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Posted: 4/5/2007 8:32:44 AM | oh how I loved my pillow
tho' never loved me back (just me front)
I think it soon became jealous
of that hot water bottle c*nt | |
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Posted: 4/5/2007 8:38:53 AM | Tears soak my pillow as I wake
An other night without you
My heart longs, make no mistake
All because you can't be true... | |
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Posted: 4/5/2007 10:45:59 AM | Oh my! Guess I'll have to fire up the coffeepot.....Om, is that you? I'm so very glad to see you.......Salty left, been a week of disappearances Poetfriend is finally back on his thread.
Jer, why would you be shy to post?
Rory, I hear cucumbers are good for the complexion. So uh, your skin should be pretty soft and clear....... Too bad it's covered up, eh?
Cyn, I'm so sorry. I have been reading a few of your poems and hoping they were just self expression and not what was actually happening, but I guess not... Has your health got back on track? I hope so....
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More than I could chew 2/01/07
Is that what You had in Mind?
they say that all who love are blind
but you I saw with opened eyes
the revelation a surprise
who thought that such a cheating heart
could be so sweet and snare by dart?
and yet I found you seldom lie
if cornered with your alibi
there is honor among thieves I learned
but still my pride in judgement burned
and though I loved I couldn't stay
you promised to honor and obey
you made a vow to her that day
though it was hard I stayed away
and so you chose your path in life
when you took another for your wife
I miss you still, I always will
but that's my "jagged little pill"
I swallowed it and grew a soul
to marry you had been my goal
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Posted: 4/5/2007 3:15:58 PM | What a marvellous poem! The "jagged pill" you swallowed and thereupon grew a soul is sheer magic and you handle the adherence to your strict rhyme scheme with such poise!
The test for me of whether a poem is very bad, and makes me want to write one to get the taste of it out of my mind, or very good, is that it makes me want to write one to emulate the joy of employing the craft just as well. Need I say which is the case this time?
And if I do write one I will credit it to this poem! | |
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Posted: 4/5/2007 9:37:16 PM | thanks, Jer....if anyone asks why I'm single, there it is. That was when I was 30, and I took forever to get over it....you don't have to credit anything, inspiration comes from everywhere....unless you're Vanilla Ice and you stole "under Pressure" from me.....
A silly one from first, last and Mogador.......
Jello 2/09/07
And I’ve never seen anyone turned into jello
I would think if they had they'd be rather mellow
and any reaction would cause them to quiver
like a large purply plate of uncooked liver
so jello is just for food and for sex
if you're turned into jello it must be a hex
stay out of the rain or you will dissolve
by then it will be very hard to resolve
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Posted: 4/6/2007 12:17:55 AM | oh om, I missed you.....you're already making me laugh again....
fresh straw
simple, inexpensive
the dogs snuff with pleasure
flipping with their nose
scooting in it
the straw smelled
so good
as I stuffed
the dog houses
I decided
why not every
couple weeks?
It's not every day
I get licked
in the eye
(the cats got some too)
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Posted: 4/6/2007 1:49:24 AM | Through my son's eyes I never see that pain
In my son's eyes the love never wanes
All of my good with none of my bad
And none of the pain that I once had
In my son's eyes I see a vision of me
An innocent soul that could have been free
That soul I'll protect at the cost of my own
Even it means I must leave him alone
In my son's eyes he sees a ridiculous clown
The cries turn to laughter whenever I'm around
The bond we have few fathers understand
The respect I get I need not demand
Through my son's eyes I see happiness again
And see there's redemption for the ways that I've sinned
Understanding the reasons for my pain and my tears
Keeping the monsters at bay to lesson his fears
In my son's eyes I see the trust he has in me
Forever by his side with no urge to flee
No one ever thought that I could be this man
And no one ever thought I would be part of God's plan | |
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Posted: 4/6/2007 10:25:53 AM | Re message 204:
The urge to write that sometimes takes one
by the throat is not unlike what makes one
want to love. The sheer riotous joy
of it! The freedom from guile or ploy,
the desire to connect! We hardly walk erect
without the thought of a companion.
