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Posted: 5/4/2008 5:54:09 PM | nah, had been with my boyfriend for three and a half years, realized he wasn't ever going to ask me, realized I wasn't sure I would say yes if he did, realized I probably cared more for him than I had anyone in a decade, and I still may have said no....
Then I came to the realization perhaps I wasn't the marrying kind. But I still wondered what it was like to try on the ring and the dress, the fairy tale stuff, so I got that out of my system. If I ever feel like trying that stuff on again, I'll do it again. Anything to get past that fairy tale sh!t....you should get married because you can't imagine not having that person in your life, not because you want a ring and a gown...*sigh*......still, packing away my little girl princess dream was a hard thing....I AM female, after all....
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this seems kind of fitting right now, then maybe I'll pack it away too...
he
he has to have
the right kind of smell
something to quicken
my body can tell
I'll never feel
my sense of self sold
and blending won't seem
like a compromise
but doubling resources
and strengthening ties
a glance at each other
is all it will take
to know the direction
of decisions we make
something about him
will make my blood sing
and looking at him
will never get old
and we'll be sweethearts
until I am cold
LS 4/15/08
Agency of Special Hoping, Wabbits.... | |
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Posted: 5/4/2008 6:40:34 PM | | Can I come over and play fairy tale stuff too? I love putting on pretty dresses and hey whats wrong with dreaming? | |
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Posted: 5/4/2008 7:41:32 PM | nothing, sweets.....but it's no substitute for a real, warm man...and I get worried that looking into the clouds I miss opportunities right in front of me...
My old roomate Susan and I were so poor when we first separated from our husbands, we would go to the mall and try on prom gowns for entertainment....or have glama night, where you exfoliate and do your nails and eyebrows and put on face masks etc....god, I loved that woman, she was so much more than just a pretty face....
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missing Monroe
A flight of a New hot-bird rises... I'm bein told
updraft is just full of surprises, men are sold
her smile, her legs, her sexy dress
that woman was a gorgeous mess
spilling curves and the voice of a child
platinum hair, by power beguiled
something about her made you want to protect her
and hide her away from public conjecture
first, last & Alyosha's Poems | |
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Posted: 5/10/2008 9:45:52 AM |
that woman was a gorgeous mess
is a poem - and a damned good one - all by itself! | |
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Posted: 5/10/2008 10:25:33 AM | | Definitely, good call! | |
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Posted: 5/11/2008 8:02:05 PM | Thank you guys....I always loved Candle in the Wind because it described Marilyn's touching vulnerability...
Jer, don't make yourself so scarce....eyestothesky, welcome to the thread. I appreciate both of you stopping by....
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Lynda the Leo
I remember you
mother
in your narrow yard
a surprise gardener
with your hollyhocks
red roses and daffodils
defender of rabbits
and benefactress
of birds
your snowy dog
trailing behind you
begging chocolate
he should not have
and your impossibly large
house plants
in your showcase home
filled with art, books
and love, always love
LS 05/11/08 | |
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Posted: 5/11/2008 8:46:49 PM | Mother’s day was once a day of celebration
Children scampering in to climb up
On your bed with home made cards
Of their little handprints
Sticky kisses
And breakfast in bed for 4
Under the covers we would disappear
Diving for toes to tickle
Squeals of little girls
Pretty dresses and curls
Now they are all grown up
With a life of their own
Empty bed syndrome
As they dream of the prom
Limos and boys
High heals and pride
We have made it
But something is missing
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Posted: 5/11/2008 9:50:18 PM | They'll come back, trailing their lambs behind them.... So, more toes to tickle, and a new dimension to Mother's Day..... | |
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Posted: 5/12/2008 5:30:41 AM | Three Rabbis discoursed
on the name of G-d:
“Why should His name,
blessed is He, be forbidden to us?”
asked the first.
“But what need do we have
of his name,” said the second,
pointing at the flowers, the mountains,
the stars.
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Posted: 5/12/2008 4:09:03 PM | good one, Jer....I am of the mindset of the second rabbi....
I read a book in which a woman learned the name of God, she traveled to Africa to find the tribe of Dan, who knew the name of God......cool series of books, beginning with Kushiel's Dart, you might enjoy them....
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Lynda the Leo
I remember you
mother
in your narrow yard
a surprise gardener
with your hollyhocks
red roses and daffodils
defender of rabbits
and benefactress
of birds
your snowy dog
trailing behind you
begging chocolate
he should not have
and your impossibly large
house plants
in your showcase home
filled with art, books
and love, always love
LS 05/11/08 | |
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Posted: 5/14/2008 10:26:15 AM | hmmm^^^^^^wrong thing on my clipboard, obviously....
bringing it home from I dunno where....
