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Posted: 6/8/2008 10:55:50 AM | Nothing good to say about a tornado
Just a raging prick. A bag of wind.
Guess it's why I prefer the thunder
and flash of a gathering
hurricane.
edit...oh sorry, I hate when the page turns. Go back one for the fun. | |
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Posted: 6/8/2008 11:03:59 AM | ah, brizo, you're double entendres have a point.
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edit, oops, leaves a poem..
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lament-2
Somedays
I’m too far north
Farther than parks
Or subways
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Posted: 6/9/2008 5:22:07 PM | Autumn, did the Toronto area get hit with worse winds than we had? I know your weather is generally more severe than ours, don't know if it's the lake effect....just south of us in Van Wert etc...gets hammered....
Yoko, I love to play around in here....I have long since given up any hope of decorum in this thread...  I think page one or two has a penis on it, a present from Om...Decorum is over rated anyhow...
Ohmair, I would love to take a walk with you, any park, any where...to be honest I doubt I'll make it up this year as I don't have a passport, or $$. My budget propane plan now costs me $160 a month ( and I'm lucky I was approved), that's not counting any other utilities...it used to be $65 eight years ago...to begin it, I have to buy my first full tank, so there goes my incentive check...and vacation $....
a couple limericks for ya...
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my pole's in the water unbaited
a romance right now must be fated
if he's reading my writing
then he might be biting
if not then I'll live life undated
06/02/08
since I'm apathetic, at best
I'm giving dating a rest
last romance fell apart
it was lacking some heart
I just couldn't feel, I confess
both previously posted in POF limericks... | |
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Posted: 6/9/2008 9:44:51 PM | ^lol,
yeah, about the penis-poem back there, I was trying out shape-poetry back then. If I recall, I saw a breast shape-poem from bic, I must of got , ehem, stimulated ..:/
yeah, a walk would be nice!
I hear the complaints about prices in the US. Bloody Bush and his war. You know who's paying for that, eh?
ok a wee ku...
Toronto's hammered
inside twenty four hour
all the half-tons, dead | |
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Posted: 6/9/2008 10:02:23 PM |
I think page one or two has a penis Nothing like a penis or two to spice things up. LOL...keep having fun, I'm living vicariously through you!
Hey Om...nice ku! | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 6:15:19 AM | I like my penis poem, Om....I thought your gas prices in Canada were even worse than ours...of course, I haven't been up there in decades now. I know crossing from Pennsylvania into New York is quite a shock at the tanks. New York was paying almost $4 a gallon in the late nineties when I took Mel to her dad's in Connecticut...
Yoko, I'm living vicariously through you....you have a sex life....
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stiffs with boredom
To cushion the sinking
of the sex-crazed mock
they drown in drinking
and watch the clock
and cash their checks
and pay their bills
and crane their necks
toward window sills
first, last
a little ditty about office work... | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 1:18:18 PM | Fellow journeyers through this
twice-twisted rain-and-sleet-forest
where the sun of love scarcely penetrates
and the jungle creatures, large
and small, have sharp,
well-honed teeth, fellow journeyers,
beware! the next one to whom
you offer love or who seems
to offer it to you, may be the last!
His or her wide gaping jaws,
the moist hot-pink interior of it,
may be the last things you will ever see!
And you will go down
easily; you will be but one
quick appetizer
in a vast, yawning smorgasbord
laid out for him or her...
from Reversing the Spell | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 1:46:42 PM | Ouch! come on, Some Love stories have a happily ever after ending!
Some even have a keep getting happier never ending.
But where would a poet be without the longing, the heartbreak, no more Country and Western songs that's for sure.
The price of Gas
is war
and what's in store
for the future is past
unsustainable, can't last
seven generations ahead we cannot see
our children's children cannot be
as we continue to feed
our glutony.
SUV
Fight to be free
and live our way
all the way
to the end.
We have the right to defend
and fight for our lifestyle
smile
for one last pose.
Ya, price of gas is hard. But it is still cheaper than
bottled water
coca cola
beer
coffee
orange juice
wine
even the cheap stuff.
And it has not even begun to reflect the true cost of the stuff.
