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Posted: 3/25/2007 10:28:28 PM | Polly, re: vantage point
How perceptive of you to consider. I appreciate one's ability to understand from another perspective.
Indeed, as a young man many years ago, intelligent, handsome, athletic, passionate, artistic, musical, talented, and very, very eager... but woefully inept in the art of '70's courtship protocol, the sometimes blatantly apparent physical evidence of my desire was the only common communication between my uneducated, inexperienced beauty and I.
I am sensitive to Cyn and her difficulties, and will remember her. | |
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Posted: 3/25/2007 11:50:53 PM | ^^^^^^thanks for stopping by nowrnever.....I used to live in your area, in Silverdale, Bremerton and Poulsbo.....well, across Puget Sound from you.....I really miss it there, miss the pine smell and the different outlook.....I wrote a poem about it, some pages back.....
my exhusband told me how he always got a boner in calculus.....his teacher was a stern, stout middle aged woman, and he had no clue where the stimulus was coming from, just that it happened and he was embarrassed about it.....
I wrote this for a horse I saw in Washington State, on a curve on Seabeck Highway. It had a high curved neck but was two toned, black and white. I happened to be driving by when they let it out of the trailer, and it streaked across the turf and across my heart.....it was just so damn beautiful.....every day after that I honked if it were near the fence.....
Leggy Love 1985?
I watch you every day
you give your head a saucy toss
you preen and strut
it makes me long to
climb on your back
and ride you
in dancing, prancing circles
with the dew on the grass
and the joy of the moment
LS | |
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Posted: 3/26/2007 8:38:51 AM |
All that you see or seem,
is but a dream within a dream. *
All that you are or were
Is but a shadow of what you may infer
About the future you.
And so the question arises,
To what shall you be true?
A little bit less
to what you were,
a little bit more to who you are
and a whole lot more to what
as yet you cannot see
but hope one day to be...
*E.A. Poe | |
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Posted: 3/26/2007 11:59:44 AM | A tear to not shed
Dwelling there deep
Enrooted in a familiar pit
I walk out to breathe
And forthwith shed tears | |
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 155 | |
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Posted: 3/26/2007 3:26:31 PM | As we cling to our selves and grow,
we trellis our hearts to the spines of our vision.
The sun from this place is needed to sow
a life beyond the throes of our world's indecision.
In the middle of the pond is an island of mercy
inhabited by a one whose honesty shows,
Where minds can thrive with no charge of heresy
reflected back to the thinker in the thoughts of Brizo. | |
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Posted: 3/26/2007 6:27:45 PM | wow, I have visitors!  Just goes to show a watched pot never boils. Been out job hunting today, wish me luck....took my girls to the vet. Ever tried driving with a 76 lb. dogs' head on your lap? Every time she moved she shifted me into neutral......
Naive, thank you for stopping by my thread and leaving a gift! I love your stuff .....I have a cool word for you, too: noesis.......I've been wanting to use it........is it just a poem, are you okay?
Jer, as always, nice to see you....I might try watching Junebug tonight, it came in.....
Sky, I'm so flattered..........you know, I really like playing around limericks and first, last and alphabet with you....my daffodils are up, and at least one hyacinth......if I weren't underemployed, I was seriously tempted by some bamboo today....
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Moss 1/22/07
If I could be a color
I would be the beautiful
golden green of moss
soft to lay your head upon
a compass when you have lost your way
an absorber
I would wink at you
from charcoal trunks
in murky forests
the deep notes
a contrast
to dappled ferns
and leaf greens
golden leaves
my neutral
on the woodland floor
LS | |
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Posted: 3/26/2007 6:33:40 PM | | Consciousness indeed, Brizo...And I love reading your poems also! | |
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Posted: 3/26/2007 10:36:22 PM | Now here we are
whispers and footprints
sounds of Spring
a consciousness left unsaid
floating and peddling about
struggle begins and clockwork ensues
don't help it along
it needs its own strength and power
to survive
a strung along poem my royal jelly
taking bits and pieces for my nourishment
giving back metamorphosis
and a seed of flowerful jolly | |
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Posted: 3/26/2007 11:06:37 PM | uzi...howdy and nice to see you in here....I used to eat bee pollen in my protein shakes....made me feel energetic, now I know why the bees are so industrious....
