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Posted: 4/21/2008 11:04:46 AM | Her life spent with you
hadn't been just hell..
Just like all the rest
Got tired of you as well
You didn’t turn her on
You just turned her off
She grabbed your "nutz"
Just to hear you “coff” | |
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Posted: 4/21/2008 7:59:24 PM | Eye guy, I spied that with my little eye in first, last. Thanks for leaving it here...
Wabbit, just a flare up on my part, the internet can introduce you to some pretty cool people....it can also expose you to a few whack jobs....and it was full moon last night.... Soon, it will be more than a picture you'll wake up to...
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equalization
I'm going to run rings
around your condescension
your lofty self invention
you'll look for me
but I will be behind you
be careful,
you're so sneeringly unkind, you
weighted down with self importance
you're ungainly and pedantic
with a well placed foot
I'll trip you with my silly seeming antics
blink your eyes and there I'll be beside you
could this buffoon potentially deride you?
look about before you dish humiliation
and chortle with your self congratulation
you better note the placement of the clown
'cause he's the one who's going to bring you down
LS 3/29/08
Daily Poet | |
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Posted: 4/21/2008 8:59:39 PM | I can't for the life of me title my poems like you do - if the name isn't there I expect it to be lost in the words on the page.
We stopped at the Canadian inland water’s home
Near the lift bridge and watched as a big freighter
Chugged along like a pregnant goose
There was a little stone island in the bay covered in birds
They seemed to be swirling in a vortex of illusion
The contrast of gulls and a mysterious black bird
Was striking and I wondered what it would feel like
To stand in the middle of their circle
The energy and movements of their wings
50 or so nesting in the trees
Slanted trees growing sideways out of the rock
A paradise of rapture, a symphony
As the calls rose and fell in the breeze
And my spirit returned from the humdrum
I could not put a name to the black sleek birds with the long necks
They never touched the water although their beaks were full of nourishment
For their young
Next time I shall catch them on film
Sunday under the bridge
Soaking up the atmosphere and sunset. | |
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Posted: 4/23/2008 5:54:36 PM | I think it would feel really guano, Autumn.....
We went once to see the locks and Mackinaw bridge, great trip! Oh, and Sleepy Bear dunes, too....
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tapestry
I wouldn't even begin to know how
to efface you ,
erase you
by now you've become such a part of the weave of me
the joy of choosing you - the pain of losing you
when you took your leave of me
shaped by grieving what others perceive of me
cold sharp edges were softened by sorrow
a rounded vessel to hold a tomorrow
LS 04/05/08
Stanzas, Sacred Act of Storytelling | |
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Posted: 4/25/2008 6:55:19 PM | Bounced off your line in unfinished.... had to send it here too.
No time for Karma
no questions to clear
I won't seek my answers
when clouded by fear
No time for Karma
no past left undone
what's over is over
the future has begun
No time for Karma
or unfinished doubt
life living fully
is what it's about
No time for Karma
get with today
making my own life
living my way
No time for Karma
I'm dancing the light
fantastic sojourns
of Dharmic delight. | |
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Posted: 4/25/2008 8:27:39 PM | Hey Ravin, try reading that manuscript (no time for karma) , it's pretty interesting....
alternate ending
Inside us all....regardless of origin....
there's a heart that's steadily beating
a hand reaching for companionship
eyes silently entreating
a mouth that's made for a smile
voice longing to say hello
legs that will always run to love
two arms that will never let go
you walk surrounded by loneliness
it makes me sad just to look
I want to rewrite your story
and change the end of the book
LS 4/05/08
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Posted: 4/25/2008 10:33:10 PM | dancing the light
Lovely!! (We'll leave fantastic to another time. . . .) | |
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Posted: 4/26/2008 6:19:01 AM |
Inside us all... regardless of origin
&c.
Sad, and marvellous! | |
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Posted: 4/26/2008 6:36:49 AM | tink yew, Jer...
got a bunch written for other people again, so I'll post those a while......
for humor, and silver
dance on
in your red shoes
the embers of your life
a hearthstone
the sweetest days could lie ahead
the swan song gains meaning through retrospect
it is the deeper well that rewards the seeker
with water cold, and fresh
LS 3/22/08 | |
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Posted: 4/26/2008 12:52:33 PM | - THE PLAYGROUND, BOY MEETS GIRL -
They met at the usual place
The playground was full and high pace
The boy saw the girl that he liked
And crossing the grounds then he hiked
He smiled and she smiled back at him
He focused on her through the din
The others played wild all around
But hanging out with her he found
A purpose to talk to the girl
A meeting, he'd give it a whirl
"You look really nice in that dress."
He said, though it sounded a mess
She smiled and she thanked him right then
Now the ball was in his court again
He focused and then said "I'm Tim."
She giggled as she looked at him.
"I'm Cathy." she introduced back
Aware of his technique in lack
"Nice to meet you." He then said
What next? Raced on by in his head
"Do you like playing here Cathy?"
She smiled and nodded quite carefree
He thought if he could just stand out
Perhaps it would kill fear and doubt
"You're pretty, I bet so's your mom."
