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Posted: 8/11/2008 8:28:06 PM | This was written for silverswan, I hope she, also returns one day......
mercury rising
how I selfishly wish
you could have stayed
and posted, intermittently
but that is not
who you are
and I am proud
that you honored your feelings
you had to leave
(the extreme choice)
with the same passion
that you have laughed
and cried
over these pages
and so, my friend
live, live, live
in love and life
with your trademark passion
LS 8/02/058
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Posted: 8/12/2008 6:46:03 PM | written for Om.....
collision
I approach the chalk line
with reproach
the stalking encroaching
upon your personal space
leaving you no grace
or place to recede
a pissing match
and you'll go missing,
I'm drawn to intercede
the spotlight glare
too harsh and unforgiving
for a dear, dear friend
for a poet, living
LS 8/02/08
leaves, musings | |
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Posted: 8/14/2008 6:16:40 AM | to all those interesting men who look but don't write....I never know if they were just looking or truly interested....seems those I've taken the initiative with and written were just looking.....
write, dammit
I see you looking
but you never write
somehow you found me
but never a bite
good thing I don't rely
on a dating site
and the meager reply
to soften my plight
Oh I've sent a note
when I like what you've got
but do you reply?
oh no, you do not
I guess what you see
is not what you like
good thing this is free
when you click and say yike
there's got to be one
that I'm looking for
who's looking is done
when I show at the door
we'll look at each other
and break out in grins
and never will bother
at looking again
LS 6/19/08
Erik's | |
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Posted: 8/14/2008 6:59:10 AM | well, even if i do find "the one"
don't think i'll want to stop the fun
of looking at great butts and lats
of the U.S. swim team
they're driving me bats
they have this habit
of partially disrobing
their suits barely covering
their hips that i'm scoping
i keep waiting for my own moment golden
dreaming that soon a hunky hunk i'll be holdin'!!!!!! | |
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Posted: 8/14/2008 7:44:08 AM | welcome back! I had seen you posted, but couldn't read it until I logged out and back in....what's up with that, I wonder? Ah well...
Yes, I hope that for you, too. I was watching Ladder 49 the other night and wished for the same certainty and rightness the characters had about each other....
For the first time ever a peace stole into my heart. I "knew" it was going to happen soon, that finally I was ready for the compromises of commitment....what an odd feeling that was. But a good one.
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laws of attraction
if I find love again
I'm not pushing it away
that's not just something
to sometimes say
I'll change
what I think I need to
expand my range
of achievement
plant the seed of a deed
to breed with my need
become my best self
for improvement
scour my soul
find my groove
in the movement
mean what I say
say what I mean
and if you don't like
what falls in between
you might want to
arrange
your own change
LS 7/11/07
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Posted: 8/14/2008 8:45:46 AM | wow, serendipity.....
I just received an email from someone not even connected to the poetry forums, with her favorite poem in it.
I've had the same thing happen to me, gave plenty of rope and they ended up hanging themselves with it. Ran off to a b!tch with attitude.
I see them unhappy, bossed and gamed to death and give my head a shake...and you know, once you lose respect it's over, so there's no going back....
TALE WITH A SIMPLE MORAL
Once upon a time
There lived a man
Who was loved by a woman.
That was unusual in itself,
For they lived in an age
When love was a word that was
Vastly overused and greatly underworked.
But not only did she love him
She loved him splendidly.
Faithfully – not because fidelity
Was the only possibility, for many men
Desired her
But because she believed that fidelity would
Enrich her experience with him,
Because fidelity was an essential ingredient
Of loyalty.
Faithful she was
But not dull, for she wanted to delight him
So she loved him boldly.
Love provided her with the security that she needed
To be abandoned
And with him her spirit was adventurous
And her body was willing.
She responded.
What a gift that is
To let someone see how you feel
When you are most naked.
Faithful, bold and responsive,
She also loved him with perspective.
She was able to stand back and see him
As a person
A person whom she liked;
And so to love she added
Respect, affection, admiration and friendship.
