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Posted: 6/30/2008 5:08:20 AM | LOVE these lines:
So is it in the years and time
we finally come into yours and mine?
Had you recently been reading Marvell's "To his coy mistress"?
Never mind! How hard we have to work sometime, how how hard and long we have to live before we can finally say something as simple, plain and true as that? | |
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Posted: 6/30/2008 7:19:41 AM | G’day Brizo….I’ve got a storyline that might make Dean Koontz shudder…by writing my own lines in a frame..some parts of today -
A warm spa and plenty of bubbles (in my glass)
The Captain whispering endearing wireless SOS
The phone interrupts my relaxed state
Hysterical daughter … need I write more?
I sit waiting for Romeo to make amends to my Juliet
Watching a man walking from one rubbish bin to another
Affluent surrounds cloud the brain I call my mind
…Watching my princess floating towards me…
“Mother you’re scaring me,” as I dodge the grim reaper
In my formula one haste to find my old man
Squealing soundlessly as I see him I say my thanks to God
Opening my purse, cursing like the devil for a cashless society
“Excuse me sir, I saw you drop this,” giving him the notes
Running back to the car before he could utter a word
Looking in the rear vision mirror,
The old man with the joy of a gold Olympian running towards the milkbar
Neither of us prepared; for the Dodge that came along
Smashing him into a javelin record and I did not stop
Instead letting my daughter believe
I did a good deed
Not much later that day
With pride I watched my son
Try on his first pair of men’s trousers
I could have afforded him the second pair
If only, I hadn’t given to a dead man?
We pull out of the parking lot
Confronted by a sight of violence
Thirty to one is something I won’t even gamble on
Time you can hear my brakes and mind squealing to a halt
Athletic marathon continues
As I confront the giant, I dare for I have the look
The minions slink towards the bus shelter
The giant follows for he can’t glare
The so called men (3) come out of the tyre company
(I don’t need reminding I won’t buy from Kmart again)
A woman walks over
Saying she saw it all while trying to put her keys in the car
Was it my voice who told the men to call the police?
As I saw the child with welts to his face
In the background I hear “a man” saying
No blood, I guess we don’t need an ambulance
…I need one, can’t you see my eyes rolling
Can I call your parents?
How I wanted to cradle him when he answered
They won’t care
He’s bigger than me, but our tears are the same
Without reserve one of three “men”lets me know
The police are on their way
No need for me to remain
Men are dealing with this scenario
Before I can hiss, I see my angels’ faces
I comprehend time
Getting back into the car
To be assaulted with
…are you crazy mama, they had knives…
Replying to my children
When love dies that is the BIGGEST knife,
You know I have suffered death, I refuse to live it
Most times they understand my stare  | |
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Posted: 6/30/2008 3:21:27 PM | Are you for real? You gave money to a homeless man and he got hit? How patently unfair, for him and for you! God, life sucks....
I've gotten in the middle of bullying before myself....one was a girl living in our apartment complex. She was so small when we played Euchre we sat her in the high chair when we ran out of chairs. Her boyfriend was a Bluto clone, way over six foot, and he beat her so badly. One day when I knew what was going to go down, my baseball bat and I went for a walk in the parking lot....after a lot of yelling, he backed down.
Later, I get the shakes so bad....probably adrenaline and fear....
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was not was
was never meant to be
the struggle of our love
foundations made in sand
ill wind eroding
house of cards
precarious; imploding
was it ever more
than tug of war
do we even still remember
fallen somber
we walk away
but never pause
to mourn
what was never really
born
LS 6/11/08
first, last
unfinished buisness
Celestial, what I need is a someone who will build me landscaping spaces for my gardening, and fix my lawnmower, and chop vegetables while I am cooking. Someone who will eat Chinese, and Japanese, and Greek without complaining about the vegetables. And a good flirt and excellent kisser, with expert hands, who will listen to Marilyn Manson and Glenn Miller and Toots and the Maytalls and bluegrass.... | |
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Posted: 7/1/2008 11:29:18 AM | here's a few limericks about drinking
I drank at a wedding reception
it went down with easy deception
it was only a few
'cause I already knew
what would happen without some rejection
besides I mixed liquors all night
reaching tipsy, but drunken? Not quite
that's the worst kind of sick
if you don't learn the trick
of soda when you've hit your height
this one I hope helps to pry my butt off this chair....