His line seemed like it just might bomb
But Cathy seemed flattered and smiled
"Why thank you!" She grinned unbeguild
"Well maybe we could play some time?"
He said with an uncertain mind
And Cathy who stood there with friends
Said "Maybe, it all just depends,..."
Well this seemed to be going well
At least as far as he could tell
"Do you like chocolate like me?"
He asked as he worked nerve boldly
She giggled and nodded to Tim
He thought to himself he might win
"Hey Cathy I've got some chocolate,
If you want some too?" No debate
She got up and said "Just for me?"
He nodded as proud as could be
"C'mon with me. It isn't far!"
So they both left the nightclub and bar!
- Erik - ( Bet you though it was about kids! Hahahaha,... )     | |
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Posted: 4/27/2008 9:31:11 PM | ^^^^^^^^^
yeah, I did....been a loooong time since I thought of the bar as a playground, more like social torture to me now...
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this was for Brawny.....
warm nose tonight
I'm no muse
but I feel for you
been in those shoes
this gave my heart a tug
here's a hug
for what it's worth
your broken hearth
no cause for mirth
was mopping my floor
dreaded bore of a chore
checking in before bed
this made my heart sore
I was kind of rooting for ya,
hope it's just a weird mood
and tomorrow's all good
another thing
I like your rhymes
might not drop a line
but I read them every time
3/23/08
Terse verse on a hood | |
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Posted: 5/2/2008 8:19:23 PM | mr. malaprop
for sheer principal of the matter....
I listen to him natter
laying down his verbal patter
mangling language to a tatter
I supress a smile
avoid eye contact for awhile
not laughing is a trial
till I can look up without guile
Oh, save me from this malaprop
I've nearly given up all hope
a rescue ring so I can cope
just a little conversational rope
LS 4/21/08
Erik's and first, last | |
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Posted: 5/2/2008 9:31:41 PM | Brizo I sense a Sylvia Plath like emotional intensity in your verse.  Very good! | |
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Posted: 5/2/2008 10:01:44 PM | sorry i haven’t visited more
surely hope, you’re not sore
life kinda got in the way
not much more, i can say
liking the reads i see
talented poets, i agree
topics vary, far and wide
all seem to hit their stride
ready, again, to dish
here, with the fish
i do know all will see
i am just being me
as it should be | |
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Posted: 5/2/2008 10:08:16 PM | *ahem* hey missy, nice try at diversion....so, are you going to say yes?
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From A New Poetry Game, also posted in Om's...
Main Entry: brume
Pronunciation: \'brüm\
Function: noun
Etymology: French, mist, winter, from Old Occitan bruma, from Latin, winter solstice, winter; akin to Latin brevis short — more at brief
Date: 1808
: mist, fog
— bru·mous \'brü-m?s\ adjective
The pervert
spring dances
precocious lolita
the old man lays
a brumous finger
lecherous blasphemy
against her swelling breast
Wow, what I've read of Sylvia Plath is very, very good.....stark stuff, it hurts but you can't look away......so, thank you for the fabulous compliment!
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Posted: 5/3/2008 12:35:29 PM | what diversion? the answer was in there.
i said, "i can't give you an answer now." hence, "postponed"... | |
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Posted: 5/3/2008 1:01:07 PM | *sigh* ......
well, I think you should have line dancing to the Ramone's at your reception....
Just an idea....
I wish anyone were even on the radar....though I have had my head turned locally a couple times this week. Not sure if their heads were turned though...you know?
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The practical benefits of materialization from a Star Trek observer who always thought Spock was hotter and James Kirk was an intergalactic slut
Everyone who attracts me on POF
is thousands of miles away
teleportation, we need it I say
just think, no more gas,
(heh, in one afternoon I've solved global warming)
you could just pop in
and surprise their ass
make sure your kids
pay attention in class
is your spouse screwing around?
Just pop in the bedroom
have a look around
did you leave the iron on
pop back and check it
pop into their shower
to see them nekkid
well, I'm sure you can see
the practical applications
now I'm gonna go pee
so no bathroom materializations
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Posted: 5/3/2008 4:29:26 PM | In 1956 Alfred Bester wrote a book about a future in which "jaunting" a form of teleportation was commonplace. His ideas about how society would be affected ,including a return to Victorian style mores and many protective restrictions on women , made the idea significantly less appealing. More recently the novel and movie Jumper addressed the same issue ... I think the actuality of jumping would be a major freakout ..especially for those that couldn't or wouldnt..
though it would be fun to see if 2 could fit in your shower... | |
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Posted: 5/3/2008 4:46:50 PM | I'll have to rent that movie...have you read "The Time Traveller's Wife"? This guy jumps in time within his own life....
I know, I was thinking how would we keep our privacy intact? I'm glad you recognized the tongue in cheek aspect....
