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Posted: 9/29/2008 5:26:27 PM | lol...not sure who that would be....
by the way
by the way
what will I have to compromise?
when we are under foot
and our runaway train
has slowed
will you have me throw
the things I love
to lighten up the load?
LS 8/15/08
Daily Poet, Reversing the Spell | |
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Posted: 9/29/2008 5:52:50 PM | | wow brizo, that was evocatively profound...strange(and enviable) that volumes can be written in so few words.. | |
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Posted: 9/29/2008 8:26:03 PM |
by the way
what will I have to compromise?
when we are under foot
and our runaway train
has slowed
will you have me throw
the things I love
to lighten up the load?
Second that Drea...Brizo, this captured my mantra when it comes to "relationships"
I turned myself inside out
and found that the skin I was in
itched
how did I shed who I am?
was it a slow process
unnoticed even by me?
my new skin is raw, delicate
like the person within
you may look
but don't touch. | |
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Posted: 9/29/2008 9:50:46 PM |
by the way
by the way
what will I have to compromise?
when we are under foot
and our runaway train
has slowed
will you have me throw
the things I love
to lighten up the load?
brizo, every man should read this! | |
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Posted: 9/30/2008 9:26:18 PM | drea, thanks! I wrote it for Humormonger's thread...but sometimes those "planned" writes turn out okay, I kind of liked it when I got done....I thought, yeah...
pickles...it's been so long since I've exposed that much of myself to anyone...this is probaly rather stupid, but I long for someone to make me move past being sensible...(those will probably be famous last words that I'll have to eat a few years from now - when I'm crying because I wasn't sensible...)
Om, isn't that what we really all think, inside? Haven't we all had to give up things we love, things that made us unique?? Required reading for all people...and I wonder how many people think I held them back....
youguys are going to give me a big head... | |
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Posted: 10/4/2008 6:48:37 PM | The pirate
I wore an eye patch
and a poet's shirt
while Jack Sparrow rolled
in six feet of dirt
I was hoping
to walk the plank
loosen my breeches
and fill in the blank
to take what I wanted
in true pirate way
without hesitation
or any delay
I can only give you
a rapine smile
and chocolate coins
and saucy style
while you plan to breach
my breeches
and we will share
a memory
of moonlit sand and beaches
LS 8/18/08
My Poetry. One I'm working on and whatever else. | |
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Posted: 10/4/2008 7:50:55 PM | | cute one L........ can i borrow your parrot????? polly wanna whacka???? | |
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Posted: 10/4/2008 8:23:18 PM | I'm going to be a pirate this Halloween...I already have my breeches, shirt and vest and boots, my hat and some tattoos...
too bad I'll be at work, or I would stuff my codpiece.... I mean, if I'm going to be a man I want to be a MAN....
Wonder who I can ravage? 
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sunrise and sunset
the rays shimmer
mellifluous
golden, blue and pink
sun poised on the brink
of the horizon
filled with poison
on the waning side of life
I begin my descent
having risen, shone
and went
my shining sun is spent
LS 8/02/08
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well, I do have a crush.....one of my friends scoped out if he was single...he knows I'm interested and I spoke to him today....so the ball is in his court now... | |
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Posted: 10/4/2008 8:31:37 PM | take me! take me!!! rosie won't mind! she'll share!!!!!
ah L.....
not spent
just a softer glow
we of a certain age
just more mellow
nothing can extinguish our flame
and every once in awhile
we even spark!!!
sparkle on sister, sparkle on! | |
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Posted: 10/5/2008 1:34:02 PM | Why do others have so much
One need not turn away from happiness.
One stands with one hand full,
overflowing,
and the other hand empty.
And one stares and stares at the empty hand
and mewls: “Why? When? Why not?
Why not me? Why do others have so much
and I have nothing?” | |
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Posted: 10/5/2008 3:32:51 PM | hearts always in winter
shiver and cry
never see warmth
though it's always close by
as close as a breath
as a thaw, as a jonquil
some hearts just see nothing
and everything's uphill
a battle, a struggle
a fight to the finish
yet under the snow banks
life never diminished
deep under snow drifts
the beauty of spring lies
just waiting for sunshine
to bring forth surprises
how sad are the hearts
that can never see joy
just waiting for them
if positivity they'd employ. | |
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Posted: 10/6/2008 10:14:15 PM | Inside?
There is an ocean inside I imagine
our eyes inside | |
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Posted: 10/7/2008 7:28:09 PM | climb up on the raft love....it isn't all a tempest... I drug this out of mothballs...
sea of love 2/27/07
We can dive so deeply in the passion of now
the current is strong in the sea of love
look in my eyes to see how I feel
hold onto my hands and remember to breathe
before we go under the waves of desire
my heart is a raft of shelter
as we ride the crest of pleasure
to the stable shore
LS
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This just read "Narcissists prone to leadership positions"......ya think? the article also went on to detail that narcissists weren't necessarily the best leaders, they just thought they were....their actual skill levels were no better than their quieter counterparts.... | |
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Posted: 10/8/2008 5:39:22 PM | *chuckles, ah, trust a Taurus to look for "stable shore"...:) Nice one, brizo.
Rafts are for drifters, but I'm sure yours has paddles and a roof...:)
Sorry,L, I'm out of poetry lately, lucky if I can find one line lately.
Overtime will do that I guess..:/
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Posted: 10/8/2008 7:34:47 PM | | well....I seem to be growing hand holds.... | |
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Posted: 10/8/2008 9:46:33 PM | left behind
who am I
without the grace
of sorrow
humility and loss
runs through my marrow
I am softer now
than yesterday's swagger
my heart's been bled
upon love's dagger
LS 9/12/08
folks, I'm running out of poems...I am down to about ten, so if you don't see me, it's because there's nothing to post...