my lawn awaits a mowing
the rains spawned spectacular growing
if I screw off and bungle
it's unmowable jungle
my laziness visually showing | |
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Posted: 7/1/2008 12:48:39 PM | ignoring you
and what you spew
you don't know me, so
why don't you blow me?
oops forgot - no dik
this chick is puzzled
keep it muzzled
if hateful shyte comes out
when in doubt
Edith, stifle yourself
when it comes to
pearls of wisdom
don't share the wealth
just letting some pressure off so I don't blow my top....and ya'll thought I was nice... | |
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Posted: 7/2/2008 9:42:34 AM | We are nothing but a whisper
in each other's mental ear
but already I am thinking
of travelling the length of your long, lovely body
making it inch by half-devoured inch
my conquest and delight,
the early-morning Paris light
falling half across our bed,
half of you still in shadow... | |
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Posted: 7/2/2008 2:51:08 PM | ^^Neat!
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Posted: 7/2/2008 3:52:45 PM | DAMN brizo! Find us TWO just the same! That's pretty much my list..think I will move it to my profile LOL..
nice? you're that too, but the best thing is that you are REAL *smile..give em hell LOL... | |
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Posted: 7/2/2008 8:06:20 PM | In a perfect world
Nothing is out of place
Bodies don’t age
And people are never angry
Everything is spick and span
We find our perfect mate
He works beside us in the garden
Creating harmony to the soft melodic chant
“Of the dark side of the moon”
And oh how ideally he makes love
As if he reads your mind
Anticipates the channels of your mood
He is adventurous
Sneaking off into the woods at night
Where the waterfall laughs
Hidden from prying eyes
A lullaby of the senses
In this perfect world there is not war
We share equally all that we have
Filling our cups with benevolence
Instead of greed
The children greet you with a smile
And a hug
As they turn off all the lights
Shut the cupboard doors
Pick up the dishes
And exemplify the children in the picture
Hanging on the wall
Sitting up straight and never saying a word
I don’t think a place exists that could even come close
Or a person the mannequin of refinement
How boring life would be
Mundane and without zest
I think I will be happy with what I have
Celebrate the imperfections
Rejoice in another stage of life
A few things are softer
Sequential but where would the poets be? | |
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Posted: 7/2/2008 8:49:49 PM | Drea, as you and I discussed once, I have been lucky enough in the past to find someone who suited me really well, and once you've had that, you'll never settle....soooo.....he said he'd spoil me for anyone else and I'm hoping that's not true....I think I have one more great love left in me...
Jer, Paris? you don't think in half measures, do you?
Om, I think these look more like semen....~ ~ ~ ~
Eh, I think I need a vacation....it's been several years and I'm starting to get cranky....I mean, I was laid off a year and a half ago, but it's no vacation when you're wondering about your next paycheck....
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so long as I'm being cranky, bringing this home from Jer's......
the stripes of your tiger
another repetition
of your silly competition
I spit the sour lemon
from the line of bitter women
over some worthless man
bullsh!t rides again
if he won't stay
if his eyes stray
it's my fault?
just halt
place blame where it belongs
and leave me from your list
of wrongs
and just because
you seem to think
I can
why would I ever want
your faithless man?
LS 6/13/08
Sorry, missed you two while I was watching the movie....
