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Posted: 5/23/2008 5:44:24 AM | Thanks S....boy, you were up late, or early....
next will be silly stuff...
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try real doll dot com for your dollies
and continue right on with your jollies
but the price is "real" steep
you might try a sheep
or other pastoral follies
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Wilbur
Got the Slickest pig in town
his spelling is of great renown
I took him to the county fair
and he impressed the judges there
and so he lives in country peace
among the sheep, the cows and geese
to light a fire & first, last, Erik the Viking's | |
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Posted: 5/23/2008 3:29:15 PM | ESS AND EM
Rack and Pinion used to be into
S. & M., chains, leather, whips
and long, punishing silences,
but now they're bored
with all that stuff. They're not looking
into each other's eyes,
exactly, but they're looking,
looking: a threesome, a foursome, snuff
movies... Oh, what? They roam
the bars and beaches, looking.
Aware and yet unaware
of the eyes that are sizing them up.
The summer has many a surprise
in store for all of us. | |
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Posted: 5/23/2008 6:20:08 PM |
The summer has many a surprise
in store for all of us.
Indeed? Well, I could use some positive excitement here... have to be careful what you wish for...
I took my silly beagle Sue for a two mile brisk walk, and ended up having to carry her the last half mile! She is old, but gawd! Since I'm trying that interval stuff I figured her 15 extra lbs or so was one of the extra exertion intervals.....I'm sure the neighbors will be mentioning that peculiar sight... Maybe I should pull a wagon next time...
Thanks for stopping by Jer...  I have endless silly stuff, so here's the next steaming pile...
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Suckin' Sally asked for a coors
when she sauntered through the western doors
she strolled to the jukebox just shaking her ass
and asked for money as bold as brass
and they produced their change like lemmings
bobbing adams apples, hawings and hemmings
and somehow formed a jostling line
for a dance with Sally in three quarter time
first, last & parables of dreams or prose | |
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Posted: 5/23/2008 9:49:09 PM | | Hey Brizo, I love your silly stuff...not enough of that around. Also, just want to mention I just had dinner with Crow and her Man and one of her daughters. She's awesome (and they're not too shabby either) LMAO. I highly recommend the experience! If you get a chance to go to her poetry fest, I'm sure you'll have a blast! | |
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Posted: 5/23/2008 10:04:57 PM | | Hey I highly recommend the experience too. Wish I could have been there with you ladies. | |
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| Brizo's poems
Posted: 5/23/2008 11:41:48 PM |  aWEsome sophia! bid her good tidings on her journey to evermore! Sounds like fun! Ya'all are havin' too much fun!   | |
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Posted: 5/24/2008 12:07:02 AM | | Nah. No *way* to have too much fun. . . . | |
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Posted: 5/24/2008 12:38:23 AM | | ^^^^^I'll second that! | |
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Posted: 5/24/2008 6:21:43 AM | I’d say a democratic vote
We are unanimous
this lizard from downunder
is missing the laughs from her space
ok and the boys too…
only Brizo would understand *wink* 
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Posted: 5/25/2008 10:15:40 AM | Thanks, Yokoh...sometimes I feel like I'm not very smart or dignified when all that wants to come out are jangles....I do wonder if I missed my calling in advertising...
I would love to meet Ravin and her family....would love to meet all of you, really....Autumn and Ravin have met several times...
Heck, mmmmmy and I both live in Ohio and have never met...someday...and Woobs isn't really all that far away....
But my everlasting dream is to visit Oz...there are plants and animals there I've only seen in zoos, and I have seen what I keep as houseplants growing as vegetation in the glossy books a friend sent me...oh, and they have this amazing woman there...
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bringing more silly stuff home...
farmer
the dough won't rise
without the yeast
the plow won't pull
without the beast
the weather is a factor
when you fire up your tractor
so turn your cap
to gap the sun
and make some food
for everyone
I thank you for your labor
when my fork is filled with flavor
and though your truck
drives way too slow
to check your fields
and how they grow
I know
your ceaseless summer work
supplies me with an autumn perk | |
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Posted: 5/25/2008 10:59:17 AM | Not sure why you aren’t meeting each other
Making the world a smaller place
Invite a poet for a sleepover
Enjoy telling stories and sharing who you are
In real life
Double date
I wanted to meet as many of us
As I can
We share this space together
So why not real life?
Plan a picnic
So many possibilities
And I know you all have imagination
Ravin is coming here for a sleepover in June
With her man
She is on her way to another adventure
And my house is on the way
Believe me it is an experience you will never forget
To hear someone read their poetry around a camp fire
The journey to the promised land
With good people
The poetfest in August is a start
For those who live close enough
To camp out under the stars
And share a magical escape from every day life
With real people who aren’t pretentious
Take the chance to fulfill dreams. | |
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Posted: 5/25/2008 12:06:22 PM | | hey Rizo, I like your silly stuff also. It's steaming with wit. | |
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Posted: 5/25/2008 9:55:11 PM | Hi Autumn. Well, we probably haven't met because my apathy is a BIG factor....not that I feel apathetic towards anyone, but anything that requires effort lately seems to defeat me before I even get started...
