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Posted: 3/22/2007 5:34:46 PM | Abortion Hurts
A sperm cell, adheres to and penetrates an ovum
B ecause that is the way God/nature does these things.
O bituaries tell us of lived-lives overcome.
R emorse is often due in these circumstances.
T imes are a woman has no choice but regret
I n a world where she feels-not the chance to be human.
O n such occasion, where should she go to get
N onexclusive assurance she can produce a human?
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Posted: 3/22/2007 5:42:54 PM | Why must children suffer
At the hands of a cruel seed
Sown and never allowed to grow
To see childhood through eyes of freedom
And sustenance at a mother’s breast
Why is the world so poisoned
Not forceful in deliverance
Of justice
Power spent unwisely
Focused in the wrong direction
Vision distorted
Where lies the truth
In swollen eyes that have bled
In tiny graves
How can we allow such atrocities
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Posted: 3/22/2007 8:26:36 PM | I'm sorry, I wasn't clear enough on that story. His own parents did not molest him. He was a little boy who was at his grandmother's house, and the pedophile neighbors got ahold of him..........a man and his wife, and their son who is slightly mentally retarded....the man and the son took turns raping the little boy, while the mother watched and masturbated.....the little boy complained they were hurting him and he couldn't breathe, and ended up suffocating. He was six years old.
I can't imagine what it feels like to be his parents, aware that their son suffered before he died, that he was terrified and used and tossed away like garbage.....or his grandma, who has to be suffering enormous guilt.
I hope they do get the death penalty, and not even the woman gets off ........
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disgruntled
now left only with manifestation
I sit and ponder my inclination
try to give it consideration
wish I'd practiced delayed gratification
I want to feel the satisfaction
of finding internal dedication
I'm quickly nearing my expiration
wish I had some intuition
look inside for inspiration
try to bypass inhibition
If ever I find illumination
I'll celebrate with jubilation
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Posted: 3/23/2007 12:08:34 PM | Gratefully, with your permission:
who loves me best will let me be
Who holds me closest will set me free
Who dreams of me will never know me
Who sees me plain is she
with whom I want to be.
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But, re 123: how could you ever irritate me by expressing - as uncontentiously as you usually do - your view on this or that? Perhaps I haven't made it clear enough to you that you are a dear friend, so you'd have bust your ass to irritate or offend me. | |
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Posted: 3/23/2007 12:47:10 PM | thanks Jer....you're right about love, what worries me about love is in the beginning I am not seen for who I really am, then later there is backlash. No one ever sees my steel core, then get angry when they crash up against it.....sweet all forgiving earth mother I'm not......
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lack of work
grey rain falls
anxiously pursuing
the elusive green of money
for the key
to continuity
incredibly;
threatened by short sightedness
and ignorance
decisions made
without comprehension
of individual consequences
the pulse of humanity
advertising and marketing
study so assiduously
biased by exclusivity
seeing only their rarified reflection
some of us live on the cliff
admiring the lovely view
and others
hang off it
by their fingers
LS 3/23/07 | |
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Posted: 3/23/2007 1:45:18 PM | Brizo, I stole something from you. I've listed skip tracer as my profession. . . . If you want it back, let me know.
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Posted: 3/23/2007 4:00:51 PM | It was one of my favorite jobs.....I did so well the boss' main competitor (and mentor)called to ****, not knowing he was ****ing about me to me....seems there had been a no compete contract signed which I knew nothing about.....I had just stolen a $30,ooo and $50,000 bail out from under him.....
Usually if you're a skip tracer you're also a bondsman, it goes hand in hand....though I never did any bounty hunting. I would do bail bonding again, but there isn't much of a market for it here in Northwest Ohio. Boy, do you meet some characters...
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Here's that poem I wrote for you....
J
love has found you again
lucent friend
and so it should be
you who loved
so fearlessly
and stared death's tiger
in the eye
and stood on the shore
of the river of grief
I delight in your delight
that someone,
after death's long night
gazed at your radiant inner light
that shines so lovely through your bones
and calls your friends and lovers home
and wisely sought the candle
for his own
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Posted: 3/23/2007 6:00:48 PM | Love that poem! Really madly deeply do. And not just cause it was for me.