Autumn, I don't expect perfection. But when a guy makes meals a balancing act, and doesn't like this or that kind of music, and I find myself changing and giving up things I really like, honestly I feel like I'm with a child. What, he can't suck it up for one meal, or one song? That's why I value flexibility so much.....
mmmmmy, sure, I'll find out if Mr. Elusive has a brother..... | |
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Posted: 7/3/2008 9:01:59 AM | Flexibilty! YES! Flexibility is GOOD!
Fire GOOD!
Donut GOOD!
Mmmmm Me LIKE!
Hehehehe,... My dear friend, sounds like you have not got a man there. Might we rename? I shall dub him "Manchild" and he shall wend forth and tantrum over insignificance! If you need me to send you a paddle dear, let me know? But um,... the one with the really big nubs that you saw on your birthday when you dressed in the ballerina costume and Truth and I were over in our Batman and Viking costumes and you were getting your birthday girl spankings while hollering "Guy's this isn't funny!",... well THAT paddle is not available until after the 10th of the month. I'm having it rewaxed and oiled for a special occassion. But if you want the one with the crocodile skin texture, I'll send it over with blessings! Go get him tiger!
"The only thing we have to fear is, fear itself!" - Winston Churchhill
- Erik - | |
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Posted: 7/3/2008 3:21:56 PM | | Brizo, he's out there. Absolutely damn promise. When you're ready (which is the prime directive. . . .). hugz | |
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Posted: 7/4/2008 5:54:32 PM | Erik: me, in a ballerina's costume? Not enough rohypnol in the world for that..... I don't want to play Doctor with you unless I get to be a witchdoctor...
Woobs, I'm trying to dismantle the wall, debride the scars.....Oy, I've been reading way too much Kay Scarpetta.....
Om, I saw another of those words......staycation.......looks like what I'll be having again this year....
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slow learner
when I think of you
I smile an inner smile
the courtship game
the slow pursuit
and you could hardly know
that you are just my style
I have to work up nerve
and soften my reserve
but I get weak
everytime I wonder
did I let you get away
was my reticence a blunder?
wish last time I talked with you
I'd given you my number
you might think I'm casual
because I laugh it off
but you're my cup of tea
are you dreaming of me
and I'm turning up the flame
on that back burner
I hope you come around again
'cause I'm a slow learner
but don't hold it against me -
just hold me against you
LS 6/22/08
Daily Poet | |
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Posted: 7/5/2008 1:09:52 PM |
jer, Paris? you don't think in half measures, do you?
Um, 'scuse me for a bit of bare-assed boasting, but that was HER suggestion:
So, g/f, ready to go shopping in Paris? I mean it. If you have a good eye for fashion, I'll take you along with me to help me pick out my things....????
which was accompanied by as stunning photograph of head and upper body and when I objected that I couldn't afford to go to Paris, she mentioned a first-husband and a divorce settlenmrent that had left her very well off financially:
I meant I'D take YOU to Paris. I can't be expected to shop alone, can I? But perhaps Montreal has good shopping? And I've always wanted to see Old Quebec City, but never have. ... | |
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Posted: 7/9/2008 9:41:35 PM | well, have fun for me Jer...
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naval gazing for love
inward gaze
relentless batters
till my preening shatters
dripping mind
on canvas
in self conscious splatters
keeping track
of vital signs
of bits and smatters
a lure, a call
to find the one
my only one
to which it matters
LS 5/18/08
Sacred Act of Storytelling, fingerpainting | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 12:43:04 AM | i love the quiet experience
the sharing of a thing
evocative tales of feeling
this art shared
this moment shared
this person shared
glowing like a flame
a warm evening wine
of aging sorrow
time collapsing
into yearning rivers
this slow unburdening
this thing we share
that becomes a poem | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 7:50:40 AM | There is magic in this!
this thing we share
that becomes a poem | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 6:50:40 PM | silverswan, I appreciate you also. I'm grateful for your friendship and the writing you share with all of us.
