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Posted: 8/13/2009 11:24:05 PM | | Yes it is phosphorescent in the summer. But is much more so in the tropics, especially Costa Rica. We get northern lights here in August. One of the benefits of going to the Drive In Theaters which we used to have a long time ago. I really miss those Drive Inn Theatres....you know. | |
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Posted: 8/15/2009 6:20:25 PM | We used to have a drive in about hmm, 20 or thirty minutes away. It closed maybe ten years ago? It was the last in the area, now you'd have to drive almost an hour, though it would still be worth it, I think, just for the nostalgia.
We had one in my home town, not sure what happened to it, there was a playground and we used to play while our parents watched the movie...they would start with something for the kids...the evening would usually end with us kids conking out...good times, good times...
tomorrow is the last day of my staycation, in which I did very little. I should probably care, but *meh* other than a tiny bit of guilt (not enough to budge my lazy ass)...not much concern, lol...
bringing it home...the name is a celestial seasonings tea, to help you sleep...
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sleepytime bear
I've done my best
placed the sun to rest
upon the backbone
of the moon
tried to hide my tasks
inside a box that says
tomorrow
and make my head a blank
behind the risk
that worry borrows
but I lift them out
too soon
still try to find
my quiet mind
within my darkened room
looking for a piece
of peace
and commune
with my dreams
that wrap
around the moon
LS 6/06/09
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Posted: 8/16/2009 4:34:03 PM | Briz, all of it's nice, but especially this
sun to rest
upon the backbone
of the moon
Thank you!! | |
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Posted: 8/16/2009 5:50:07 PM |  thanks Woobs...
you know, when I reposted I just had to tweak, and added those last two lines forgetting I had the moon in there already... ...oh well.... | |
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Posted: 8/20/2009 7:26:37 PM | this is for Bella's grandfather Greg, who is dying...
He has done quite a bit of things on his bucket list, many of them with Bella.
Bella says she will be the one to release balloons at his funeral...it makes me unbearably sad, sad that he has to say goodbye to the world, sad for his family, and sad that Bella will have to know this kind of grief at seven...
Videotape
When I'm at the pearly gates
This will be on my videotape, my videotape
Mephistopheles is just beneath
and he's reaching up to grab me
This is one for the good days
and i have it all here
In red, blue, green
Red, blue, green
You are my center
When i spin away
Out of control on videotape
On videotape
On videotape
On videotape
This is my way of saying goodbye
Because I can't do it face to face
I'm talking to you after it's too late
From my videotape
No matter what happens now
You shouldn't be afraid
Because I know today has been the most perfect day I've ever seen
Radiohead | |
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Posted: 8/22/2009 11:00:03 PM | August
low banked clouds
of threatening gray
the air is heavy
with menace
a cramped, skulking
hunched down day
promising rain
that never arrived
can autumn really be
a month away?
the summers
of my life
will never stay
8/23/09 | |
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Posted: 8/23/2009 9:01:29 AM | the summers
of my life
will never stay
Are such sad lines, all the more poignant for being presented in your characteristic low-keyed way!
And reminiscent of the marvellous line by François Villon: "Ou sonts les neiges d'antan?" (Where are the snows of yesteryear?)
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"Ou sonts les neiges d'antan?"
asked Villon
(Where are the snows of yesteryear?)
as if he were merely curious,
not complaining but half-convinced
they must be somewhere...
But who or what was hiding them
from him and if he could find them,
along with the tears of yesteryear,
would he really have chosen
to revisit them?
Would you?
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Posted: 8/23/2009 11:45:15 AM | "August" Nice poem there, Brizo!
Trust Jerry to be so damn articulate about it.. kidding Jer. I appreciate your observations around the pond. | |
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Posted: 8/23/2009 12:05:10 PM |
Trust Jerry to be so damn articulate about it.. kidding Jer. I appreciate your observations around the pond.