Gonna get a horse. | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 4:12:30 PM | - ACTUALLY GIRL,... -
The price of gas is more than Coke
More than a pack of any smoke
More than a deal at Taco Bell
More than a Sale of Boxed Zinfandel
It's certainly more than coffee or juice
A rope with an ever tightening noose
The price is more and rising by force
Soon it'll be cheaper to own a horse!
- Erik - | |
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Posted: 6/10/2008 9:32:55 PM | Jer, remember asking about Dean Koontz? Your second stanza stanza was pretty close....
Ravin, I've wondered too about what true love does to those angsty poets...have you read Margaret Atwood? In her book Oryx and Crake, the world riots because of genetically mutated coffee beans...
Erik, good to see you again...maybe I'll get a burro...they're kind of cute. I saw a little baby one the other day, he was kicking backwards, obviously "feeling his oats" I had to laugh, he was awesome!
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katydid
at last
after twelve years
of white walls
feng shui anathema
I saturate myself
in spring green
katydid
the hue of
sunburst honeylocusts
dark wood now
makes strong contrast
all shades of green harmonizing
with aubergine, turquoise, coral
I sigh
modern
and repleted
LS 6/04/08
Fingerpainting | |
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Posted: 6/13/2008 9:34:54 AM | | Yes I did read it. Weird book, scary, and it does seem like we may be heading in that direction, God and Goddess help us! | |
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Posted: 6/13/2008 8:34:59 PM | hey Ravin, love that new picture...
Having a few problems with my connection, so if I don't answer emails or visit the thread, I might not be able to...they say my satellite comes out of Windsor, so that's a lot of clouds between thee and me...
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sun salutation
of one who cannot be whole
a fractured, partial soul
in limbo, without goal
and living on the dole
stand up on your two feet
the morning sun to greet
refuse inside to be beat
you know life can be sweet
LS 5/03/08 | |
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Posted: 6/13/2008 8:51:49 PM | | Atwood is amazing at predicting the next wave. I'm still recovering from "The Handmade's Tale." | |
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Posted: 6/13/2008 9:04:44 PM | yeah, after I read that one I had a distressing bad dream (which coincided with getting my tubes tied) about being barren and worthless to an apocalyptic society, and being kept in a cave and used as a training w*hore for young couples... | |
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Posted: 6/15/2008 6:14:13 AM |
Yes, Jer...you are full of testosterone....
from Pummeling
“Testosterone,” he asserts.
“Estrogen,” she responds, demurely.
“TESTOSTERONE!” he bellows.
“Estrogen,” she replies, more softly,
drawing back.
“Estrogen?” he asks, puzzled,
trying a last, desperate, different tack.
“Testosterone,” she replies:
“but not too much.” | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 7:58:51 AM | I missed reading the Penelopiad because I was immersed in Sarum, which was quite a bit like Michener's Hawaii in its scope.....I think it was nearly 900 pages long, and took me over a month to read....I had to take Atwoods little volume back to the library..
My niece sent me a book on water crystals...very interesting....kind of shows you in pictures that even thoughts can harm, can change things. Reminds me of third or fourth grade, when I struggled to understand that even though I didn't DO anything, my thoughts were equal to my deeds. Oh how I rebelled against a punitive god...
now that I'm an adult, I marvel at these blinding universal truths. How much sooner I might have absorbed this lesson had it been presented in a different way....
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boy, interrupted
our memories divide
and half in sorrow
lay
our hearts broke
on that day
oh, we survived
somehow
but losing you
left pain
that never goes
away
happiness
is weighted
with the gray
of may
and might have been
LS 5/04/08 | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 8:14:53 AM | | Jer, one of the weirdest things (in my opinion) about women is how much testosteronish behavior it's okay for men to show.... | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 9:35:32 AM |
Jer, one of the weirdest things (in my opinion) about women is how much testosteronish behavior it's okay for men to show....
I agree and I have my own assumptions about that but would prefer to hear yours. | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 9:57:33 AM | ^ that-a-boy, Jer
happiness
is weighted
with the gray
of may
nice lines, brizo | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 7:23:02 PM | *sigh* well, this is off the cuff and speaking strictly for myself, and not all other women or even one other woman.....
