
Like tears without pain how cleansing they dance
Ever to ground to nourish the world
Oh how amazing such a small thing
Feeding all creatures great and small
- Erik - <0> | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 3/22/2008 8:40:20 PM |  Erik, how very very lovely this poem was!
My friend, you do have a solemn side!
I beg for more!lol
Peace and Happy Easter my friend!  | |
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Posted: 3/22/2008 9:04:32 PM | | Erik, thanks for leaving that poem, it was very fine...so is your water project holding up this year? With all the precipitation we've been getting, my yard looks like a rice paddy... | |
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Posted: 3/22/2008 9:54:55 PM | Gee Erik leaves an absolutely wonderful poem in your thread and I get the puzzles and jokes. What is the world coming to.
My baby wanted to get a tatoo
I hummed and haaaaed
and tried to reason with her
told her how much it was going to hurt
getting it across the top of her back on bone
even told her that she would not love Dashboard Confessional
when she gets older and would be stuck with wings and an anchor
on her back forever
told her it wouldn't match her off the back wedding gown some day
nothing worked she was determined
my baby came home with a tatoo today
golden edges on wings flying with an anchor
it almost looked like she was an angel in disguise
and a gust of wind would blow her off over the ocean
the other girls said they are affraid of their Mom's
she would kill them if they got a tatoo
girls just looked at me and said I'm a pushover
they call me Beatle and fluffed my hair
I love you Mom - sigh. | |
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Posted: 3/22/2008 10:31:36 PM | Autumn, I have one but it's in a private place...don't regret it, but there is upkeep (which I haven't kept up with) so now and again it needs re-inked to keep looking fresh. I'm asking the girls for a re-ink this year for my birthday.
Hopefully my body will look halfway decent by then, if the new hip-hop excercize video does any good...and, my sis and I will be able to bust some moves and shock the girls into speechlessness...
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Rory left me an awesome last line, I could barely believe my good fortune...
the traveler
betimes,
shrewd wayfarer,
I go down on a ramble
through the tawdry town
where battered souls
clutch paper sacks
and scrounge their pennies
for the tax
and human life's held very cheap
they smile in winey daze
and drift into a fume filled sleep
newspaper wrapped
with sightless gaze
LS 02/12/08
me and my shadow, Fine lines in the Pines | |
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Posted: 3/23/2008 1:55:52 AM | which way does punishment go?
the wounds they wouldn't heal
their sacrament of atonement
self betrayal a truth they cannot lie about
listening to the mountains grow
growing wings on needles to escape fear
the carcass of memory in their talons
punishment a parenthesis always open | |
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Posted: 3/23/2008 6:29:24 AM | Thanks ladies! It's true,... shhhhhhhhhhhhhh,... Viking erik is not all sex, ropes, and debautchery! But let's not let that get out! I would not want to spoil my hard a s s reputation! Wink,...
First a serious poem because well,... a little birdie told me to post it.
- THE CROW -
Sitting aloft so high in his tree
A pine of great hight that affords him a view
There he does call far into morning
Often I hear him so near my house
Is it my bretheren speaking through great ones?
Is it the Allfather whispering to me?
Nay for this likeness is not a raven
Though black and rasping his calls afar
Oh how you make me look to the skies
Searching for greater the stormbirds than thee
Where now the raven?
Bird of my fathers
Tis but a crow
Smaller yet keen
And as if kenning all that I ponder
Looking down at me from his tall perch he sings a song
As if his cousin's
Telling me secrets in the old tongue
Oh sleek and shining bird of the east
Though not a raven, still you are kin
Oh but the tales I could share with you
Were you to listen in tongue of men
Then off on wing he wends
Sailing away from me
Leaving me pondering all that has passed
Oh to the crow
Stormbird and kindred
Thanks for your company in the first light
- Erik -
And then for the other poem.
- THE EASTER BUNNY -
I knew a girl who was sweet as honey
Blonde in the daylight and always sunny
Came then the Easter isn't it funny
How she would dress up cute like a bunny
Mind you my bunny was not G-rated
I thought her sexy, jealous girls hated
In tail and bunny ears, scant clad, elated!
Oh how she made some boys quite frustrated
But when you find such an Easter Kitten
Grab and seduce her until she's smitten
Though in her bunny suit you might get bitten
As for her number boys? I'll keep that hidden
- Erik -  | |
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Posted: 3/24/2008 8:24:06 PM | Erik, the crows out West are truly impressive....the birds are bigger out there, the bluejays look way different, with plumes on their heads...I saw red winged blackbirds today, I thought I heard them "talking" in the back yard...
this is from first, last today, I missed the boat...
Recharge the happy heart tunes
and dance, you twinkletoes, dance
though we look like a couple of loons
you're a once in a lifetime chance
and I love you for your lack of vanity
cause you know exactly who you are
the joe cools make me lose my sanity
I'd rather be with you by far | |
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Posted: 3/24/2008 8:28:44 PM | Hey I miss the boat on first/last too
A new me
In the sea of beginning
Opening the portals
To let the christening tides
Sweep away the cobwebs of
The closing in of winter
Hibernation of the soul
It’s time to open up
Be daring
And discover the freedom
In an elevated flight out of boredom. | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 9:02:28 AM | I couldn't help it.....