Unlike Buddha beneath the Banyan
tree, or some solitary monk,
we are branches of a tree,
one at the trunk. | |
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Posted: 4/6/2007 11:03:13 AM | oh, well done, well done Jer...... it rhymes and flows without effort, , and has intelligence and personality.......I think it will become my favorite of yours....it's true about the lack of pretense. Sometimes if you're cringing along with the self revelation of the poet, it makes a fine, human poem.
Slogruve, welcome to the thread! I feel the same way about my children , they redeemed me from a self absorbed, indulgent life that probably would have killed me sooner, rather than later. In trying to be a better person for them, I evolved.......I have a lullabye I need to drop off in your thread. Now I just need a keyboard to pick out the melody. I have it in my head, but I don't know notes , I'm not musically trained.......
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Je accuse
trying to keep myself aloft
on razorblades of guilt
doing the rationalizing dance
with bloody condemned feet
drips to feed the thirsty
in hell
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Posted: 4/6/2007 11:22:12 AM | This is a lullabye, I have the tune but not the notes....I'll have to hunt and peck, the humbling will be good for me......I don't get humbled at work enough now that I'm not in a factory setting.....
slumber
slumber
oh lumber
you soft footed creeper
you stealthy
sweet swoon
drowse a bit deeper
all snuggled
and huggled
with Polly the sleeper
the sandman doth come
he's the pleasant
dream reaper
©LS 2/16/ 2007
My sister is opening up a restaurant today, named for her son who passed on in 2005. It has been a long time dream, and I wish her success, fulfillment and good luck! 
bon appetit!
I love you Jodi, in all our lifetimes! I couldn't have picked anyone better as a companion in life. You will always have my heart, as you have my soul...... | |
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Posted: 4/8/2007 12:56:05 AM | covet
if wishes were horses
Then beggars would ride
if love steer the forces
then all will have pride
to own is the subject
sometimes we're the captured
by the bright shiny objects
of which we're enraptured
those who have not
in shelters they hide
the credit card knot
cannot be untied
not all have their place
this new world is cruel
we show a false face
while we war over fuel
a double tongued savior
we should be ashamed
of deceitful behaviour
and by the world blamed
the keys to the kingdom
a coup for the loyal
we offer them freedom
but covet their oil
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Posted: 4/8/2007 1:05:13 AM | holey
spiritual highs from afar
my soul's been caught in a jar
I stand aloof
examining flaws
cringing at dirt
and noting holes
that I shall mend
should I ever earn it
back again
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Posted: 4/8/2007 1:29:05 AM | snarky
cynically
distant and clinically
on the edge I see
too clearly
the drunken crowd
girls dressed up proud
mens egos loud
I'm under wowwed
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Posted: 4/8/2007 5:13:22 AM | Under-wowwed
may leave you vexed,
but it's better, don't you think,
than to be over-sexed?
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Posted: 4/8/2007 6:34:12 AM | Loving the poetry and prose here Brizo. Thank you for opening up your own place and allowing transient readers to partake.
lucidmoments | |
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Posted: 4/8/2007 6:46:58 AM | Dear "transient,"
Come home!
All is forgiven!
Dad | |
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Posted: 4/8/2007 12:35:19 PM | Lucid, nice to see you....you're a transient? Jer will take you in and feed you.....feel free to drop something in anytime, and there isn't really a theme here at all, I kind of started this after that lady went off in Black Mary's thread......though she didn't understand how we like to "gift" each other, I thought maybe I should get my own thread, I was getting a lot of stuff and it was everywhere....
Erik, I'll take your word for it....I don't remember, either it's senility or I've become a born again virgin....it's just that drunks and teenagers are so unnaturally loud, it's as if they're afraid they'll disappear or something (gosh, how did they know what I was thinking?)
