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Posted: 4/10/2008 8:05:41 PM | Om, good to see you...I'll have to try Haiku sometime...I thought you might like this one, it's got that minimalist angle....
well, I'm hitting the sack earlier tonight...I'm very tired.... This IS early for me...
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as if
if ever we could be together
the thought flies up
light feathers
of some joyful bird
who has been
too long caged
Ls 03/14/08
first, last & Alyosha's Poems | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
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Posted: 4/10/2008 8:09:57 PM |  Hi Brizooo..a lovely poem!
Another Spring to lift the wings
A lovely sky...to fly
Amidst the chaos here on Earth!
I just as soon lift mine...
Wings are something
special!
Least they take you ...faraway!
Wonder if mine could fly me ...
unto another life?
 Brizo | |
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Posted: 4/11/2008 8:49:29 AM | from Alyosha's poems:
Human for Dummies
This is the way it works, when it does:
in falling in love with him
she discovers a vein of loveliness
deeper than what she had seen at first
which enables her to open up more of herself
to him, seeing which he discovers
more of himself to offer her,
which leads her...
But you see how it goes?
Love is the manual
by which we study to become truly human. | |
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Posted: 4/11/2008 5:05:02 PM | | wow Jer, this is one of your best....I really like it! | |
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Posted: 4/11/2008 6:01:07 PM | | Human for Dummies ~~ made my cry, Jer. Thank you. xox | |
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Posted: 4/12/2008 6:18:06 PM | I don't know mmmmmy, this spring, you could meet someone....by next spring, your life could be totally different...the only never is, you never know...I know that is what I hope for you....
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balance
at this point in time
we still have a choice
to simplify
we have gone awry
and no one can project
where this will end
now progress will be to mend,
amend
lend nature a hand
to heal
we balance on the edge
of a spinning wheel
going downhill
reaching level land
must be an act of will
if we are to remain
then we must kneel
LS 03/02/08
first, last
so, let's all kneel and garden this spring!  | |
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Posted: 4/13/2008 10:41:35 AM | may and katy
got ten year old girls in my living room
doing cheers
and dancing to Hanna Montana
think they'd dance to salsa
if I put on some Santana?
For breakfast blueberry pancakes
and strawberry shortcake later
now I'm off to play some aggravation
and put on my op art gators
to feed the girls outside
they probably think I've died
they usually eat by seven
but I didn't get up till after eleven | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 4:56:17 AM | Re: "May & Katy": I love the way you can make poetry out of the most everyday things.
(Hey, I began watching "Knocked Up" yesterday - and it's a lot better than this sort of thing usually is. I actually believe in & care about the characters in it.) | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 9:14:00 AM | Jer, "Knocked Up" got really good reviews, which doesn't generally happen for romantic comedies....critics usually (rightfully) dismiss them as trite...
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Rural Ohio. Small woods hide deer, and foxes . Trees define borders and creeks. A frozen red hydrant. Eighteen gnarled shagbark hickories, clumped. One oak. Robins fight to claim my land. Small fluffed birds cling to wires stretching into infinity. Killdeer run, stop. Hawks soar, carrying my spirit. I sigh, contented.
A slice of life, fingerpainting | |
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Posted: 4/15/2008 9:27:11 AM | Rural Sarasota. Palm trees sway gentley near the ocean surf. Squirrels and armadillos forage and root around. The flowers grow lush near my mailbox. Seagulls fly while bikini clad beauties run, stop, then jump for frisbees. Bodies soar, carrying my thoug,... er spirit. ( wink ) I sigh contented.
A slice of life in subtropical paradise.
- Erik - | |
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Posted: 4/17/2008 2:50:57 PM |  dang....Viking you make it all sound so damn lovely! I admire you for your place! you sighhhhhhhhhh...contented!
Rural Ohio...it is almost 70 somethin' today! I actually got out and fired up my riding mower....