I kind of thought putting skip tracing might give the players early warning that I'm really an excellent googler, and it's something I *Love* to do. Found both an ex-husband and an old, lost, friend the first week I was online, lol! | |
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Posted: 3/23/2007 6:24:49 PM | Summer roads
Highways fly byes
Stars and sunshine skies
Beckon onward.
Mid July meanders
Through Ohio
Poets conventions grow
Fly by Crow
On her way to
Where the river runs through
Woobys for tea time.
Un-met friends of mine
Like mind
Womankind
Friendship travellog
Poet blog
Can I visit you then
My friend? | |
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Posted: 3/23/2007 6:38:36 PM | And if and when
(remember them? They would have been
an excellent comedy duo
if they could ever have got
together) - but as I was saying
if and when
you two favourites of mine
do meet,
will you allow me to be there in spirit
chatting along with you? | |
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Posted: 3/23/2007 7:08:25 PM | You're coming to my state Ravin? Whereabouts? Did you know that Om might also be coming for a twins festival? If you are anywhere at all near, you are certainly welcome to stay! Warning though, I live in a trailer. I think it's a pretty nice one, but my opinion is subjective......
If you are in Southern Ohio, you might want to take a day and check out the caves.......they're kind of cool......
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Home Port
and offer it that love might thrive
undamaged heart
free of bitternness
defeat
regret
unweighted
floats
featherlite
to you
it's twin
docks
homeported
LS 1/17/07
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Posted: 3/23/2007 7:57:34 PM | Heh! She camps! I just might follow her: it wouldn't be fair for her to meet you, and not me!
Om's a twin?
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Posted: 3/24/2007 2:24:14 PM | When you going Ommy?
Can I go too?
Is there a poets convention happening that way?
Is there camping room to stay?
Wonder if Aloysha
Can bi-locate
If it is at all possible
We'll make it a date!
Woobys place on the river
sounds just so nice
and Brizo's home in the park
will more than suffice
Any other poets
living nearbys
might as well visit you all
while the crow flies. | |
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Posted: 3/24/2007 9:06:49 PM | Ravin, I live on my own land....it's slightly under 3 acres, like 2& 3/4......... When I mow it seems more like five.....takes me between four and five hours to mow it completely.....the road turns to stone right after my place, and runs two or three miles into a tiny town. They don't pave it because there's a cemetary on the turn that's very remote and private, and old....and the kids keep going out there and vandalizing......and throwing beer cans in my yard on the way back out.......
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Flush
I mean lift
hair
gently
run
your mouth
just
there...
fold
me
in your
warmth
tether
me
with thighs
let
me
feel
your need
feel
your body
rise
turn
me
in your
arms
take
me
by surprise
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Posted: 3/25/2007 6:02:24 PM | I'm going to try and get the winter and spring themed writes out of the way, while they are still somewhat current.....
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February 2/03/07
furious howling
blusters
no sledding
young ones
wind scoured yard
drifted drive
February shivers
freeze dried
April's promise
blown aside
with arctic
swagger
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Posted: 3/25/2007 6:12:08 PM | winter tight
This backwards soujourn
through a life less ordinary
in my hermitage I write
thoughts scuttling
roaches in the light
heart of darkness
shaped by plight
tuckered down and eeking out
the widows mite
craving heat and light
waiting for spring
to spring into flight
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Posted: 3/25/2007 6:17:13 PM | Fairy Field
yesterday morning
I saw the stalks,bushes,
and tree branches
frosted and backlit by the sun
a tranquil fairy world
and the fields and ditches
covered over with fresh whiteness
there was uniformity
and velvety smoothness
and though I'm ready for spring
I had to admire the beauty
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Posted: 3/25/2007 6:45:11 PM | Out like a lion
Lazy stay a while till the raindance' stomping stamp
got to finish stuff inside and deal with March's damp
deceptively it looks real warm but it's still cold outside
when I feed the pets or get the mail wind makes me wanna hide
This winter has been long and tough and endless too I'm thinking
and I can hardly wait for spring but I hear hailstones plinking
I'll turn the kettle on for tea and go and get my slippers
and dream of carribean seas and snorkeling with flippers
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Posted: 3/25/2007 6:46:57 PM | Brizo ~~ Flush is especially lovely.