Jodi
swallowtail female
take off and fly away
your mind that's
treasure lined
with eyes wize
deep
and calmly okay
lifetime friend
with heart to lend
and ear to bend
stay....stay
what could they know
of our endurance
and how we step around
their gender self assurance
and the land mines
of our own jealous kind?
vicious empty smiles
words laced with velvet cruelty
around the company of men
oblivious to their duality
who will I share looks with
books with
and savor illicit bouts of
chocolate insanity
oh, there is only
you
in rarity, hilarity
and your irreverent verity
LS 7/10/08 | |
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Posted: 7/10/2008 11:28:14 PM | L, grateful am I
to be worthy of your friendship,
grateful am i to read poems like the above,
so graceful,
words positioned at a suction point,
so sleek,
and the way they then twist,
then glide
on through our soul,
a green eyed heat sometimes ignites within me
that i do not possess your aim
to hit the mark so perfectly.....
so trailing behind your blue streak of beautiful words,
i blink and keep practicing with flint and twigs and tufts of dried grass
to build a bonfire, beautiful and blazing like you.
The offer still stands to be my roomie at the poetry festival this year..... maybe we can entice jer to come and we can have an orgy , well, at least with the words that we love so very much LOL | |
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Posted: 7/13/2008 7:33:59 PM | Female, you thought stumble
and there would be arms
to steady you and a voice
to say, "Peek a boo--
love!"
Male, I thought maps
could be read down
as well as along
the heart's cross-walk. | |
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Posted: 7/13/2008 7:37:51 PM |  But Jer....you see ...things get bleak
when no one there!
Silently....she burrows
A nest for all of her tomorrows!
Settle for nothing less
Broad shoulders
hips undressed
Fork in hand
Mind in the sand
Wants somethin' real
Before she goes in for the
Kill!
nice one Brizo hugs  | |
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Posted: 7/13/2008 8:32:08 PM | Forty dollars for a half a tank of freedom
It would take me to the border
And perhaps as far as Albany
But when running around aimlessly
Chasing kids and jobs
Odds and ends
I seem to come up empty
Still no matter what is left
In the little dish upon my dresser
It all works out in diligence and determination
To scrape up pennies for a coffee
It’s the least I can do
For myself and my sanity.
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A woman may say . . .
Stop and ask for directions sweetie
No need to look confused
Women don’t come with roadmaps
It takes a real man to make it through.
A man may say . . .
I know that I can find it
It’s the least I can do
To find out surreptitiously
That I haven’t an f-ing clue
No need to try and ponder
The questions near at hand
Just accept the inevitable
That a woman does not think like man. | |
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Posted: 7/13/2008 11:23:25 PM | why this world dissolving again?
oh sure, it is so easy to
whisper life, get up, get up
i know the drill
and simple rules
but why this labor?
i know i should not push
against the sorrow
leaking its ancient grief
i try to pretend
merciless ignorance
that the seams of me are not rent
and being pulled asunder
here in mid summer -
to feel winter finding me
all over again,
my footsteps in the snow,
retracing what was lost,
a seeming minor act,
to catch up with the story
where we left off
but where were we?
where are you? where am i?
your life is over
but still you are within me
and i must put myself
back together, labor on
in a blur, so nice here in the blur
and this arctic air
shriveling the pain
of your death,
the wolves up on the ridge,
knotted together
howling the hollowness of loss | |
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Posted: 7/14/2008 7:08:02 AM | Silverswan I remember
when you lose a child the pain doesn’t dissipate
in a year, or two but will be under the surface
on every anniversary as a crack in the wood
waiting, just waiting until you fall through
yet another time
but also someone who was very much an intricate part
of your life and your love will not disappear into oblivion
they rest in your heart, in the wind that blows
a tiny drop of rain that joins the river
uniting with your tears
I like to think they smile within a smile
laugh along with you
take your hand when you feel lost
and guide you back on the path
I like to think of them as here
inside where once they grew from
it’s ok to weep, it’s ok to mourn
the passage of a child
their life was not in vain
with your love. | |
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