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Red Ball Rollers
golly, jeepers
I got my red ball rollers!
I could run faster,
jump higher -
I was an aerial flier!
hurtling off the shed with my billowing cape
gravity escape
I landed with a scud in sticky mud
mama whipped my butt for dirtying my shoes
looking at them now gave me the blues
I couldn't have my say and let her know
about the commercial before the show
showing all the things those shoes enhanced
and how I laced them up, entranced
LS 3/22/08 | |
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Posted: 5/15/2008 2:41:18 PM | I had a dream the other night.
I dreamed the world was warm and bright,
warm and bright, and edible,
every bit of it and everyone
(the hungry first) could come
and take a bite of it. And every bite
would taste like Grade A rib-steak,
barbecued chicken, hominy grits,
turnip greens, scalloped potatoes,
foie gras, tiramisu
or Twinkies, whatever gets you off
or fills you up
and sends you reeling to your comfortable
king-size bed and king-
or queen-souled lover! | |
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Posted: 5/15/2008 4:26:06 PM | ^^^^^^break me off a piece of that, Jer...
what, why, who, which
you can do it
thats the answer to life's meaning
there are no limits
to what wisdom we are gleaning
we live and learn and then we die
we come again without a why
we clasp our hands with another who
which lifetime will we find our clue
LS 4/20/08
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Posted: 5/15/2008 7:35:22 PM | inspired by our lovely hostess:
the bride
i’m walking down the street
just doing errands
and i pass by
a bridal shoppe
and i look in the window
at this fantastic bridal gown
with red accents
that are, frankly, more than accents
they’re integral
demarcating the bodice
widening out from the center
around to the back
comprising the center third of the train
and i think,
wow!
this is different
i could get on board with that
red has always resonated with me
bold
daring
hot
power
danger
standing out in the crowd
yep, that’s me
so, i go in the shoppe
it’s compelling
something i have to do
i must wear this dress
if, even, just once
since there’s no wedding
no fiancé
nowhere even close
not on the radar
i make a beeline for it
walk around the mannequin
examine the dress
from every angle
touch the fabric
rub it between my fingers
silky smooth
satiny soft
letting go
hear the sighing rustle
as the skirt settles into place
the proprietor approaches
mistakenly scenting her prey
asks when the wedding is
my mind goes blank
only momentarily
the lies spring to my lips
flowing mellifluously
it’s to be a fall wedding
he proposed only last night
this evening we’re looking at rings
i think i want a classic solitaire
large, but not too large
and i want a dress
that reflects me
my audacity
my spontaneity
my verve
this dress is it
oh, my dear, says she
you must try it on
tell me your size
and i’lll meet you
in the dressing room
when i put it on
it fits like a glove
i sashay to and fro
admiring the dress
as it conforms to my body
and swishes delightfully
as i move about
damn!
i look good
and i‘m thinking
if only…
and the proprietor asks
about the bridesmaids
thinking of additional revenue
and i say, well
i’m thinking four
my three friends from college
and my best friend for maid of honor
of course, they don’t know yet
but, we’ve discussed the prospect
and i’d like them to wear
what suits their forms
but, all in the same color
now, i’m thinking red
oh, yes
white, black and red
a black-tie affair
accented in red
i affect to note the time
oh, my
i must away
to meet my fiancé
and select the ring
i thank you, madam
for everything
i disrobe
divesting the splendor
leaving naught but
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Posted: 5/16/2008 4:15:26 AM | Were we split from the same egg? The one I was looking at was red, too.....thanks for stopping by and leaving that......
better get this out of the way before it's summer.....
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spring '08
moving across the northwest
greening as it goes
spring arrives
in sprouts, shoots
and bogland
04/12/08
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Posted: 5/16/2008 1:02:47 PM |
what, why, who, which you can do it thats the answer to life's meaning there are no limits to what wisdom we are gleaning we live and learn and then we die we come again without a why we clasp our hands with another who which lifetime will we find our clue
Who, what, why, when...
I see you in your maze of interrogatives
and wonder what if each of us
was limited to no more than one.
Who am I?
What do I need that I don’t have now?
Why do I search and search and search?
When will I have the answer?