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posted in Age of Innocence and Sky's poems she's working on.......
those lucious petals 2/18/07
plant porno
has arrived
with reverence
I glide
retinas of color
override
the lightless
slug inside
I dare to dream
flowerbeds of order (har!)
bushes fill a border
my rings of marker
greedily assertive
my lists divertive
my true task
shoveling snow
slips further down
the list below
LS | |
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Posted: 3/27/2007 8:24:54 PM | Everything of worth
But everything of worth is in my inner space,
Everything learned through error
all epiphanies
what the exact cost of love is
the fact that I do not belong to myself
because others love me
why you should forgive
why they call pride foolish
every joy shared,
all persons,
lovers, friends, family
and those who passed on,
they are in a secret inner room
whose door may be unlocked
but sometimes
not without tears
1/31/07
posted in Cafe Mogador......and somewhere else....senility..... | |
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Posted: 3/27/2007 8:27:58 PM | Already posted in Erik's thead and Ravin's ballad thread
Ballad of dad
I have a story about the wood
my dad wouldn't let sleeping dogs lie
though we warned him he probably should
he kept bringing it up, oh my
you just don't want to hear
about your dad's sex life
but he wouldn't be quiet I fear
because he'd gotten a young wife
but being the age he was
his tool wasn't always as "sharp"
we unfortunately knew this because
upon the damn subject he'd harp
he bought growth hormones from an ad
(on this he was mercifully silent)
eleven month later he was a dad
of a beautiful female infant
He was seventy May of last year
my sister just turned eight
and although she is a dear
poor dad has alot on his plate
mother nature always knows best
for reference just think of my dad
he should have given his woody a rest
and now he wishes he had
but my sister is such a neat kid
and on that fact we all agree
on retirement dad tightened the lid
and turned the house husband key
LS 3/13/07 | |
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Posted: 3/27/2007 8:35:36 PM | May, on her ninth birthday
you are nine years old today
god, it seems like yesterday
when I was so in love with you
I lay and watched you while you slept
and grateful and humbled
I wept
that in the wreckage of bad choices
something so right and true
and beautiful as you
had come to me
I placed my finger and my heart
in your wrinkled tiny palm
and you have held it ever since
Oh, how could I have ever known
this thoughtless, gnarly, foolish
heart
would feel the power of such love
and you and those who followed
would restore
emotional purity
to babylon
LS
posted somewhere.....eyes' old thread perhaps? | |
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Posted: 3/27/2007 8:58:40 PM | Did you say jury duty ?
They told me it was a privilege
My duty as a Canadian Citizen
To sit in a stuffy room for a couple of weeks
And learn something about our judicial system
I told them that it may be a privilege to some
At the same time grumbling at my loss of money and freedom
And the precarious position I was in
At the time of their notice and position of the moon
I am so sorry and please forgive my lack of justice
But at any given moment in time
My water is about to break
I have been ordered to bed rest only
I am about to deliver my first child
My feet are swollen the size of china
All my clothes are at the end of their seams
As well as my patience
I pass – maybe another time perhaps? | |
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Posted: 3/27/2007 9:04:08 PM | Jury duty take two
Not again!!
are they crazy?
was this a sign
or am I cursed
notice in mail
among the many bills
It's your duty
to report
to the city
on such and such a date
picked up the phone yet again
a few years later now
well it looks like I have to pass
no not that
but
it's twins this time
body is the size of china
can't walk or sit or sleep
mind on other things I'm afraid
another time maybe
sigh
honey I'm just not in the mood! | |
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Posted: 3/27/2007 9:26:26 PM | ha, wait till they find out how opinionated I can be.....I have a feeling I won't make it to the 12 angry men phase anyway....
especially if it's anything to do with gross sexual imposition or any of that pedophile stuff......
since I'm eating salsa and cheese, I'll post this one.......it was posted in Erik's thread too...
Ode to salsa
Oh I miss my pineapple-mango salsa
mixed with my chipotle
I had to go bare on my chimichanga
and on salsa I'm fairly dotely (it's my poem, I can make up words!)
It doesn't taste the same at all
I really miss the spice
it makes it rather bland and dull
and that's not very nice
I buy it at the Aldi store
it's in another town
I simply HAVE to get some more
It's really got me down
LS 1/25/07
PS. If Jimmy Buffet can sing about a cheeseburger, I can write about salsa.....
addendum
and if Jimmy Buffet buys my words
then I'll go buy a case
hope he looks at the words of nerds
so I can stuff my face
One day I will have to go to a Buffet concert and be a "parrothead" Maybe I can wear a fruit basket hat.....and a coconut bra......or a really, really loud shirt..... | |
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Posted: 3/28/2007 12:52:52 PM | bringing it home from first, last and Rory's pines........
