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Posted: 10/6/2009 9:49:02 PM | Pickles, I love how down to earth the Netherlands are...how unpretentious and simply they live, how they ride their bikes everywhere. I think I could be happy in Amsterdam, yup...and, I love their furniture, lol...oh yea, and tulips too...
ooh, Autumn, Stonehenge! I'd love to see that. My dream is a European vacation.
Woobs, coastal redwoods are so pretty. I look at the pictures of Islands on the west coast and want to weep with homesickness.
Sophia, I would recommend the oocean, you seem as if you really love the water.
Ommie, a thousand hugs. Thanks for the compliment. Good to see you here, you'll have to get a cycle pic so we can see what you've been doing all summer... | |
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Posted: 10/7/2009 11:51:28 AM | Luckily, France and Italy both have ocean frontage, now if only the Euro would come down....! Hope you enjoy this poem... I thought of you when I read it (because of the cats not the dream LOL)
Traveling Dream - by Marge Piercy
I am packing to go to the airport
but somehow I am never packed.
I keep remembering more things
I keep forgetting.
Secretly the clock is bolting
forward ten minutes at a click
instead of one. Each time
I look away, it jumps.
Now I remember I have to find
the cats. I have four cats
even when I am asleep.
One is on the bed and I slip
her into the suitcase.
One is under the sofa. I
drag him out. But the tabby
in the suitcase has vanished.
Now my tickets have run away.
Maybe the cat has my tickets.
I can only find one cat.
My purse has gone into hiding.
Now it is time to get packed.
I take the suitcase down.
There is a cat in it but no clothes.
My tickets are floating in the bath
tub full of water. I dry them.
One cat is in my purse
but my wallet has dissolved.
The tickets are still dripping.
I look at the clock as it leaps
forward and see I have missed
my plane. My bed is gone now.
There is one cat the size of a sofa. | |
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Posted: 10/7/2009 4:56:56 PM | Right now I have three cats...
Opie who is now inside and doing really well. He was an outside cat at my boyfriends house (he was in the garage) and again here, but when Simon died I brought Opie inside for the first time because I was afraid he'd be lonely...he's done wonderfully, doesn't eat plants, doesn't scratch things...the only problem he has is hairballs, and I put him outside when I hear that so he can eat grass.
Polly, the one who got hit by a car. Her jaw is stiff now so she needs help grooming her back. Sometimes food falls out of her mouth, she still tries to eat dry food and she can, but she's not as neat as she used to be. Her eye is part blue with blindness but a little green came back, and I'm hoping that means she can see a tiny bit out of that one. She still plays, and I fall asleep at night with her purring (and trying to share my leg warmth) How I wish she'd touch backs instead...
Then I have Charlie Camper, and he's kind of hard to warm up to. He lives outside because he sprays, and he needs neutered. I took him home from the campground at the state park, someone had abandoned him and I couldn't stop worrying about what happened to him during the week when it was slow, and what winter would be like for him. He's extremely vocal, especially about his food, which he thinks is coming every time I open the door. The last two night he's amused himself picking a fight with Opie. I'm hoping to find him a home so he can be happy and inside for the winter, but he does have pick of at least three warm houses which can be stuffed with straw... | |
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Posted: 10/10/2009 2:49:18 PM | I really like the way this one came out...(hope that's not conceited). Because sometimes it seems as if I'm not writing at all, it seems that someone else is writing, the words come so fast and insistently, words I barely knew that I knew.
Someone smarter and much more elegant than me...I look and think, I wrote that? Well, now that everyone is secretly thinking I'm schizophrenic... 
anyway, bringing it home...