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Posted: 3/25/2007 7:20:19 PM | Thank you wooby......I miss those days when a man surprises me with his wants......but I know it will happen again, eventually.........
here's that poem I put in your thread...oops, all the alphabet acrostics are also posted in Salty's thread, I love to play in there....
March
M any gusts of wind and occasional sleet and rain
A ny sunny day is a cause for celebration
R elease winter's dark chill and hope again
C clorophyll begins phyto regeneration
H edgehogs will rise from winter's hibernation
and one on winter.........
Scourge 3/03/07
W ind becomes a cruel scourge
I ce encases everything
N egating other seasons
T ea warms and soothes....
E nglish Breakfast therapy
R apture in a cup
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Posted: 3/25/2007 7:28:44 PM | Spring in terse 3/3/07
S oftening ice breaks in chunks
P reparing the earth for change
R plenishment for bulbs and grasses
I nfusium of warmth and light
N udges crocus, tulip and forsythia
G lorious awakening of the earth
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Gay spring
Its really quite sunny today
almost 50 degrees so hey
I think spring is coming
mother nature is humming
a tune infectiously gay
LS 3/9/07
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Posted: 3/25/2007 7:45:24 PM | another place I like to play is Eyes Guy's limericks thread.....
the great snow of '07
Things are looking up over here
the food can I finally cleared
so my dogs they can eat
and I'll throw in a treat
for surviving the snow of the year
I have drifts that are several feet high
I sink into way over my thigh
now I have to shovel
my countrified hovel
so I can give Bryan a try
I was glad to see my cats
I didn't know where they was ats
I saw one last night
but the yard was a fright
and I'm crazy 'bout my feline brats
my neighbor just plowed out my drive
and came over to see I'm alive
he wouldn't take pay
as he cleared me a way
my faith in mankind is revived
he was unusually kind
without him I'd be in a bind
I'm glad he and his wife
have come into my life
cause they are one hell of a find
LS 2/14/07
and then, there was my mailbox.....
my mailbox
I'd like to give hell to the county
for breaking my mailbox mounty
my Dark Tower installment
I am under enthrallment
thanks to Stephen King's mental bounty
LS 2/16/07
they knocked it down plowing right after I'd ordered book six of The Dark Tower series, and a movie was coming in from Netflix.......
okay, one more, then I'll leave you alone......
drunken snow
To write more stupid poems for the forum
is entertainment for this whorum
sometimes I am witty
but usually shitty
and generally lose my decorum
It would help if I weren't half sauced
tonight when ideas are tossed
but I'm just too tempted
by snow I'm exempted
and down my long driveway I'm lost
so it's me and thee and some whiskey
and crappy verse 'cause I'm feeling frisky
so come on out and play
without any delay
before I start getting pissy
cause tomorrow is valentines day
I really don't care anyway
but my dogs still need fed
fore I stagger to bed
and read to keep lonely at bay
LS 2/14/07
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Posted: 3/25/2007 8:17:13 PM | ". . . with his wants. . . " Oh, yes, I remember. . . .
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I remember
being fourteen, perhaps,
at a church dance
Tall gawky boy
I hardly knew him
and don't remember
his name
And feeling this odd
lump against my belly
and hurting for him
for then, and there,
there was nothing I
could do
Except pretend I
didn't notice
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Posted: 3/25/2007 8:32:33 PM | awww, it was very sweet of you to pretend not to notice......probably the best thing you could have done. Can you imagine what it must be like not to be able to hide your lust like women can, and have to wear it on the outside like men? How profoundly this must change their vantage point........
The story of Spring
The old story of rebirth, most religions would have you believe
that it's exclusive, but it's been a legend
before mankind even recorded what happened
when history was passed down by storytellers
those hard drinking, jovial, imaginitive fellers
and old wise women who knew how to heal
and natures secrets to reveal
but that was when we honored our old
and listened to the stories they told
the story of Jesus is the story of spring
awakening from winter's harsh reckoning
thought to be dead but the roots alive
just waiting for the sun to revive
the death of our bodies is life's long winter
but we are recreated forever after
LS 3/17/07
posted in first, last....... | |
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Posted: 3/25/2007 9:00:56 PM | | Everyone, Cyn (the former Cynderalla) is in the hospital for testing. She has posted the details in her thread. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers........she will need our support in the coming weeks...... | |
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