The love that she brought him was enough
to warm him in the night
without smothering his existence.
Though it was a rare and beautiful gift,
He did not appreciate it.
For they lived in an era of merchandising
And packaging,
And she brought her love
Without a fancy wrapping,
Openly in her hand
Instead of in a shiny box.
She did not wrap her love in coyness.
She did not flirt with other men
To make him jealous
She did not tease him.
She made him feel secure with her.
But while he liked the security
He responded to a challenge.
She did not put her love in a box.
She did not border it with demands.
She did not ask for an apartment
Or a love nest in the country
Or expensive presents
Or nights out dinner dancing.
He appreciated the fact that she was not demanding
But he thought it meant that she had not worth
And he was a man who put a value on things.
So he got into his horse-powered chariot
And went away.
Her friends were ready
As friends often are
With an autopsy of the relationship.
“You should have played harder to get.”
“You were too available.”
“You didn’t keep him guessing.”
“You didn’t play your cards right.”
“Perhaps” she said,
“But I offered him a mature loving woman
and had he responded to that offer,
I would have had a man.
If I had offered him a line
And he had taken that
I would have had not a man, but a fish.”
The moral of this story is very simple:
Sometimes it’s hard to recognize a happy ending.
Joan Sutton | |
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Posted: 8/16/2008 6:52:26 AM | loopy
as starlight is cast
and moonlight's low slung
I spin in a dance
with wildness outflung
lupine and feral
in silvery light
I am in peril
of lifting in flight
diving and swooping
exulting in whoops
I'm moon mad and night glad
and taking large scoops
with both of the dippers
dripping stars on daytrippers
and nincompoops
LS 7/30/08 | |
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Posted: 8/17/2008 8:41:42 AM | Oh, You Pretty Things
Wake up you sleepy head
Put on some clothes, shake up your bed
Put another log on the fire for me
I've made some breakfast and coffee
Look out my window what do I see
A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
All the nightmares came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay
What are we coming to
No room for me, no fun for you
I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the golden ones
Written in pain, written in awe
By a puzzled man who questioned
What we were here for
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Don't you know you're driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Don't you know you're driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the homo superior
Look at your children
See their faces in golden rays
Don't kid yourself they belong to you
They're the start of a coming race
The earth is a ****
We've finished our news
Homo sapiens have outgrown their use
All the strangers came today
And it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Don't you know you're driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Oh you pretty things (oh you pretty things)
Don't you know you're driving your
Mamas and papas insane
Let me make it plain
You gotta make way for the homo superior
David Bowie - Hunky Dory | |
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Posted: 8/18/2008 9:07:43 AM | My last day of stacation, which happens to coincide with my grandkids last day of summer vacation...
Yesterday we painted the lawn furniture and started a new landscape box. While the hamburgers were grilling they ran around the yard with the last of the sparklers . After the movie I stepped around them sleeping like a bunch of puppies on my way to bed....
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rescue
hoping they'll make it
before it's too late
I hesitate
I'd rather wait
than let fate determine
a lonelier way
away from the play
and friendly chatter
and then they arrive
and say
what's the matter?
their silly cajolery
consoles
they beguile
a genuine smile
with their foolery
I roll up my anxiety
and put it away inside
while we ride
to our appointment
with the new improved day
and from my pockets
in radiant lines
my happiness shines
LS 7/19/08
leaves, musings
I figured a poem about my family fitted right in... | |
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Posted: 8/18/2008 8:46:02 PM | Thank God for call display
digital phones and the screens that say
one eight hundred
and you know it is not your true love
more a voice wanting to sell or coerce
sometimes offering incentives
which tempt.
When the phone rings and the area code
makes your heart
do a two and one half back flip
then...
then...
get down on your knees and pray
to the Gods of call display | |
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Posted: 8/19/2008 5:55:25 AM | hey, someone posted! Welcome to the thread, I've been reading your good stuff around the poetry forums. While you're praying, make sure you answer the phone....
well, off to work I go again....hopefully the respite did some good for my stress level....I get to treat myself to some new plants in a few days....I have some bare spots in my landscaping box, and it's a reward for all the painting and gardening I've been doing on my staycation....