It blew some smokkkkkkkkkkkeeeeeeeeeeeeee...then it kicked in! lol
Told the BABY TO smile and sniff some GASSSSSSSSSSSS! lol
Flowers are bloomin' and my ass is reelin' I am ready to attack this green monster thats growin' !!!!
A couple a brews and I am in the right mood!
Jump on that BASTURD...and RIDDDDDDDDDDE like a WILD MUTHA!
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Posted: 4/17/2008 6:02:42 PM | You have flowers blooming? I'm jealous....
Viking, thanks for the wank....hehe, it rhymed......your place sounds better, wanna trade? | |
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Posted: 4/18/2008 6:40:02 PM | in the rain
left outside your warmth
standing in the rain
I am belatedly washed clean
of all my presumptions
of superiority
born again
I will approach tomorrow's potential
humbled and reverent
babtized and shining
3/22/08
Daily poet, Great Virtue | |
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Posted: 4/19/2008 6:12:04 AM | - AMONG THE FOOTFALL OF MORTALS -
Every step a certain fate
Feeling them without abate
Never knowing of my mind
How they tread in fear and hate
Small within their daily lives
Minds too limited for drives
Mostly like insects are they
While they know not now what thrives
Like the prey that hunters seek
See the mortals small and weak
Unable to grasp the truth
Limits to the words they speak
Some would view and judge the frame
Think it basic or just lame
But in conflict demons rage
Hurling bodies, thrown to maim
Only after fifteen feet
Landing battered on the street
Do the foes suspect their fear
Coughing blood in dark defeat
And to those who test the mind
How I leave them all behind
Little insects born of man
Blood of Gods I would remind
Progenators there are nine
Wolves of Odin seek to dine
On the unsuspecting ape
Arrogant like rutting swine
So among you I must tread
Pounding heart that mind be fed
Among mortal footfalls stride
Wakened Skjoldung, ruling head
- Erik -
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Posted: 4/19/2008 9:17:50 PM | meeting the girl
letting go of all that binds you to reality
avarice, cruelty and human frailty
we're young forever in our minds
in constant wonder of our finds
our children's children set us free
we glimpse a world we used to see
we drop the sexual competition
and circle back to our origin
Age of Innocence, Stanzas | |
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Posted: 4/19/2008 11:07:36 PM | Erik, I'm sorry, I thought I had acknowledged you.......your poems are pretty serious lately, and make me glad we live in the here and now, and not centuries ago.... I'm reading Sarum, and one of the characters gets a blood eagle....
in the book, the chalk soil is important, as the natives could cultivate it without heavy plows....
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Posted: 4/19/2008 11:18:11 PM | I too embarked on a journey through Sarum
from the untouched pagean rocks
of stonehenge to the Roman greed
for land
ancient rituals
under the hunter's moon
the passage of history folowing the mosaic stories
unfolded through the eyes of the tribes
who through curiosity discovered
the vastness of a river
and the secrets left on a distant shore
they followed the food
a place to plant and lay down their claim
so many points of a map
long forgotten in today's world | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 9:31:01 AM | Brizo and Autumn, you might enjoy Poetic Eddas if you are looking for interesting ancient writings. A bit of a challenging read, but fun and interesting as well.
As for not wanting to live back then, there were many advantages that would astonish you I think if you could see the differences. I have been posting some serious stuff lately eh? Okay perhaps something more fun or twisted or raunchy is in order?
- HER TWINS -
A lady and friend who's name I'll not say
Was bragging to me once on a fine day
About her perky and sexy nice twins
Of course as a male, my mind ran to sins
I thought for a while that she meant twas blessed
And nicknamed her malmaries gracing her chest
Her perky sweet twins she thought of quite well
My mind thinking breasts was dreaming quite swell
Of course I am polite when friends talk of breast
I like many parts and love a nice chest
Of course in my thinking morals were cripple
As I pictured her bragging on each nipple
So bearing with me for a lustful male
She sent an attachment with her next e-mail
Her twins were of course her sweet girls, two daughters
Thus dashing my previous thoughts that were hotter
But that is the nature of twisted norse friends
I like and respect you but love your rear ends
My lady friends all are quite special and fun
Just keep my mind clean when things said and done!