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sundae
with whipped cream on the side
shapeless
and past our expiration date
we regard each other
oh, you were a sight once
with your stiff peaks, nut sprinkles
and cherry garnish
such a grand girl
that you delighted
even in your decline
first, last and Om's palms | |
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Posted: 5/3/2008 5:49:41 PM | haven't read that one..Ill write it down and watch for it at the book stores I haunt
(between Goodwill and Half Price I accumulate bags of books i end up bringing into to work and giving away.. spreading literacy like a benign virus - while keeping at least a trail open thru my house..)
the chocolate skated across top and slid safely into a cherry
the shivers of cold pulsating from the freezer were just a memory
how long could the whipped cream hold out?
before the sides collapsed everything fell in
I wasn't going to wait
I had the spoon
it was my time
to blow the diet...
but wait .. my pancreas is calling the governor
praying for a last second stay
will power is returning
the spoon slips out
the moment is gone
that was close...
meltdown
no calories
cats win again | |
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Posted: 5/3/2008 6:25:44 PM | that would never happen in my house.....lindt truffles don't stand a chance, and I'm trying right now to talk myself out of a bowl of chocolate chip cookie dough with maple syrup....
It is my firm belief that my wacky family is just self medicating through sugar....maybe we all have low blood sugar. Perhaps there are undiscovered mental benefits to eating sugar, or we just like stimulating our endocrine glands and increasing our serotonin levels. But dad will get up in the middle of the night and eat chocolate and peanut butter...
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aria
I listen to the cantatrici
with my heart
melodic pens applying subtle art
spinning language into songs
approaching the cadenza
one by one
capturing the moment
with cachet
grace that lingers
as the last notes
fade away
LS 04/11/08
A New Poetry Game, Patchworking for the mother
I remember you describing this "egegrious breach".....I believe you called it....
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Posted: 5/3/2008 6:27:59 PM |
well, I think you should have line dancing to the Ramone's at your reception....
i kid you not...i went to a bar mitzvah, and that's almost what happened...'til i interceded. the dj had 3 dancers, and they were setting up for some line dance, and he began playing the ramones, and they started doing it. well, i had been waiting several hours for them to play my ramones request...so, i got up and showed them how it was done. line dance interrupted... somehow, that didn't make the poem...
today you are a man
i am so proud of you today
my firstborn son
you read your portion of the torah
and gave a speech that shows
indeed, you are a man
the mitzvahs you will perform
donating 10% of your gifts
toward camp scholarships
promoting book donations
to an inner city school
building its first library
i am so proud of you today
my firstborn son
we have had many firsts
i recall the joy and wonder
of holding you in my arms
realizing i held a miracle
i recall the nights of no sleep
trying to soothe and comfort you
i remember all the milestones
from smallest to largest
when i sent you off the first day of school
i thought my heart would burst
when i brought home your little brother
you said, “this is my baby!”
and, though you will deny it
you are a very good big brother
i am so proud of you today
my firstborn son
i can barely even speak these words
my love for you chokes my voice
i look forward to many more firsts
as you continue your path to adulthood
and beyond
for, though today you are a man
you’ll always be my little boy
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Posted: 5/3/2008 9:06:47 PM | yOU TWO ...bRIZO AND hUMOR! LOL TOO FREAKIN' FUNNY!
tHIS news of Humormonger...is quite tittilating! lolll
Brizo...are you gonna dance at her Weddin? lol
Lovely words you two capture...true friends. ... I see
in the words and humor!
Maybe soon we will all get a chance to Dance at Brizoooooooos weddin'
A lovely lady that deserves a good man...
I know she has been picturein' him in the kitchen! lol
As have I? ...lol Sophias instructions are not complying!
I told her...sometimes ...I never get to bed!
Can't get the crap outta the kitchen!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: 5/3/2008 9:25:47 PM | good god, mmmmmy, I'm almost breaking out in hives here.....I have an allergy to wedding bands....
I did, however, try on wedding rings a few years ago. Realizing I was probably never going to get married (it doesn't seem to suit me very well), I just wondered what an engagement ring looked like on my hand.
Then, I tried on some gowns, I was feeling pretty good after drinking with my third shift work buddies Friday morning. I was driving around the square to go home, spied a great wedding gown with red in it, and thought....why not? So I just wanted to try it on, but it seemed you had to be a bride, so....I lied. The more I lied the more fun it became. I could not believe my astonishing facility at these lies which were dropping from my mouth! I tried on lots of gowns, at least five. So in one afternoon I satisfied my wedding craving (I knew I just wanted the fairy tale junk) and my craving to tell a lie, which I normally don't allow myself.
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dean
but for a man in Washington
the road not traveled
a heart unraveled
sometimes,
I can still smell pines
and ocean tang
and Seabeck
beckons
4/14/08
first, last and Pummeling | |
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Posted: 5/3/2008 9:33:10 PM |  Wowwwwwwwwwww ...girleeeeee...if you did all that...seems the smell of a man somewhere musta been jangelin' yur chains...
Oh...yeah!!!!!...
lol hmmmmmmmm... must be a goodie too!
cause I know you...my friend don't mess around wit dat! lol!
Well...imagining is the prelude to the happening....remember what Sweet sophia says!
loll....dam dang her...I have been doin' it...
the one that showed up in the kitchen....well..wasn't the one I expected....
But ...how the hell am I to know?????????
I did what she said.....
Damn...is this what I am stuck with????
maybe it is...
Shit...lol Truth ...stranger than Fiction!  | |
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