Jer, there was a little of that going on.....I did have the best laugh in months, when someone who knew someone elses mom blurted out how she looked just like a man, was a ball busting, take no prisoners type....the more he tried to drunkenly explain, the worse it got.....we women had tears rolling down our faces....that poor boy....
behind the glass
Polly sits
eloquently conveying
concentrated
longing
recalling
feral days
either lost
or never found
starlings cast
shadows
across her sun
filled eyes
as she emotes
behind the glass
with her
Walter Mitty dreams
buried instinct
prodding
the clawless
monster
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Posted: 4/8/2007 2:50:08 PM | hey, ya have a fun crew here, brizo, a reflexion of you perhaps!
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Hockey Night in Canada, Eastern Time
The West brothers
Sat around the dinner table
Before the big game
Talking hockey
Ray carried the conversation
Picked-up by Jim
Over to Gary
Back to Jim
David
Over to Rob
Shoots
John, what a save!
And before long
I was stuffed | |
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Posted: 4/8/2007 11:21:05 PM | Hi om, good to see you again....I don't have television, who won?
male beauty
The deep vee
of your back
arrests me
breathless
and trembling
I am undone
by the graceful cunning
of your wrists
I know
what those faded jeans
hold
my love
I
fold
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Posted: 4/9/2007 12:01:09 AM | Today at work I was in line paying for some things from the deli for lunch. There was a boy maybe 10 or 11 , I'm assuming with his mother. They unloaded the cart and she paid for the groceries. Except for the two 24 packs of soda he had placed his coat on top of. I didn't say anything, just looked at the sodas. He looked at me, and looked at the soda, and pulled off the coat and paid, but he seemed irritated. What the hell? This woman had to know......she condoned stealing? The wrong thing about stealing is to get caught? It hurt something inside to see that, that there was no moral compass for that boy.....I thought of all the trips back to the store I've made when I discovered the kids had "lifted" something. I can't imagine being a "team" of thieves with my kids......What is she going to say later, that she doesn't know what to do with him, he's unruly?
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contender 2/08/07
faded to invisibility
she faces
the ravishing brawl
of love
polishing
her worn weapons
using
new tactics
beauty remnants
talisman clutched
she murmurs
to the skeptical
that she
was once
a contender
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Posted: 4/9/2007 6:19:54 PM | starlings 2/10/07
If justice
was more than
a human conceit
starlings
would never shit
on my car
with food
I provided
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Posted: 4/9/2007 6:33:58 PM | Hell is owning a creme colored car in mulberry time. . . .
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Posted: 4/9/2007 9:40:05 PM | Howdy ma'am.......it sure is good to see you! I have blueberry poptarts, and Earl Grey or English Breakfast tea, or hot cocoa. I know you won't shit on my car...... I used to have a purple truck, and they crapped on that even more, perhaps for contrast? I would have to have a bird brain to know why, but I do know that their bones are hollow to make them light enough to fly, and their urine and waste are combined, all for aerodynamics.......how can anyone think this earth is an accident?
pearls before swine
she lies
surface spread
costume jewelry
persona
and flesh
her essence
cache
of pearls
deep treasure
waiting
for the
diver
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Posted: 4/10/2007 6:29:50 PM | Beeyootiful day today....I had to look for work :( but I did get a chance to weed my flowerbed ..... Looking for a job is a freaking job all in itself.....
hahahah......I love to watch the cat trying to open the childproof doors......
hurt
Inspiration awaits
I wet my hand
in the stream of consciousness
immune
bandage wound
I rest beside
one day
I will be
ready
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Posted: 4/10/2007 6:46:30 PM | 'The Moral Compass'
That and each every morn
He laboured to scorn
In toiled effort
Enthusiam brought
Foolish thought
Each day.
Introspective after time
Near to labour grime.
Pleasing those that make rule
Often thought 'The Fool'
Wence from labour
Ever wheel kept turned
Relevence to 'Theives' not learned.
Regards,
TBK. | |
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