I used to think I wanted a sensitive man. Then I lived with one...he cried often, at things even I, a girl, didn't break into tears over. Any time we argued, homesickness, even the mere thought of losing someone or something he loved would bring him to tears. At first it was okay, not desireable behavior but I could tolerate it, but after several months all the crying brought out my impatience and a mean streak I wasn't even aware I had....In addition to all this crying he would also faint at the sight of his own blood. I began thinking of him as my hothouse flower, and one day the phrase crept out of my mind and onto my tongue...I began to feel like Edward G. Robinson, hard boiled...this man was robbing me of my femininity, you know? I was the girl, dammit!
We secretly like when you guys get a little jealous. That shows you noticed that other guy was noticing us, and you didn't like it. We like being your girl. What we don't like is confrontation and fights. Usually a confrontation is acceptable if unsolicited touching was involved or something about us was said in a publicly crude way. We respect and appreciate the fact you can meet the situation head on without resorting to physical violence.
We also like when you fix things, especially when you're hanging over the hood of a car with no shirt on. Something about the single mindedness of your concentration and the lack of a shirt is like catnip, we just have to seduce you....and then there are the trappings of construction, workboots, flannel, toolbelts...dayum, that stuff makes us weak in the knees. Oh, and those half glasses pushed down your nose. When you look above them, wowza! And light sweat is actually an aphrodisiac, it's the heavy smelly funk we detest.
Well, that's enough secrets for today, before my woman card gets pulled....
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sensory satiation
this wonderful sensation named you
with leisure I will savor
the clean soap smell
and salty flavor
ah love, you're a knee buckling view
as your hands glide with breathtaking touch
against my closed eyelids I feel your breath
as I pull you down
still amazed
that I want you so much
LS 4/08? | |
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Posted: 6/17/2008 7:28:39 PM | | Brizo you had me laughing with that little piece of information on sensitive men. As I have said before we are the ones that have the babies for a reason *grin* | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 4:02:51 AM | | brizo, right on!!! yes! YES!! YYEESS!!! tool belts...oh mi gosh!!! and firemen in those big boots, coveralls suspendered..... and when he doesn't wait for you to collapse in the doorway with the grocery bags, but actually puts that gd sports page down for one minute, hauls his ass out of his comfy chair , and goes out to the driveway for you!!!!! and that sweet little moment when he realizes he isn't walking next to the curb, and protectively pulls you to the side, and puts himself next to the street....... | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 11:47:38 AM |
I used to think I wanted a sensitive man. Then I lived with one...he cried often, at things even I, a girl, didn't break into tears over. Any time we argued, homesickness, even the mere thought of losing someone or something he loved would bring him to tears. At first it was okay, not desireable behavior but I could tolerate it, but after several months all the crying brought out my impatience and a mean streak I wasn't even aware I had....In addition to all this crying he would also faint at the sight of his own blood. I began thinking of him as my hothouse flower, and one day the phrase crept out of my mind and onto my tongue...I began to feel like Edward G. Robinson, hard boiled...this man was robbing me of my femininity, you know? I was the girl, dammit!
This touched me very deeply on my soft, tender, caring, you know - feminine side! It made me feel like going out and, you know, look at some flowers or find a baby to hold... | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 6:16:00 PM | Well, I mean if a guy cries in front of me I'm not going to tell him to suck it up. Most men I've known cry so rarely I'm honored that they trust me enough to let down their guard. This crying guy, let's call him weeping willy, he was an extreme case....after awhile the tears didn't mean as much as they probably should have...
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breakdown
as you gave your name
your face crumpled
and I watched you struggle
to maintain your composure
It's okay, I said
(though it clearly was not)
take your time
something just hit me, you said
I persuaded you to take a rest
on the bench
wondering if I should call someone
and then, you were gone
and, touched by your presence
I worried
for the rest of the day
that you were, indeed
okay
LS 4/26/08
Daily Poet, Great Virtue | |
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Posted: 6/18/2008 8:43:03 PM | weeping willy sounds like a metrosexual, to me. who'd'a think they'd have 'em in ohio.
anywho....here's the poem...
suck it up
oh, baby
it feels so good
your lips
your tongue
so exciting
the rhythmic motion
the little extras you add
the absolute rush
watching your head bob
as i feel the feelings
it’s all good, baby
and, now
now, you’re bringing me off
the peak is peaking
i’m there
and, i release
suck it up, baby
i love to see that
drink me in
suck it up | |
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