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lovesick
to help the itching halt
abetting sensual assault
it's in the blood
the fox, the stud
the moon has lit you raving
and you are swollen, craving
just trembling on the brink
too physical to think
your skin turned inside out
by what they've brought about
with just one smoldering look
a never failing hook
so shiver if you must
as you succumb to lust
your pulse leaps to their hand
as if it's by command
and in your pleasure drown
and lay you softly down
LS 6/19/08
first,last & Ethics and Supressed Desires | |
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Posted: 8/22/2008 4:55:35 PM | I guess I'll continue in the theme of lust....I think I've got a trio....
conjure man
conjure man
touch the core in me
the feather boa
mule and peignoir
whore in me
whisper a spell
to swell in my mind
bind my thoughts
in a swoon of carnality
let your hands
spark tinder to fire
conjure up my desire
blazing with greed
waken my need
LS 7/15/08
Daily Poet
Great Virtue | |
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Posted: 8/22/2008 4:59:53 PM | and this one, just because I love it and sent it to a friend....oh, how I wish I could write like this....
Brown Penny
I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.
William Butler Yeats 1910 | |
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Posted: 8/24/2008 4:59:43 PM | the rapture
as the magic lingers
shock waves from exploring fingers
fireworks ignite
shiver with delight
taste me once again
passion seeking man
there's no denying how
my body's sighing now
so revel in delirious mastery
conduct your carnal symphony
lips and fingers linger
I love your magic
ecstasy bringer
LS 7/30/08
I'm tired of writing from memory....real sensory input would be so nice.... | |
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Posted: 8/24/2008 5:07:55 PM | | ^ I hafta agree with you, brizo, but your memory is working very well with that one. Nice job! | |
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Posted: 8/24/2008 9:10:17 PM | | my god....a visitor....*swoons* Livingston, I presume? | |
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Posted: 8/25/2008 5:39:49 AM | brizo you need to pop your eyeball out.....well it worked for a while with me....no serious speaking for myself here....I track your thread down everyday to see what gems you have left us mere mortals.....lol...I have wrote a couple things for here but felt they fell short of what they were following so I just put them on my junk thread...lol..
either way I really enjoy your writes and hope to be able to post something more than just a reply such as this....
Marc
on second thought since you on my favorite subject...... | |
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Posted: 8/25/2008 6:23:59 AM | i dont want a taste
i want the whole enchilada
Im a big guy so I need the whole meal
we can smother each other in gravy
and lick till our loins are content
or until you get filled
you know how we southerners roll
we'll put gravy on anything
you could do this over the table bent
then for desert we could break out the
WHIP CREAM
placed strategically has always been a dream
yea you should always finish off
any good meal with somthin sweet
and top it off with a little whip CREAM
....lol man Im hungry....
so I feel ya...
sex is like air...
its not missed until its not there..... | |
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Posted: 8/25/2008 7:24:11 AM | ok the more I looked at it that one shoulda went to the junk pile as well, but im hungry as hell.....
here...
I want to consume you whole
as we undress our souls
no dont turn out the light
I want to see your delight
as I wonder aimlessly around your body
and treat the queen to her king
humbly serving your every carnal desire
as we touch on our animal side
our minds will be our only limitation
for you I am willing to get lost in your skin
livinin in another night of sin
as we take it to a new euphoric high
whisper your fantasy
as you nibble on my ear
tell me the one you wish us to share
and I will trace it out with my tongue
the air filling with our glazed glares
the chills leading us to temptation
a place seldom seen
and that nice kinda mean
an unspoken guarantee
filled with ecstasy
whisper your fantasy | |
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Posted: 8/25/2008 9:57:01 AM | brizo 1564 made me sweat and then ALOTMARC left me 'hungry' WHEW! LOL..
alotmarc, I heard about the eyeball popping thing with you, but I missed it LOL.. | |
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Posted: 8/25/2008 3:56:24 PM | Marc, you made me hungry too....I had something I wrote about the whole enchilada once...some call those cliche phrases, but by this century everything's a worn cliche.... so if I avoided cliches I'd never write another damn word....