- Erik - ( Based on a true story! Hehehehe,... ) | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 10:23:34 AM | Now that's the Erik we have come to know and love.  | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 11:39:00 AM |
As for not wanting to live back then, there were many advantages that would astonish you I think if you could see the differences
I guess I'm afraid I wouldn't have developed the ability to reason in old, superstitious times....our intellect generally reflects the knowledge available to us........and I would never have been allowed to live alone, as I do now. Women were nearly always married...I could see myself unhappy and shrewish...
Autumn, one day I would love to see the henges, and Europe. I doubt with my finances it will ever happen....there are henges all over the world, though England and Scotland have the highest concentration...Easter Island would be another cool thing to see...
Ever watched "Chariots of the Gods"? Makes you really think...... | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 2:37:52 PM | I came here to write something really dirty
do some flirting
but, I thought brizo was rich
son of a bytch
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Posted: 4/20/2008 3:00:24 PM | nope, no diamond collars here
but, I got one bud beer
I left $$ a long time ago
can't be bought, not this ho...
can't even be rented
though a few have tried
and later vented....
didn't really expect any honey
but even our kids didn't get his money
I guess that's why the rich stay rich
'cause they treat even family
liked a hired bytche | |
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Posted: 4/20/2008 5:21:30 PM | Actually in Norse society women had the right to divorce ( for a surprisingly large number of grounds ) single women and thinkers were not ill thought of, and of course the fate of much of Northern Europe was dictated by the wives of Vikings. For if the crops need harvesting at a certain time of year ( and she ran the household affairs including often deciding which crops to grow in certain seasons ), then of course the husband would need to be back to help. So if corn was grown they might only raid Frisia and England due to a short growing season while winter wheat would allow for a longer sea voyage hence places like Spain, North Africa, or Italy could be hit by the longboats!
Women were highly revered and respected during that time period. So if you were alive in Northern Europe during the Viking age, I think you would not have much issue. Also people were a LOT smarter and more advanced back then than you may have realized. If you want a stronger glimpse in Viking society, read Njal's Saga or Hrafnekl's Saga. I think that you will be pleasantly surprised by some of the things you read and also by the blatant honesty of everyone from commoners to criminals.
"Let the ill versed judge, and the well versed know." - Skjold
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Posted: 4/20/2008 5:28:42 PM | hmm, reminds me of the Brehon Laws, which were surprisingly just and well thought out....we could use some of those in our legal system......you're right though, I am pretty ignorant about it.....
got something to get off my chest, not directed at you in any way, Erik...
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tools
I've no idea what to say
to your stalking, anyway
the nonsense that's occurred
is really quite absurd
I'm getting deja vu
we were here last year, too
you've got an addlepated head
did you forget to take your meds?
I should just rise above
when push comes to shove
but you've been coming after me
stinging like a bee
and I'm so sick of you
and what you do..... | |
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Posted: 4/21/2008 7:15:28 AM | All too common it appears
that stalkers draw near
silently they creep in
then odd occurrences do begin
at first so kind and charming
then words become quite harming
we are left to wonder why
so many in this world cause me to sigh.....
Didn't intend to come in to write about stalking, yet your above write kind of inspired it? Hope you get that under control Brizo my friend
Now to perhaps a more peaceful note.....
My eyes flutter open
a tender smile crosses my lips
awake does my body
as to my side I shift my hips
there beside me
a picture of you is near
eyes that warm a soul
take away any fear
such a vision
puts me at ease to begin my day
rise I do quietly this morn
tucked are you inside my heart now as I make my way | |
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