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Posted: 5/16/2008 5:11:08 PM | hmmm, torn between what do I need that I don't have now and Why do I search and search and search....I figured out I'll never have the answer, so when isn't a concern...
a commentary
that nasty pic
from biker planet
wish they'd up
and ban it
no finesse
repulsive kiss
the ponytail there
for him to twist?
and that dude has
at least three chins
he makes my stomache
have the spins... | |
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Posted: 5/19/2008 2:17:18 PM | hmm, I think I need to leave the "e" off stomache, stomach.....yup, I think that's right....
I've been reading about Karma, and manifestation....so lately I've been thinking a great deal about it and my writing reflects that....
synergy
a weed is a state of mind
overgrown negativity
many times you'll find
it's aided by passivity
we fight against what's bad
giving it our energy
instead of seeking out the good
and harnessing our synergy
LS 5/16/08
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Which leaves me wondering when I'll have to pay for the snarky poem above.... | |
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Posted: 5/20/2008 7:33:39 PM | speaking of what the eye sees or wants to
fashioning a sending that appeals
is a different target in another dimension
than doing the dance of meaning
lifting the lid on the pot and smelling what you stir
is it possible to be dangerous with a spoon?
preconcieved and packaged ,minor and major misconceptions
the lies we live with and those we can't live without
are as much a truth within their own reality
as the man with the kool aid eyes insists
I hope you never stop finding it hard to swallow
Surviving as a complex entity
dancing on the points we make,
we hop from foot to foot
sharp is the reminder of our weight
planting ,weeding, pruning ..
we fashion one life's fate
uneven in completion,
flower to root
can we divide the act from action ,
con from consequence
from a matrix of the matricies of scale
your slice of time encapsulated ,
a backward glancing tale
alternating alternatives,
sorting ..the senseless into sense
the third verse is for each of us to write,
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Posted: 5/20/2008 9:19:18 PM | Transend ? the third verse is for each of us to write?
but why within a matrix doom this fatel blow
should we not in eyes full glance shelter fateful bliss
sence common yet rendered no sence as beat of ones heart
trickle down to into arms longing more than words as touch
seeking differs from one too another as drops of rain that fall
flakes upon a season leaves rustling to the wind
what the eye see's is cast of ancient spells
FormUmmz no opinion but this
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Posted: 5/21/2008 2:11:17 AM | either self authored or ghost written
that choice is yours
nothing we can do that isnt part of it
even choosing a premature final scene
deciding that all that matters is love
to be the string to be plucked
or just another plucker
choose | |
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Posted: 5/21/2008 3:32:06 AM | I tried to make a cake for you today
The kids were so excited
They licked the bowl clean
BEFORE I baked it!!!
So now I have to sing
Like my voice so are my words
OUTTA tune
Although I do believe you’ll get the gist
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIZO
psst the candles are only a state
Bit like Alzheimer’s
Let’s forget for I remember
How to party *wink*
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Posted: 5/21/2008 5:52:42 AM | Transcend, top shelf again! I really enjoyed that, and choose love, though perhaps not always the romantic form...we are surrounded by family and friends and pets as well....even my gardening is creative and nurturing, if I choose it to be....
FormUmzz, (hope this is right) thanks for stopping by, and leaving your write.
AD, darling girl! Thanks for remembering my birthday. I ended up calling in the day before and my workmates ate my birthday treat! I'm serious, all of it! I had to laugh, they said they thought about me, I pointed out they probably mentioned what a good thing I wasn't there so they could split my portion......
Had a decent birthday, heard from both girls, did a major lot of gardening with my partial day off, and my sis took me out for dinner AND I had baklava and Lindt truffles In THE SAME DAY....wooo...I'm living large now (in more ways than one)
being alive
of being alive
I confess I'm quite fond
in reaching this goal
I'm above and beyond
I'm not of the mindset
that all birthdays suck
cause if you don't have one
you've run out of luck
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Posted: 5/21/2008 11:08:17 AM | Just stopping in
as always tantalizing writes I do find
upon these pages to peak my mind....
Post #1364...was a delight to read truly, I enjoyed that one. Always loved the colour red to, but have yet to see this colour within a wedding dress...would be cool though.
My mind draws blank
how can this be
perhaps I'll return
when words floating again I see!
Be well Brizo.... Wabby | |
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Posted: 5/23/2008 2:04:50 AM | the middle path
the buddha taught
the middle path
middle as in neutral
middle as in centered
investigate and penetrate
the core
of life
of all things
examine the problem
analyze the findings
understand the truth
own it
happy birthday, brizo!!
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