Thank you for stopping by my thread, and praising so generously when I was *ahem* feeling a wee bit sorry for myself...
and what's this eyeball thing about? I hadn't heard...
Drea, shouldn't good sex always be followed by grazing in the kitchen? hehe...heck, I'm usually feeling so sweet I actually cook....yup guys, that's the secret to good cooking from your woman, good orgasms...
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I think this may have been a Aretha gem, redone by The Flying Burrito Brothers....I like both versions. One of the songwriters, Dan Penn also did a version but I haven't heard that one...if you've never heard Burrito Deluxe by the Flying Burrito Brothers, do yourself a favor and give it a listen. It also has a beautiful version of Wild Horses, which Gram Parsons borrowed from Mick and Keith...
Do Right Woman, Do Right Man
Take me to heart
And I'll always love you
And nobody can make me do wrong
Take me for granted
Leaving love unshown
Makes will power weak
And temptation strong
A woman's only human
You should understand
She's not just a plaything
She's flesh and blood
Just like her man
If you want a do right
All days woman
You've gotta be a do right
All night man
Yeah, yeah
They say that it's a man's world
But you can't prove that by me
And as long as we're together baby
Show some respect for me
If you want a do right
All day woman
You've gotta be a do right
All night man
A woman's only human
This you should understand
She's not just a plaything
She's flesh and blood
Just like her man
If you want a do right
All day woman
You've gotta be a do right
All night man
You've gotta be a do right
All night man
songwriters: Chips Moman and Dan Penn | |
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Posted: 8/25/2008 4:17:58 PM | Oh, there are times it's gotten pretty raunchy in here....I think I even have a penis on the first or second page....(a present from Om ) Decorum's certainly not an issue here...
but felt they fell short of what they were following
Funny you should mention that, I always felt that way about Black Mary. Read everything he wrote, but couldn't bring myself to post very often on his thread, because he was so brilliant...hope he didn't think I was stuck up, I was just plain intimidated by his talent...
so continuing the enchilada/burrito theme.....
got too much sass
to just settle
for your piece of ass
c'mon, test my mettle
I might be brash
trailer trash
but won't be pushed
into anything rash
won't be rushed
objections hushed
if you feel the need
sexual greed
knock those boots with another girl
I can wait, 'cause love's a pearl
when you hurry it along
you start it wrong
and will you ever like me
for my mind?
I'd like to find
the whole enchilada
rolled up in one man
instead I get the sample platter
mind over matter
matter over mind
together they're impossible to find
LS 8/10/08
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Posted: 8/25/2008 4:28:22 PM | | Hey Brizo. I like some of the poems that I read. I wanted to ask you what were your feelings on the one where you talk about just looking. After all isn't that what we do when we go out somewhere? For example when we go to a bar or a club we hit on women and they turn us down or just keep walking. Even if we strike a connection don't we always look for something that attracts us? We always look no matter where we go and most of the time that's what we do!! | |
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Posted: 8/25/2008 4:39:18 PM | hmm, well some of the "lookers" look so intriguing, I just wish they would write. But I don't think I'm their cup of tea. I've tried being proactive and writing them myself, trying to keep it light and friendly, but honestly, I don't think they're interested....
I see so many interesting profiles, and the men are usually half a state away or in another country...it's just frustration is all. I deserve what I get, because my profile is hidden... | |
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Posted: 8/26/2008 4:01:53 AM |
many interesting profiles, and the men are usually half a state away or in another country...it's just frustration is all. I deserve what I get, because my profile is hidden...
Hmm... I apologize for blowing your cover but http://www.plentyoffish.com/member1358145.htm | |
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