October
they gather
in the golden beans
swirl, swoop
regroup
take census
on the wire
meet in the road
conspire
wind, rain
and first frost
oh, I know
but this, this
informs my bones
these feathered
oracles
going home
LS 10/03/2009
Theirs, Mine, Yours | |
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Posted: 10/15/2009 4:53:54 AM | a goofy one...
already bored with this game (as some warned I would be) one I uncovered the celestial picture and now it's Rocket Mania...
but mostly reading...three new series books from three different authors as fast as I can inhale them...
cosmic stacker
playing cosmic stacker
I'm a slacker, slacker, slacker
I like the ice in Pisces
cause it's nice
The music's sort of dippy
cause it's trippy, trippy, trippy
I take another sippy
of my blackberry merlot
oh no, no, no
here come those flying rings
gotta quickly stack those things
before I lose
I just read some reviews
that gaming might help fuse
the connections in my brain
so, it's not a sin, amen
and I'm playing it again, again, again
LS 7/11/09
Terse Verse Nova Hood etc... | |
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Posted: 10/15/2009 3:45:38 PM | Wrapped in a shroud of tears
little comfort in a barren life
wasted years, corporate fears of
take over
now a reality as a rejected wife
Haughty, stiff upper lip
quivering when alone
in the ladies room
or on the bus going home
oh, a taxi for a block
then onto the number 82
out of sight of the revelers
of tonight who
had drivers and Beemers
and smug talk about winters
in Biarritz.
Home to the comfort of the Clan
always welcoming
peaty amber warmth
an Arisaidh in a glass
and tonight, too,
the company of Ativan
to walk down memory lane
for the last time.
Beannachd | |
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Posted: 10/16/2009 9:38:25 PM | | sweetheart, you are way too good for anyone who would leave your vibrancy...my god, who could possibly be better than you? | |
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Posted: 10/17/2009 9:05:56 AM |
Wrapped in a shroud of tears
little comfort in a barren life...
Extraordinary poem! You write better than some of us breathe. | |
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Posted: 10/17/2009 1:21:30 PM | Lori and Jer...
Thanks for the love and concern
Bisous | |
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Posted: 10/18/2009 7:18:27 AM | My powers grow weak
as my needs remain strong.
Life wields a shoddy scale.
Money can’t buy happiness
but the poor get their misery
wholesale.
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"Me...and my Shadow" | |
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Posted: 10/21/2009 6:51:44 PM | because of the misery, the joys are sweeter....what could mean anything to someone who has everything?
dichotomy
in love's mirrored hall
filtered through projection
we barely realize
the beauty
of our idealized
reflection
each vision
belongs to us
what do we choose
as real
the way we feel
about ourselves
or the way
we make them feel?
Ls 8/13/09 | |
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Posted: 10/25/2009 12:07:37 PM | a really, really goofy one...in honor of the FIRST SQUIRREL IN MY YARD!!! Let's hope he makes it okay with the cat...
helicopter squirrel
Oh squirrel, oh squirrel
you glare at me
all surly
your tail awhirl, awhirl
helicopter swirly
helicopter squirrel
and in my mind
you're flying through the air
because you dare
I look into the sky
your tail has put you there
to put the stealthy drop
upon the cat, upon the cat
who stalks you like a brat
cause stealth is where it's at
it's where it's at
where it's at | |
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Posted: 10/25/2009 12:10:18 PM | | LOL I sure can picture that one. Same thing happens in my back yard. Baby squirrels are the funniest. | |
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Posted: 10/28/2009 8:56:06 AM | We WILL be fed
There is a hunger in us
for which the veal
has yet to be calved, fattened
and slaughtered, the grain
to be planted, cultivated,
harvested, milled and baked
into some as yet unimagined bread.
We are hungry
and we will be fed.
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Alyosha's Poems | |
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Posted: 10/28/2009 6:14:11 PM | when's dinner? 
regrets
regrets
rusted nails
through the heart
that anchor
to your past
pull loose
of guilt
learn from it
it serves no one
to live your life
downcast
7/10/09
Om's Palms
if I've already posted this just chalk it up to menopausal fog... | |
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Posted: 10/29/2009 9:33:20 PM | Heart of the Matter
Don Henley, Michael Campbell, J. D. Souther
I got the call today
That I didn't wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old, true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone
She said you'd found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck,
and the struggles we went through
And how I lost me and you lost you
What are these voices outside love's open door
Make us throw off our contentment
and beg for something more?