I'd rather be with you by far
In an elevated flight out of boredom
than with any prince of the land
even if I could afford’im
I’d rather be with you my love
and live in our cosy wee cabin
than any wealthy son of fame
even if I could grab’im
I’d rather be with you all my life
than any man on the earth
livin’ and lovin’ and carryin’ on
‘cause I know how much our love is worth. | |
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Posted: 3/25/2008 9:16:43 AM | Adv.
Try Heart Fix Now dot com
Appetite returned by noon
No sleep loss, no hair loss
No new clothes to buy
No pills to try
No guy
Nope
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Posted: 3/26/2008 6:51:23 AM | well, glad I could get something going...seems like I'm generally out of ideas, the faucet of the inner voice reduced to an annoying drip...
Eye, I'll take a box of that stuff.....in the pharmacy we'll have a run on certain brands of cold relief (the kind you have to buy behind the counter). I don't have my TV hooked up to cable or satellite, or even a pair of rabbit ears....Then I'll be over at Dad's or my daughters house and see it advertised on tv. I can't believe how easily sheeple are led!
ver klempt
and I feel all ver klempty
with watery eyes
a hitch in my breathing
my smile a disguise
I'm watching tv
or I'm reading a book
a willing empathic
for taking a look
LS 01/13/08
abstract rhythms, om's palms | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 12:03:38 PM | knock, knock.
who's there?
lazarus.
lazarus, who?
laz a rustle up some poetry...
lol...like it's easy to make a sentence starting with lazarus???
but...you can find a lot on the web...
Little Bobby: Mom, why was nothing said about the other persons that Jesus raised from the dead together with Lazarus?
Mom: Oh dear, now were did you learn that there were other persons? It was only Lazarus.
Little Bobby: But mom, every time I read that verse I cannot help but assume that there were at least four persons.
Mom: Now why would you assume something like that?
Little Bobby: 'Cause Lazarus came fourth (forth)!
ok, i guess maybe ya have to like bible humor... | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 12:10:04 PM | I can't believe how easily sheeple are led!
And then consider who our presidents have been since BIG TV. . . .
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Posted: 3/26/2008 5:43:21 PM | Humor, good to see you out of bed...I'd worry about you getting bedsores but I know you were probably rolling around and keeping your circulation up....
Woobs, JFK was TV though, and he had character....
I tried to rouse up old Lazarus
to join me shopping at ToysRUs
"Yo wench, Leave Off!"
he croaked with a cough
sounding absolutely cadaverous
woohoo!
On a sad note, I went to the dentist today and will be losing two teeth...a memorial service will be held in my mouth, everyone's coming...
Oh man, silver, I thought I commented on your poem, which I really liked. I see now that I didn't, which does not mean I didn't enjoy it. I don't think you're capable of writing badly, everything you've put out in the forums has been top shelf.... | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 6:25:39 PM | hey darlin, and speaking of teeth, ears one that just rolled off my tongue. (bout bloody time, too...:/..)
Silence of a Lamb
It was poetry that pulled
My last wisdom tooth
It came out geist-white
Like the memory or my circumcision
To which I owe a poem to
A billion Christians | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 6:30:26 PM | ^^^^^^^oh, well done! 
in a similar vein, what do they do with foreskins after boys are circumcised?
A: they plant them in Ireland and grow Irish *d*i*c*k*s ....damned censoring devices... | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 6:35:39 PM | Woobs, JFK was TV though, and he had character....
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Very damn little TV in them thar days. . . . though the debates did Nixon in, without doubt. But I don't recall a single TV ad from that campaign, though they may have existed. Don't know if you'd remember or not when TV signed off at midnight, and didn't come back on till six or seven in the morning. . . . with the farm news. . . . | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 6:48:18 PM | hermmm......I shouldn't admit this (showing my age here) but I do remember. And late at night, I remember the wonderful Benny Hill...just before sign off...
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just sayin'
peace
at the end
of the day
can't be purchased
with money
the only
serviceable coin
is integrity
the balance
of conscience
within yourself
peace
naturally follows
first, last & fingerpainting | |
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Posted: 3/26/2008 6:58:33 PM | Woobs I went to the one who never forgets
and his memory says that JFK was the first
to start tv ads
I remember Benny Hill though
and test patterns
that annoying hum that wakes you up
before the silence erupts
and you stumble into bed. | |
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Posted: 3/29/2008 4:54:52 PM | delta
wide delta marsh
mangroves cling tenaciously
fighting wind and brackish sea
herons stalk the singing frogs
fish will dine on pollywogs
can we really shake our stamp
predator and prey
the Mayans say
we'll have a new reality
in the year of 2012
can the world embrace harmony
and love another
as ourself?
first, last and eh, somewhere else...the mind is the first thing to go.... | |
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