If I were really "so damn articulate," I'd have something to say in response to this last post of yours, wouldn't I? | |
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Posted: 8/23/2009 12:22:39 PM | ^^*chuckles
a poem is
a professor | |
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Posted: 8/23/2009 12:39:32 PM | Hi guys, thanks for stopping in...we're all so scattered in the summers, our posts so few and far between. But I smile when I think of my friends enjoying their lives and the warm weather and living life to the fullest....
Lately I've been curious about the feelings of those who are aged or dying, how must it feel to legitimately wonder whether you will see another summer? Summer having been through evolution and history the lighthearted time of plenty...
I am at the threshold of fifty, if I live to 100, which is rare, half my life is behind me. It is impossible to explain to my children, who look from the perspective of mid twenty and thirty, about the realization that there is probably not enough time for some things, some dreams...they think I'm limiting myself.
They don't realize that it is also a bit freeing...in that you re-assess your life and jettison the things that you don't like, or are a waste of time, or you've learned simply don't matter...you are free to be more authentic.
I wanted to say the summers of my life (or our lives) can never stay, but Robert Frost already did that one...
Autumn, I know you're a huge Frost fan...me too...I love his simplicity, he makes it look easy but each word is so carefully chosen and placed, the man is a poetry god...
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost | |
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Posted: 8/23/2009 12:54:54 PM | | meh, I think I liked your poem More, Brizo! | |
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Posted: 8/29/2009 10:42:45 PM | Ommie, *muah*  I need to email you a table base I found. It looks fairly simple but it may just look that way...
bringing it home...
vert
smiling as shade
dances over my face
taking a break
from the pace
of the race...
I was off kilter
stillness and filter,
dazzle and dapple
canopied valance
restoring my balance
transcending tension
with cool, verdant scent
urgent hectic mood unbending
nascent inner peace
descending
LS 6/28/09
first, last
Parables of Dreams and Prose | |
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Posted: 9/1/2009 10:25:20 PM | owning it
you'll leave me alone
if I show you my scars
Bytch!
they are mine
to carry
not wear
like military bars
of distant battles
(don't you know
veterans
don't like to talk about
the war?)
and your cheap sympathy
empathy WhOre
not worth the price
of dredging up that pain
again
guess we'll continue
to spar
you know I'm different
but you don't know how
now do you?
you're busy
drowning
my star
LS 07/18/09
Lord of the Imaginary Penguins | |
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Posted: 9/6/2009 7:55:10 AM | I had a dream
and I had a dollar.
The problem was to spend the one
without losing the other.
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Passing the Salt | |
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Posted: 9/7/2009 8:08:47 AM | Jer! ^^^so true...sometimes I feel bankrupt of dreams, no...ROBBED of dreams by a merciless pace and the consumer driven lifestyle. I want to jump off the merry go round, but how?
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I've been camping, and the time by the river watching birds and turtles and ducks and a campfire has been aaaahhh.
Every time I tell myself I need to do it more often. Wake up to birdsong, have nothing more on my agenda than a slow crawl down the river to see what I can see...and maybe read a few chapters of my book....camping out restores my balance like nothing else can.
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in the moment
there's nowhere else I'd rather be
than living in this moment
a sliver of eternity
the shiver that goes through me
as I comprehend my destiny
minute and microscopic
my outlook is myopic
I forget I'm just a cog
in the universal log
and maybe I existed
to propagate the brilliance
of one of my descendants
is there purpose to existence
do we ever get the knowledge
of our piece in the collage?
in the cosmic decoupage
our faded photograph peers out
before the final fade-out
LS 7/04/09
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Posted: 9/11/2009 9:04:23 PM | This is for Grandpa Greg, who died yesterday....
set free
I say my prayer
Christian words
from memory
the vigil
a candle that lights
the way home
your soul
set free
from earthly boundaries
hurt and hunger
desire or limitation
boundless points
of light
expanding
till they reach
their destination
joyous in
the recognition
©LS 6/07/07 | |
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Posted: 9/19/2009 8:40:37 AM | rubbish
do I really need
one last dangerous man
to leave me crumpled
and abandoned
an empty, misplaced can
rattling in a deserted life?
