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Posted: 8/26/2008 6:13:23 PM |
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...
i beg to differ on that point....that IS the secret to cooking....i never promised it would be good...lol....(what can I say?...i'm learning, still, how not to burn things)
i was thinkin, too, that grazing in the kitchen is a nice substitute for good sex...lol....aside from the big booty it causes....but, hell, i hear they like that, too...lol
with my man nowhere in sight
I figured i'm treating my self tonight
I had some microwave popcorn for dinner
and I swear they're makin' those pop-tarts thinner
had, then, some fruit snacks for the kid in my heart
With Reese's AND Oreo ice cream....where do I start?
so I sit here with more fruit snacks in my indecision
was that sugar high delusion or an epiphany vision?
lol....that's kinda a true story....that poem up there left me hungry too......
and, I just wanted to say "heeeey brizo"
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Posted: 8/26/2008 6:59:06 PM | Ash, good to see you! God, I'm so jealous....if I ate all that now that I've "paused" I'd probably gain 15 lbs...but up till my forties I could eat whatever I liked, and still stay thin with decent muscle tone....
I enjoy cooking, though it took my divorce to bring it out. My husband was very competitive and took the fun out of it for me....cum to think about it, the orgasms....the lack....nevermind......
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anniversary
I'm yours as you are mine
given in the primitive flesh
graven in the land we till
reflected in our childrens grace
when your arms enclose me
I am home
to gaze into your eyes is instant calm
and so we fill each other in this life
in our agreements and our oppositions
we are each others foil and compliment
in this world we have made
our meeting shimmers with our best intent
LS 6/17/08
First, Last & Age of Innocence | |
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Posted: 8/28/2008 6:53:27 AM | this is for teachers and those other mentors who give pieces of their soul to our children every day...
sum of the parts
the child was always told
what he amounted to
not anything
nothing he could do
right
laid in bed, cried all night
not that anyone cared
his feelings were bared
and on the sidelines
the people who matter
hesitate
interfering with fate
might make his life sadder
but he's barely getting by
teachers pass him with a sigh
in the halls
and try to make calls
to deadbeat parents
selfishness inherent
in their addictive needs
and narcissist deeds
and he shoulders the burden
for his brothers and sisters
they're hurting
and hungry and tired
mired in poverty
and liared past hope
they learn to cope
and grow towards the light
survivor's fight
because love is where you find it
sincerity behind it
coach on a bleacher
preacher, teacher
their healing goals
repairing souls
for the future
LS 8/28/08 | |
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Posted: 8/28/2008 7:17:33 AM | yeah, brizo....that was a good first read of the mornin'.....totally feelin' ya on that one....
did you reach out and "touch"
anyone today
or did you linger in the background
not minding what you say
or how you say it
or the lonely kid
in the corner
with dirty britches
and scuffed up shoes
what would others think
if they saw you
there
trying to care
so many are worried about what others would think
if they were seen, there, talking to a person on the brink
of falling apart at the "seems"
inside....silence screams.....to be heard....
in climbing that mountain
only the echos will be remembered
or the lack of them:
silence
wandering mountains
searching for a hint of reply
and echo of what you feel inside
only to find it in the darkest of caves
where so many others wandered, too
and now find themselves enslaved
to the only place where they ever heard something.....but it wasn't you
(i'm on the first cup of coffee this mornin'....needless to say...that wasn't my "greatest"......I was picturing someone wandering the soltude of struggle.....screaming to be heard....and hearing nothing but silence in return....really....think about how eeery that would be.....and then I was thinkin that the only other place to maybe find an echo would be in the caves, amongst the mountains....in the darkness....with the other folks that wanted to hear a reply) | |
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Posted: 8/29/2008 2:32:00 PM |
did you reach out and "touch"
anyone today
don't make me write my personal shower scene
when erect it's easier grooming
brizo loves it when I get new weed
I can hear her giggling
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Posted: 8/29/2008 5:56:30 PM | Ash, I love to connect with people, but there are times....
today, a client told me she got her test results back and the problem is, she's filled with cancer. She was upset because she wouldn't be around to take care of her hubby, who is senile and bedridden. We stared at each other and I so wanted to hug her, for comfort. What an amazing love, an amazing person to hear such news and only think of their mate and what a terminal illness would do to their life.....I had to duck behind the counter and sniffle....
Brawny....auto erotica doesn't count. It sounds like you need a new maid....