I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning again
I've been tryin' to get down
to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
and my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about...forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore
Ah...these times are so uncertain
There's a yearning undefined
and people filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age?
Ah...the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They're the very things - we kill I guess...
Ohh pride and competition
cannot fill these empty arms
And the work I put between us
you know it doesn't keep me warm
I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
And the more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I'd figured out
I have to learn again
I've been trying to get down
to the heart of the matter
But everything changes
and my friends seem to scatter
But I think it's about...forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if, you don't love me anymore
There are people in your life who've come and gone
They let you down, you know they hurt your pride
You better put it all behind you baby; cause' life goes on
If you keep carryin' that anger, it'll eat you up inside, baby
I've been trying to get down
to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
and my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me
I've been tryin' to get down
to the heart of the matter
Because the flesh will get weak
and the ashes will scatter
So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness
Forgiveness
Even if, even if, you don't love me... | |
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Posted: 11/7/2009 7:09:09 PM | yellow moon
tonight there hangs
a yellow moon
swollen low
in a clear night sky
luring pagan
ripened strangeness
mute witness
with a gelid eye
revealing things
to horrify
LS 4/23/09 | |
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Posted: 11/9/2009 9:12:30 AM | In another room, in another house,
on another street, on another continent
a man stares out the window
facing north,
a woman puts down her book
and reaches for a cigarette,
her third in the last hour.
A child wakes up
and realizes that the dark
has an odour all its own.
In another room, in another house,
on another street, on another continent...
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Pummeling | |
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Posted: 11/9/2009 7:47:59 PM | | Jer, thanks for bringing that over! I had seen it on your thread and thought it was good... | |
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Posted: 11/12/2009 7:52:17 PM | buzz
one never really knows
when the end will come
worn down by life
and numb
sweet remembrances
struck dumb
leap from
your well worn rut
do not succumb
when you are but
a sift, a healthy shift
away from plumb
place your feet
upon the earth
and come alive
join the hum
of the thriving hive
LS 11/12/09 | |
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Posted: 11/13/2009 6:57:29 AM | | Ah! So nicely done, Mz Briz!! HugZ!!! | |
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Posted: 11/13/2009 10:37:12 AM |   I agree Brizo .......
it is so easily felt
your words
always fit! :) Happy Friday the 13th!
mine was absolutely undescribable.
Most unrevivable! lmao :)
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Posted: 11/14/2009 3:30:54 PM | why thanks ladies!! 
I found this looking for ee cummings "the boys" and by god I likes it...what fun this man must have been...
and I found the most awesome site looking for it....yay!
the ellipses and oh my are mine, not e's...
the way to hump a cow is not
the way to hump a cow is not
to get yourself a stool
but draw a line around the spot
and call it beautifool
to multiply because and why
dividing thens by nows
and adding and(i understand)
is hows to hump a cows
the way to hump a cow is not
to elevate your tool...............................(oh, my....)
but drop a penny in the slot
and bellow like a bool
to lay a wreath from ancient greath
on insulated brows
(while tossing boms at uncle toms
is hows to hump a cows
the way to hump a cow is not
to push and then to pull
but practicing the art of swot
to preach the golden rull
to vote for me(all decent mem
and wonens will allows
which if they don't to hell with them)
is hows to hump a cows
ee cummings | |
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Posted: 11/21/2009 6:52:31 PM | internal bleeding
move on without a sound
you've taken what you want from me
I'll see your face around
and you'll see what you want to see
I'll never let you know
how very much you meant to me
I'll show a smile and so
give back the heart you lent to me
and chalk it up to life
and lock that door and hide the key
and someday when it's safe
remember who we tried to be
LS 09/13/09
Erik the Viking's | |
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Posted: 11/22/2009 8:59:35 PM | Guess what Brizo - I am going to be a momma of the bride next halloween!! My oldest baby is getting hitched. And if I am really lucky down the road maybe a grandbaby.
Weddings and rings
and midnight calls about
nothing at all
it`s happening
while I stand in one spot wondering
where my place is in all of this. | |
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