LS 8/16/2009 | |
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Posted: 9/22/2009 8:53:39 PM | the controller
he gives you a child
and campaigns against
your dog
as if he doesn't know
they're both your babies
and I think
that he's the only one
who'll ever give you
rabies...
LS 8/06/09 | |
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Posted: 9/22/2009 10:10:22 PM | A SHORT GUIDE TO COMPARATIVE RELIGIONS
ATHEISM: No s--t.
BUDDHISM: "If s--t happens, it really isn't s--t."
CALVINISM: S--t happens because you don't work hard enough.
CATHOLICISM: S--t happens because you are BAD.
CEREMONIAL MAGIC: I can make s--t Happen.
CHRISTIAN SCIENCE: S--t is only in your mind.
CONFUCIANISM: Confucius say: "s--t happens."
EXISTENSIALISM: What is this s--t anyway?
FUNDAMENTALISM: BIG s--t will happen... SOON!
HARE KRISHNA: S--t happens Rama Rama.
HEDONISM: There's nothing like good s--t happening.
HINDUISM: This s--t happened before.
ISLAM: "If s--t happens, it is the will of Allah."
JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES: Let us save you from the s--t.
JUDAISM: Why does s--t always happen to US?
MOONIES: Only happy s--t really happens.
MORMONISM: If s--t Happens, you have two wives to blame it on.
NEW AGE: Visualize no s--t happening.
PAGANISM: S--t is a part of the Goddess too!
PROTESTANTISM: S--t won't happen if I work harder.
QUAKERS: "No s--t here, please."
RASTAFARIANISM: Let's smoke some s--t.
SANTERIA: S--t Happens to your goat.
SATANISM: Sneppah T--s.
SCIENTOLOGY: Feces Occurs.
STOICISM: S--t is good for me.
SEVENTH DAY ADVENTISTS: No s--t on Saturdays.
TAOISM: S--t happens.
TELEVANGELISM: Send money or s--t will happen to you!
WICCANISM: "Oh s--t, I got that spell wrong again."
YAWEHS: S--t Happens to white folks.
ZEN: What is the sound of s--t happening?
ZOROASTRIANISM: S--t happens half the time.
The above is a kind of modern folklore. It has been circulating around for
many years, with various authors adding an item or two. My friend Ed, a
former Jesuit Scholastic, says it is quite accurate. Email us to suggest
additional items. (Put "Humor" in the subject-line.) | |
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Posted: 9/24/2009 6:03:59 PM | Trulio, I was going to get a T shirt once with this sh!t and religion theme....
I loved the Protestant one, it's hilariously true, that IS how they think....it's a German mindset, Martin Luther and all that...
green cleaner
okay corporate weiners
I have to pay
an arm and a leg
so you'll leave out
the poison
in my cleaners?
quit raising the cost
and just do the right thing
because it makes sense
and stop being dense
it can't cost that much more
and I'm no granola yuppie
who can pay two dollars more
if you want green to work
stop selling us out
with a wink and a smirk
do you know the score?
do you live on the same planet?
there's no preferential treatment
damnit
take those extra dollars
and buy yourself a brain
it'll be too late to holler
when you're swirling down the drain
LS 8/01/09
Parables of dreams and prose | |
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Posted: 9/24/2009 7:57:29 PM | jack and jill
went up the hill
to have a little fun
silly jill
forgot the pill
and now they
have a son | |
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Posted: 9/24/2009 8:11:22 PM | jack of all trades was counting cards
had too much oxygen and is still at large
I bet the queen is a stopper
I'd dare to double | |
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Posted: 9/24/2009 8:48:21 PM |
jack and jill
went up the hill
to have a little fun
silly jill
forgot the pill
and now they
have a son
if they'd stopped by
my pharmacy
they'd still be having fun
emergency
viola! PlanB
and next time
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Posted: 9/26/2009 12:30:15 AM | Breeze my sentiments indeed,
what ever it takes to get as close as possible
and
what ever it takes to get up close as is permissible
and
the last one is more storied and affectionate and thus
what ever it takes to get to know you after all
some are gifted finding themselves together on a long train ride
or having happened it this way:
they were meeting on their opposite ways about | |
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