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Posted: 5/28/2008 9:55:07 PM | Autumn, I need someone to remind me to play. That trip to the Waterpark this winter taught me a lesson about myself and how stuck in my ways (and a pain in the a*s*s) I have become.
Jer, if the earth is a graveyard it is also a birthplace...and hearthstone for our fires of dreams...
Silver, whenever I think of decay I like to look at flowers. Without the nutrients from decay, they wouldn't be fertilized enough to bloom. The universe never loses matter, just rearranges it...
lucid, you can rest at this motel as often as you like before you move on.....like you, sometimes I feel the most alone surrounded by a crowd...
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yellow beak
I love the starlings
because
they are common
they talk with yellow beaks
and flutter in the tall grass
and swagger about proudly
unaware
that they are common
LS 5/06/08 | |
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Posted: 5/29/2008 7:07:41 AM |
yellow beak
I love the starlings
because
they are common
they talk with yellow beaks
and flutter in the tall grass
and swagger about proudly
unaware
that they are common
LS 5/06/08
So much like us in that last respect! How much I admire your economy! | |
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Posted: 5/30/2008 7:10:21 AM | So much like us in that last respect
believe me, at work I find out just how "common" the common man can act.....customer service, not for the faint of heart.... You know what though, I get to meet some awesome people too, and they make my day!
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victim
Not afraid of the dark?
revealing moon
silver searchlight
sober, stark
supress wild shiver
surprised by feral eyes
we all swam once
in the archetypal river
and we remember
how we spilled our blood
to tooth and claw and beak
with a dying quiver
Great Virtue
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RANT: I just saw the pictures of the uncontacted tribe in the Amazon basin. If a person knew about something like that, something so miraculous......WHY would this person do a flyover and basically expose this tribe and their uncorrupted lifestyle to the rest of the world? He just wanted to prove they existed.....sounds like pure ego to me.... | |
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Posted: 5/30/2008 10:38:32 AM | ""victim
Not afraid of the dark?
revealing moon
silver searchlight
sober, stark
supress wild shiver
surprised by feral eyes
we all swam once
in the archetypal river
and we remember
how we spilled our blood
to tooth and claw and beak
with a dying quiver""
moment of brilliance
explosion in the stark room
then
the speeding up
of the train
then
impact
tied to the rails of your words
amputating fear | |
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Posted: 5/30/2008 4:12:06 PM |
victim
Not afraid of the dark?
revealing moon
silver searchlight
sober, stark
supress wild shiver
surprised by feral eyes
we all swam once
in the archetypal river
and we remember
how we spilled our blood
to tooth and claw and beak
with a dying quiver
If this were to be your last poem (God forbid!), you could look back on your career and know that you have always written honorably and well. What would you do if (God forbid) you did not write poetry? | |
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Posted: 5/30/2008 5:35:01 PM |  Jer and silver.....thanks for the compliments!
Jer, unfortunately I don't get paid so this is a hobby and not a career...
I was wondering about the subconscious reaction we feel when we look into a pair of silvery eyes....even though we're usually not in any danger...
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wail
wail
vocalize your grief
to keen against the sky
sometimes
we touch the animal
that howls demanding why
wail
and rage against the loss
the memory
held reverently
and cherished at all cost
wail
at the injustice
that you are left behind
with fraying ends
unraveling
your ties of heart and mind
wail
nevermind
the shock of others
you, in your grief
remind
the chill foreboding tickle
of grief as yet unknown
a cold subconscious prickle
LS 5/14/08
Daily Poet, Om's Palms | |
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Posted: 5/31/2008 2:50:24 AM |
Jer, unfortunately I don't get paid so this is a hobby and not a career...
Ha ha! Betcha if you were getting paid for it you'd be out moonlighting in some pharmacy, for free, just for the heck of it or to be ornery! | |
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Posted: 5/31/2008 5:36:32 PM | Oh, if only I could be as ornery as I wanted to be sometimes...
Lights out
Turn out the lights
and tune into the world
your brothers and sisters
uniting in faith and intent
who pledge to do their part
to heal the heart
of nature
LS 03/29/08
first, last
Parables | |
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Posted: 6/1/2008 6:39:59 PM |
How much I admire your economy!
Not to mention e-commony. . . The sweet queen of same! | |
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Posted: 6/2/2008 8:11:54 PM | why, thank you madame Wooby.....