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a feel for the real
Reality kisses the face of the real
feel, baby feel
in surreal technicolor
your duller world illuminated
by truths that weren't anticipated
as you rise to the surface
of your tranquilized dream
and face your own pain
scream, baby scream
take it all in
let it all out
who cares if you shout
when you shut out the pain
you shut out the joy
it hurts at first
when you're back in circulation
returning from vacation on your medication
but now life's what it is
and not what it would seem
you see the world
with nothing in between
beam, baby beam
LS 8/15/08 | |
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Posted: 8/30/2008 8:38:05 AM | got my new plants:
one large container of Pincushion Flower, or Butterfly Blue Scabiosa (sounds like something you need an ointment for, eh?) Won the perennial plant of the year, so we'll see....no sissy plants for Ohio baked clay...
two containers of chinese lantern.....how I chuckled when I found this one....these will be able to stand up to invasive purple cornflowers and black eyed susans. And, they're super cool too.....
one container of sedge grass, it's a neat dark green color, and should only grow 18" x 18".....and it's a great texture against the astilbes and hostas in the shade bed...
one container of japanese painted fern, it's a dwarf hybrid, so it should keep it's boundaries...and it looks very similar to Jacob's Ladder, a famous fern hybrid winning awards among landscapers for it's easy care....
I was like a kid in a candy store. I had to stop myself from replacing the hydrangea the damn varmints chewed last year (and what were the dogs and cats doing right about then, you may ask. I know I did) And then I wanted to get started right away on the butterfly garden anchored by butterfly bush that is next years project (at least). But I saw my best friends butterfly garden and became consumed by envy.... Her backyard was filled with butterflies....
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bedazzled
Living is merely survival
but truly loving is an art
like the arrival of dawn
it softly advances
across your heart
brings to light all hidden imperfections
with acceptance to impart
and fresh new chances
lightened by love's grace
your soul dances, dances
LS 8/23/08
first, last & fingerpainting | |
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Posted: 9/1/2008 9:48:26 AM | *sigh* got most of the stuff planted, and got another plant, a balloon flower....now I have to finish a secondary weed barrier and mulch it with rocks (I'd use bark but I have a serious wolf spider problem out here - and these beds are right next to my house)....
your hello
someday
perhaps
he will "see" me
my words will seem
written for him
they are
and he will visit
my place
and his mind
will talk to mine
and we will roll
on paper sheets
burning daylight
agency of special hoping & Om's Palms | |
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Posted: 9/1/2008 10:45:22 AM | Someday soon. Though, if he doesn't already see it, you may have to get him bi-focals.  | |
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Posted: 9/1/2008 4:45:44 PM | I thought we were engaged......Aren't I next in line after Blackie?  You know, if he stares down the bi-focals at me in a certain way....it's one of my fetishes....lol.....
Well, just turned down a guy for a strictly sexual relationship.....I might segue a former lover into a fwb, if the sex was fantastic but we couldn't make a relationship work. But I don't care to begin a relationship on those terms....with some new guy I don't feel comfortable nude with.....especially with someone who texts, and can't be bothered with a conversation, has never asked me on a date, and is never available till late evening. Methinks there's another lady who'd be mighty surprised if she saw me....yanno?
I guess when you come down to it, I'm more conservative than I knew......
cat lady
to have a thrill
a trill of danger
the warming glance
of sexy stranger
is that behind her
in her past
can youthful blood
be meant to last
can heat from eyes
transmit to kitty
to thaw that frigid
frumpy biddy
alone she walks
with all her cats
respectable
with covered tats
just waiting for
that warming glance
that's followed by
a steely lance
to prick the flow
of icy stream
and start a thaw
to melt a queen
LS 9/01/08
first, last | |
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Posted: 9/1/2008 4:50:50 PM | Absolutely... if he doesn't work out, it's you and me all the way. I'll even buy a pair of bi-focals!  | |
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Posted: 9/4/2008 7:17:42 PM | Hi Brizo and friends. Great words being passed here. Thank you for allowing me, Jane Q. Public to visit and partake.
The story of your client.......very touching. Thank you for that as well. | |
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Posted: 9/4/2008 7:39:27 PM | Well, it's settled then Yokoh.....now I just have to find an electrician to switch my current.... Hope he's wearing carharrts and work boots....and a BIG tool belt....
lucid, I love when you visit....here's one for ya, I heard it tonight.....it reminds me of someone here on the boards....