Semen
then go taste those seeds
slightly saline
though they will never
be born
nothing in the
universe
is ever lost
digested
tragically
they exit
using
the same ramp
they should have
entered
LS 1/27/07
If I'm not on here much in the next few weeks, I have to devote my time to finding a second job (along with thousands of others - no pressure or anything!).....the State is looking over my shoulder (and breathing down my neck). Sixteen years I was steadily employed, and now to all good purposes I'm being made to feel like a slacker......the whole auto industry is going down, due to poor management choices, poor design, rising gas prices and the complete inability to project future consumer needs. They're so busy trying to make things complicated so they can tie up the computer codes, they failed to notice people just started buying Honda's, where everything is right there for you to work on. Oh, and the gas mileage is not too shabby either....Detroit automakers...........bunch of pampered, clueless idiots.... | |
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Joined: 12/19/2006
Msg: 167 | |
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Posted: 3/28/2007 1:13:04 PM | Hey Brizo:
I'm so sorry about your job situation. Please believe me that is an understatement. I'll pray for you. Please post as much as you can, even just to vent. If you are speechless, try haiku.
No such thing as work
What is work does not get paid
Gets wealth, is not work. | |
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Posted: 3/28/2007 1:59:28 PM | Yikes, Brizo! I'm with sky ~~ light and prayers, and good vibes (they help, I swear they do).
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Posted: 3/28/2007 2:51:55 PM | A greenhorn from England
who was all the
procedures herein prescribed
in a day for firm decisions
without redwing elevation
who grasped the first part
write as a chair, stepstool, or ladder
basking under a skylight
with all courage those
novels would make you wretch | |
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Posted: 3/28/2007 10:05:44 PM | Thanks for the good wishes friends.......there are hardly any novels that will make me wretch, but there have been a few I couldn't finish....just couldn't hold my interest.....
posted in first, last
moral decay
Who eats lunch with blue devils as an on-call-apologist.
who bares their life down to the jones
they really need an entomologist
to study their fly riddled spider bones
we watch with self congratulation
at least we haven't stooped there yet
and no one knows of our temptation
to eye the tabloids purloined get
we're a show and tell society
we suffer with an audience
who crave sensational satiety
for monetary recompense
when did we lose our decency
when moral compass oxidized
please grant the suffering privacy
away from voyeuristic eyes
Yes, there is a right to know
to rally righteous indignation
revealing anguish just to show
should be met with deprecation
LS 1/24/07 | |
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Posted: 3/28/2007 10:09:23 PM | and a limerick, to round things out.....
Ive learned not to deny what's inside
because from yourself you can't hide
that voice just keeps speaking
for truth to be seeking
because you know someone has lied | |
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Posted: 3/29/2007 12:19:58 AM | Harp not on that string
going through it oh so slowly
through an ear full of
the melodic earth
harmony and meteors fright
prophets whisper fearful change
these false signs forewarn despite
the summer games warm contrite
who adores you?
you will let your mind wander
too little too late
you should go home
your oxidation is popping
like a sodium halide bulb
in full bloom
damn that chick can spit it | |
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Posted: 3/29/2007 8:20:14 AM | welcome back, uzi......when I was in parochial school, the book of revelations sounded fantastically impossible.....and in the seventies, we had no idea how badly we were messing up the balance of the earth. The big thing back then was cleaning the rivers of pollution. Had we heeded the wake up call we got in the late seventies when oil prices went up and we had a partial recession, we would be in better shape now. We should have investigated alternate greener sources of energy back then. But the oil companies and automobile makers were too greedy and short sighted. Now when I recall some of the stuff I read in revelations, it doesn't sound so unbelievable.....
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She
you created
whoever
or whatever
you might be
entity
in my opinion
but
if it came down to it
only females
can bear life
and only a mother
wouldn't have killed us
by now
LS 1/23/07 | |
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Posted: 3/29/2007 8:31:18 AM | YAY!! I just read the Smashing Pumpkins are reuniting. Hope they stay together long enough to tour North America....for you Canadians, they will play Toronto Sep. 8th....
I missed the farewell tour.....the world is a vampire, set to drain...........
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for a lady who blindsided me one day in the beauty parlor, she looked just like my mother, who had passed away in 1998...........I couldn't look away.........
Be still, my heart
thousand
mile
stare
gingerly you moved
thinning
silver
hair
I stood stunned
rooted
crushed
breathless
poise destroyed
shaking
welling
tears
image shimmered
drew
shuddered
breath
not my mother
tear
slid
silent
not my mother
radiation
ravaged
eyes
cancer therapy
how
she
died
chemotherapy
bones
defiance
grace
you were lovely
beautiful
struggling
soul
you go girl
LS 1/25/07 | |
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Posted: 3/29/2007 9:49:06 AM | And the kings of the earth
and the great men
and the rich men
and the chief captains
and the mighty men
and every bond man
and every free man
hid themselves in the dens
and in the rocks of the mountains
polluters of the earth finally united
and to think Wormwood translated
means Chernobyl
and I too know
another radiated one
17 years 17 days
now both our rings rattle in the sock drawer
three years in April | |
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