Please forgive me, Alyosha and silverswan for my bad manners....I thought I had already commented....
Jer, I'm trying for a more zen approach to love, hopefully more giving and less expecting...I have a lot of soul work to do....
silver, those people just perceive "starvation"....like Jer says, one of their hands is full, but they never see it.....sometimes they can sour the greatest gift, shadow the sunniest day....I try to stay away from those toxic people...I hope you do, because you have a warm heart. They'll steal it away and leave you shivering... | |
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Posted: 10/8/2008 11:57:50 PM | let the music come to you
in long chords
notes from your lifetime
curled up inside you
like the unborn
they will come
when it is time
when you need them most
they will arpeggio thru you
to end the silent waiting | |
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Posted: 10/9/2008 4:00:47 AM | A woman known as “Saltydog”
and a sailor who’d never been to sea
slept together in separate beds
but dreamed of each other
night after night.
from "Passing the Salt" | |
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Posted: 10/12/2008 10:58:40 AM | silver, thanks for that....I haven't been hearing much internal music lately, but I've been reading quite a bit...I figure that's the fodder, add time and pensiveness and sometimes a poem comes out...just read Year of Wonders, and I'm in the middle of Lymond Chronicles...guess I'm immersed in the 16 and 1700's mentally...
I've also been beating myself up with the I should mow/ I don't feel like mowing thing....it happens every year about this time, I get really burnt out with the four hours it takes to mow the lawn....but I know if I don't the grass will be unmanageable in the spring. I'll be hopping off the mower and disengaging the blades and pulling out grass every 30 feet...
Jer, now all they need is some tequila and lime....once I dreamed of my other half, I could feel him spooning me...I woke with a wet pillow...maybe next lifetime...*sigh*....
think I scared off a new one...I had the feeling he wanted me to be more regretful and apologetic for the past, when he asked whether knowing what I do now would I do it again? Yes....
perhaps I'm weird, but I regret my marriage, should have just lived with him for the good years, and left when it started to sour...before it took my innocence and youthful good looks with it....of course regret none of my children, regret any pain I've caused to anyone, but not the love that prompted it....
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carpe diem
in time
there are no stops
yesterday is tomorrow
a minute a thousand years
touching yesterday
seeing your face again
finding my joy in you
I'll put away
tomorrow
and I will linger
a thousand years
LS 8/17/08
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Posted: 10/12/2008 6:10:49 PM | ahhh, we survived right? they survived right? it's all good girl, it's all good.... tho you could take a chapter from my mowing book....just don't do it...let the weeds grow to four feet, let the autumn come, watch them go from green to yellow to brown, then just harvest the whole freaking back yard of "hay" in one fell swoop (yeah, my neighbors just love me)....works for me!!!
how many more years will i waste
or tears of regret should i let fall
remembering the sweet days of summer
that unravelled and were lost
now, annealed here to this winter
should i not be as light as snow?
all silver and crystalline drifting
a weightless cadence of lost desire
a silhouette reflecting the transparent
an interlacing, an unfolding, an opening
calmly receiving eternal night
yeppers L...that's me.... one flakey flake...and then..... i'll be slush!!!! LOL | |
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Posted: 10/12/2008 8:12:49 PM | well, I got it the mowing out of the way.... Just the trim work with the push mower and the string trimmer to go...after that, hmm....I have to deadhead my perennials or the coneflowers will proceed to their annual takeover, first the circle bed, then the world....
Hehe, I have a surprise for them, yes.....I got some Chinese Lantern, and that's every bit as invasive so it should be able to hold it's own in there....
I still have a swing to coat with polyurethane, and one more coat of paint for the lawn furniture, plus weed and feed for the crabgrass and a bit of seed in a few weeks...I'd like to fertilize the trees once more before winter and weatherproof the steps...
silver, you almost make me look forward to winter....almost....or is it just that big to do list?
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simple minded
just being me
too plain for you to see
can't pretend for you
so I never send for you
devalue what you see
when you look at me
make me shrink inside
just let things ride
you're never easy
always some flaw
something making you crazy
if I'm dull to find satisfaction
in ordinary action
I think peace is worth pursuing
and found in simply doing | |
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Posted: 10/12/2008 8:16:56 PM |
I'm tired - I'm never enough
ego just isn't that tough
so I'm dull to find satisfaction
in ordinary everyday action
delete, delete... does not compute... error | |
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Posted: 10/12/2008 8:20:56 PM | | ?? I guess the poem could do without it....but this is one of the throw aways....I couldn't really do anything with it...it's missing an ingredient or something. Plus it's kinda whiny....I'll see if I can change it up a bit...maybe I'll like it then. I don't really like it now... | |
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Posted: 10/12/2008 8:25:01 PM | | I meant, you are anything but those things your wrote. There are few as vibrant and alive and aware and as wonderful as you. | |
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Posted: 10/12/2008 8:40:30 PM | yokoh....if you only knew how annoyed they get at work....my vibrancy and awareness is rubbing them the wrong way....
So now I can't mention I like someone's Sesame Street shirt because we get into a discussion about how Elmo and Prairie Dawn are egotistical and Snuffy is supposed to be Big Birds invisible friend but there he is walking down the street...
I'm not supposed to admire someone's hair or how white their teeth are or their Obama button...or how I saw their painting at the art show in the Library.....*sigh*....it's hard... | |
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