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Poetry Man
Ooooo, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ooooo, ya
You make me laugh
'Cause your eyes they light the night
They look right through me, la, la, la
You bashful boy
You're hiding something sweet
Please give it to me, yeah, to me, ya
To me
Ooh, oh, talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
You make things all right, ya, ya
Ooooo, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ooooo, ya
You are a genie
And all I ask for is your smile
Each time I rub the lamp, la, la, la
When I am with you
I have a giggling teen-age crush
Then I'm a sultry vamp, ya, ya
Talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
You make things all right, ya, ya
Oooooh, ya, ya, ya
Oooooh, ya
[Musical Interlude]
Talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
You make things all right
Ooooo, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ooooo, ya
So once again
It's time to say so long
And so recall the call of life, la, la, la
You're going home now
Home's that place somewhere you go each day
To see your wife, ya, ya, ya
To see your wife
Wooo, oooh
Talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
You make things all right, ya
Wooo, oooh
Talk to me some more
You don't have to go
You're the Poetry Man
You make things all right
Phoebe Snow | |
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Posted: 9/4/2008 7:43:48 PM | | Oh Brizo, I have always loved that song! There's a few it reminds me of too! It's a great one! Somehow, sometimes it DOES make things alright! | |
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Posted: 9/4/2008 9:26:47 PM | You
are the one who
means more to me
than I thought I needed
you
are the one who
I can't live without
ever
you
are the one who...... | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 3:16:05 AM |
Well, just turned down a guy for a strictly sexual relationship.....I might segue a former lover into a fwb, if the sex was fantastic but we couldn't make a relationship work. But I don't care to begin a relationship on those terms....with some new guy I don't feel comfortable nude with.....especially with someone who texts, and can't be bothered with a conversation, has never asked me on a date, and is never available till late evening. Methinks there's another lady who'd be mighty surprised if she saw me....yanno?
I guess when you come down to it, I'm more conservative than I knew......
Maybe you needed to explain to this guy the difference between a human being and a smorgasbord, where you can say I'd like the boobs and the [naughty word] but not the brains and the sense of humour...
But no, I don't think you more "conservative," "liberal" or any other freaking label less it's real! | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 4:50:47 AM | | Hey Brizo... now I know we're two peas in a pod, I didn't think anyone but me like Phoebe Snow! (morning Alyosha). | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 9:38:45 AM | | Three peas..I'm a fan also. Great song choice, too, brizo. | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 5:55:20 PM | en afrique, there are some who just get under your skin, huh....
Jer, thanks. Yeah, I was a little insulted that he didn't seem to want to get to know me much at all....and I'm kind of proud of my personal growth. I guess I haven't considered my physical appearance to be a major draw since I passed 35....who knew? Unless he thought I'd be desperate because I'm a five or so years older....and in that event, he can bite me. I've had better back in the day.
hey Yokoh and om, I think with Lucid we might have a whole pod full....
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knock on wood
How we were stunned in the spell of good luck.
we waited for the other shoe to drop
the instinct there that makes you want to duck
or knock on wood to make the bad luck stop
eventually we learned to trust in life
and laugh within the sunshine of our days
although we weren't entirely free of strife
life was so sweet we journeyed through amazed
LS 8/15/08
stanzas, Parables of Dreams Prose or Poems | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 6:06:17 PM | I've been wondering how yoko liked the storms
haven't you brizo?
I had something intelligent written and hit the wrong button
I was going to ask her
sister mary too
whatever
guess I'll just ask you | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 6:41:32 PM | Oh yeah, I hadn't thought about that....heck of a welcome gift from the Islands...
we're just glad we got some rain in Ohio, though I was kind of pissed it happened the day I was taking the kids to the fair (and it hasn't rained all summer) weather said scattered showers....yeah.....so now we're going to a different county Monday and I'm getting them all ride tickets (I got a bonus at work)
I'm going to a play tomorrow and then an eighties party after. I got a great outfit, drop waist dress, primary colors, big buttons and high top tennies and slouch socks....I'm not sure whether I should put a sweatband on or spray my bangs to the ceiling.... | |
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Posted: 9/5/2008 6:47:13 PM | you'll be cute as hell either way  | |
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Posted: 9/6/2008 4:40:44 AM | | ^^^^agreed on the cute. (Hannah missed us, Ike is passing by at a great distance, not much more than some rain expected tomorrow but it looks like you might have to hunker down BD...) for Brizo for Dog | |
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Posted: 9/6/2008 10:53:48 AM |
Jer, thanks. Yeah, I was a little insulted that he didn't seem to want to get to know me much at all....
Or he probably wanted to get to know some parts of you REAL WELL and some - like what really makes you you - he wouldn't have recognized if they hit him in the face! | |
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Posted: 9/6/2008 10:55:53 PM | well, I think my cheery goodbye kind of hit him in the face.... Though I was a bit insulted, I couldn't see any reason for ill will....at least he was honest, blunt and crude, but honest....
god, what is wrong with me? I've lost what meager ability I once had to socialize....it's now nonexistent in a bar setting....kind of hard to be all cheery when a man your age is hitting on your daughter all night. I wanted to slug him sooo bad.....frikkin creep.... | |
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