The last two days have been exhausting, trying to mow and trim and plant and fertilize and weed before the rains come in....I also helped my daughter with her front flower beds yesterday as part of her birthday gift, helped plant coneflowers and black eyed susans from my garden and some asiatic lillies and peonies I bought her......then laying down thick newspaper weed cover and mulch. In the fall I'll give her some stella d'oro daylillies...
hush
what more could I say
I would not break
the bonds
of our silence
when we should silence
our minds
hush
between us
words
have never been
necessary
LS 5/14/08
First, Last... | |
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Posted: 6/3/2008 10:25:37 AM | gifts from a creator
a soft hand into the ground
If flowers could turn to watch
would they see you?
our understanding blossoms
code of chemistry connected
dots and dashes
DNA spoken here
easy to grow into knowledge
harder to see past your eyes
much easier to dig the dirt
than find the root of it all
why do we feel so alone? | |
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Posted: 6/3/2008 8:08:22 PM | I like to think they're thanking me for taking them out of those little containers....
cosmic spin
star filled sky
and lightning bug night
when Simon was still alive
you invited me
to lay on the trampoline
and we talked, holding hands
your presence nestled again,
as you once did
under my heart
unutterably beautiful
and how many times?
I am drawn through memories
of other confessions,
other skies, campfires
minds connecting, essence laid bare
and how many times?
LS 4/19/08
First, last and Ethics and Suppressed Desires | |
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Posted: 6/3/2008 9:07:33 PM | How many times doesn't matter
each was unique within its own
the one thing in common
is you
you
find the way
around over and thru
memory a magnet for every moment
those that matter bring us a focus
inspire us to be complete
including pain of parting
from you
how many
is more than a number
its a place to hide from accepting special
and how we wish we ............knew it in time | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 8:36:05 AM | but you have to wonder, how many times have we lived together? How many lifetimes? Were we always mother and daughter? We were once so close, but there are times I feel we are losing touch, because I hate seeing her devalue herself and lower her daughter's priority over this unworthy guy she's taken with....
Obviously as my daughter she is part of my karmic circle.....how many lifetimes have we stared into campfires and stars, mending what's strained between us? She is so like me....I wish I could calm her, prevent the pain I see her headed for sometimes, but apart from warning her, part of my karma is to watch it, I guess....
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blanket
Ask for me anytime
always I care
my presence is with you
and I will be there
you are never alone
or distanced by miles
when the mere thought of you
brings on a smile
LS 5/16/08 | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 8:50:12 AM | | Oh, Brizo...it's just the way it is. We do our part and then all we can do is wait and watch and pray and go grey. Hang in there. Your words are bubbling just below her surface and if she's anything like you, she'll figure out who and what is important! | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 9:25:37 AM | L, thanks....I guess I just see my little granddaughter Bella as so special, a charming flirt, a lightning quick mind.....she is six and her idea of fun is doubling numbers and seeing if I can figure it out....but when I ask her, she knows....except I did impress her with 12x 12.....
I have never understood placing anything above your children, but I grew up in a household where my stepdad was despotic king, and the family tiptoed around him. I think subconsciously I probably refrained from live in relationships while the girls were growing up because I sensed most men would not place another man's children above themselves. (yes, I know there are fabulous men who would and have done just that, but they haven't come into my sphere).
My own selfishness and wanderlust was enough for my girls to deal with, let alone a day to day tussle with a partner for my attention....I got some things wrong, and have my regrets.
But one thing I did and do know, love does not make you choose, and no one worth having would consider placing children anywhere but near the top of the priority list....and I know if she makes a choice demoting her child, that will be a regret not easily healed. There is nothing so devastating as losing respect for one's self.....
folks, sorry about the stained panties on my dirty laundry line... Time for some silly.....
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what is the sound of a nonillion hands clapping
margot my hat's off to you
a numerical limerick is new
now my brain is in knots
counting zeros and dots
'cause my working synapses are few | |
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Posted: 6/4/2008 3:29:20 PM |
how many lifetimes have we stared into campfires and stars, mending what's strained between us?
I love that line. | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 1:16:27 AM |
I love that line.
"but darling, most of all...I love how you love me"  Barry Man - 1961
couldn't resist....
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spider
yesterday morning you startled me
I glanced at you hurriedly
without time to move you outside
left for work and my day
arriving home late
I was startled again
when I noticed you wedged upside down
between the table and topper
preserved by glass
and any little tension
made you seem still alive
how desperate you must have been
to sense freedom but be
so unable to attain it
and somewhere
a god is watching me
watching you
and nods, smiling
LS 4/19/08
Great Virtue, Alyoshas Poems | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 8:54:18 PM | well, getting all political again...kind of hard not to when the price of gas is close to $4 a gallon... 
grassroots
where are our decade's dissidents?