Om, thank you for that compliment....I'll put it in the treasure box to pull out against a bad day...
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this is your day of reckoning
you wanted to be so cool
but fate twisted
raw fisted
and made you a fool
it feels like a movie
as you wave goodbye
hear your mother cry
screwed up
locked up
and set to die | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 4:59:17 PM | we are rivers
running to the sea of you
soon the slow flowing of us
who so want to just be with you
will be waves
washing blue blue blue
on your shore | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 9:08:47 PM | why isnt it enough to feel the way we can
close our eyes for at least a touch or two
once tasted deeper we are driven mad
knowing that half hearted will not do
it isnt just about with whom
that knowledge is important to discover
its what we did to open our doors
that made it more than just another lover
At what price do we find the point
where wanting morphs to willing, once again
seeking mind a subtle search
unlikely that we last until it ends..... | |
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Posted: 5/26/2008 9:54:10 PM | sometimes we wish we were the mountain
rock strong companion to sun, moon and stars
forgetting how in the lowly shadowed valley
the butterflies gentle wings
are the first breath of a great typhoon
wingbeats as soft as petals, snowflakes
kissing the golden grasses like loving ghosts
who never dreamt of death | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 4:22:43 AM |
we are rivers
running to the sea of you
soon the slow flowing of us
who so want to just be with you
will be waves
washing blue blue blue
on your shore
Poetry flows out of you,
doesn't it, as if you were helpless
to do otherwise?
You might intend
to ask for a loaf of bread
at the bakery
but a poem would issue from your mouth. | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 5:44:25 AM | just pretty words
strung together
like lights on a garland
just pretty words
i found in the silence
in the spaces of me
just pretty words
like petals bobbing
above green stem
rootless in heart of stone
just pretty words
do not a poem make
they are just
pretty words
curiously perfect
from the flaw of me | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 5:07:02 PM | transcend, probably because it's a lie in some part of ourselves...I have learned that that extra attraction keeps things together when we would drift away, or consider the relationship too much of a project.....but with some relationships there's that undefineable something that you just can't let go of....
Jer, you are always so lavish with praise, a favorite character trait I admire in you....
wow, silver...thank you so much! Alyosha's right, you are a breathing poem...
our flaws are what molds us...I am digging this one out of mothballs for you.....
seed pearl
Is it the break of you?
fate folded in a hat
what you perceive as negative
could be the start of you
the struggling part of you
the mistake of you
could be the make of you
and how you used it
as a strength
began the whirl of you
the tiny seed to work against
could be the pearl of you
©LS 10/14/07 | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 10:01:01 PM | Each day we wish life away
In hopes that tomorrow
Will be brighter
And a comet will fall from the sky
Waking us up to encompass change
To listen to our hearts
And all the love inside
A hand painting us into the picture
Living for the moment
As children we did it naturally
Hung over railings to watch the creeks fill up
With the swelling rain
Blew dandelion seeds to sail over our heads
With a wish to grow out of our dreams
I sometimes think we forget
That child inside
As life moves on by us we stand
In the middle confused
Not so sure any more
Then the artist takes his brush
And on the sidewalk paints our day
To gallop wildly amid the merry-go-round
As it takes flight o’er the fields and flowers
The gentle moors of scented heather
We breathe the change
Escape if you will
To the calming serenity
Of our imagination. | |
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Posted: 5/27/2008 11:04:55 PM | oh brizo, i'm printing that one out and on the fridge it goes. grateful thanks.
such a long journey
from one poor splinter
to a rope of nacre
resplendant like you
so linger here i shall
slowly forming myself
under your kindness
imperfect in possibility | |
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Posted: 5/28/2008 10:12:25 AM |
the butterflies gentle wings
are the first breath of a great typhoon
and the lights by which we navigate
at night are the headstones of long-dead stars.
The earth is the cold, grave graveyard
of fires that consumed themselves
and then went out. | |
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Posted: 5/28/2008 12:30:03 PM | i was foolish to think
that even now in this mad gyre
spinning toward abandonment, loss
that there would be that place
where a thought could grow
and be kept awake, sheltered
from the locusts and the cold damp dark
do you think it is easy here
shut away from the heat of the world
with the November rains darkening my door
things start breaking up in the wet darkness
the molded floorboards fall from us
and the seasons fly from us across fields unseen
and there you stand on your street corner
stiff with rhetoric saying nothing
i have not heard before | |
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Posted: 5/28/2008 2:51:52 PM | | Lovely words to read. And silly sonnets to keep. Thanks for allowing transient movers to glide through. | |
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Posted: 5/28/2008 3:05:09 PM | Lost in plain sight
As throngs of people
Passed by looking for
Their own way
From here to there.
She watched as each passed
Singing rhymes to their gait
'There goes Bob-by
Life's his hob-by'
As the teen sauntered by.
She tried to rhyme herself
In her mind, changing speed
With each 4 steps
Nothing fit
No rhymes of her own.
She wandered slowly until
She realized she had now reached
The summit of aimlessness
Standing at its' peak
Pondering up or down.
And still she felt solitude
Within the throngs that
Passed her by
Looking for their own way
From here to there.
vps
oncelucid
28 May 2008 | |
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