there's lots of protest going on
they're posting on the internet
and trying to reverse a wrong
the change is rumbling underfoot
put an ear to the ground
for the underclass
our roots of grass
have deepened
in this moral drought
provided by that chimpish lout
the people form a swelling tide
from sea to shining sea
and we will be the key
first, last and Parables of Dreams and Prose
the storm here Friday lifted the trampoline and threw it into Shorty's empty doghouse. It's now officially toast, the tramp was rusted before, now it's bent and in pieces. Rest in peace (and pieces) you beloved part of family history.... the poor dogs were all freaked out too. Not too sure a twister didn't come down near the house, that was a huge trampoline, and it moved a small rubbermaid cattle trough that was rather heavy.... | |
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Posted: 6/7/2008 10:31:15 PM | The storms from the south -
The sultry heat beat within the drum
Of discontentment
Tornado warnings rippling across the bottom of
The TV screen and still
Standing in the rain with lightening
Charging the ozone smell in the air
Maple keys flying like whirligigs
All over the street and grass with the approaching storm
The gardens being blessed with the chance of rejuvenation
Our spirits are parched
With no end in sight
It costs more to eat, even more to drive your van
We are learning the lessons a little late
This big old world is changing
Greed has made sure of it
Is it time to head for the country?
Plant your gardens, breed chickens
The rich will keep on doing what they do best
As we the little people take the brunt of
What is yet to come. | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 8:49:37 AM | but darling, most of all, you hover like a lover...
couldn't resist..:/
here, fresh off the press
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If I had Breasts
Even if I had shy ones
I would wear them like umbrellas
Welcoming rains
And the eye of the sun
But I wouldn’t wear fish-nets
That would be cruel
I’d rather my star-ships
Under silk and moon
And yes, they would know the streets
The side-walks and feet
So some women can touch them
Children, too
But mostly, I would wear them like beach-boys
Like Hollywood Babylons
I'd lie on sand, under the azure
They would settle for nothing less | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 9:49:36 AM | Aw Om, I wasn't making fun of you, I was making fun of my cyber ego....  I am like a bloated macy's balloon...
All my life until my late thirties I was underweight. It wasn't from lack of trying, believe me, I was a legend at family picnics and bring a dish get togethers for the amount of food I could eat and never gain an ounce. And I ate like a lumberjack. I would actually faint from lack of food if I forgot to eat and skipped more than a couple meals.
Then, peri-menopause....and I found out first hand the relationship between food and weight gain that most other people have had to deal with their entire lives. Needless to say, having never had to deny myself any food, it was an excercise in self will, to be sure....
But what is the point of all this, you say? Breasts, that's what. I finally have them, and I loooove my boobies! Now, I try not to torture the opposite sex by flaunting them at inappropriate times, and they still are small oranges in a world of melons, but still, haha, I have boobies!
And if I hurt your feelings, I apologize. You know you and your feelings are very important to me.
More politics....
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follow the money, honey
confused, lost to philosophy
thoughts ending in circles
and hard to free
tease the string
and find the end
unbend
the twists
and loose the knots
follow straight thought
connect the dots
preemptive wars
are seldom won
they line their pockets
with our young
and record profits
oil has brought
from destabilization
and speculation
and we are not done
paying yet
in boys
or trillion dollar debt
follow money's dirty trail
where it ends
and pull the nail
from sacrificial hands
LS 6/07/08
first, last & Bush-whacked | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 10:25:55 AM | oh gawd no, sweetie, I'm not offended at all. I know you well enough by now.
and I was just taking my own wit out for a walkies...(ok, I'll pick that up)
well, both of us had the same weight problem, now we both have boobies...:/ | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 10:31:16 AM | | LOL...boobies and moobies, I love the Sunday morning funnies! You guys are great! | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 10:39:09 AM | just as long as mine are bigger....my balloon could never take a prick like that...
hehe, I love double entendres... 
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tornado
the glowering clouds
of a jealous sky
menace
grasping fingers
scar furrows
into the face
of mother earth
with vengeful destruction
LS 4/23/08
I said a prayer of thanks to my guardian angel Friday. The tornado sirens did go off, so a tornado or more than one touched down. The sky was that queer yellow tinge afterward. Jacob and I were eating where my sis works and had to go to the basement. He has been patiently waiting and playing with legos this morning 'till grammy gets her fat butt off the computer....
We're planting a replacement beefeater tomato for the one that I think might be dying, and two monarda plants which I've been looking for for years and finally found in the herbs...*duh* It is bee balm... Oh, AND I planted some fluffy zinnias in the circle sun garden around the light pole. It makes me feel young again, my sis and I planted them every year as kids. Speaking of pricks, my stepdad mowed them down every year too, even though he had to get too close to the tree to do it..... | |
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