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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 976 | |
| foam
Posted: 4/10/2009 12:18:53 AM | wow, so cool to see/read your poems, sc, pickles, circle.
and always good to see you, Brizo.
Welcome, circle. Love your poem! Title too! cheers eh, thanks for leaving that!
Yours too, pickles. You always surprise me well!
and sc, thanks for clarifying, but carful eh, walls have ears..especially when they's cubicles like this place. Know what you mean though, kinda hard not to be angry at the whole unfairness of it...:/
well, just a wee drop off...
later eh
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Below
Everything is elsewhere
when there are rooms for rent
in the nocturnal perish.
The magic that floats
below
like a candles flicker
the sea vanishes
with the stars in your eyes. | |
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| foam
Posted: 4/10/2009 12:42:18 AM | the sea vanishes
with the stars in your eyes.
.....and the cherokee girls refused to sleep inside
instead sleeping outdoors beneath the stars
whispering to each other
which star
would you marry
the red one or the white one..............
.......taken from cherokee lore | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 978 | |
| foam
Posted: 4/10/2009 1:21:05 AM | | ^*smiling..........yes, they are wise women, but what do they do when it rains? *chuckles | |
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| foam
Posted: 4/10/2009 8:10:33 AM | Hey om tiddley pom...
loved that last one.....
Hopefully the pink tide will turn...was at the gallery that night!!! Had no idea that the carnage was happening.....
Hugzzz babe | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 980 | |
| foam
Posted: 4/10/2009 9:08:33 AM | ah, cheers Pickle...:)
I was just about to ramble on to ya, bout this nasty binness', but best keep my thoughts less public...ya know, given the climate en all...
Have a gooden'eh. I see the sun is tender to us today..;) | |
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| foam
Posted: 4/10/2009 9:08:49 AM | and sc, thanks for clarifying, but carful eh, walls have ears
guess i shoulda mentioned that the title was the other side of that satirical coin
Swift, i am not
good thing
his Modest Proposal to eat Irish infants was appalling
effective, but appalling
thanks for the words of caution om
i do need to learn how to keep my pie hole shut, or at least only slightly ajar
and i concur with pickles, that last one was lovely
pickles, keep writing about things that grow. love that!
everyone, have a happy long-earred weekend! | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 982 | |
| foam
Posted: 4/10/2009 9:18:23 AM | oh you slipped in there, sc, Yeah, well, it's hard not to be effected by all this. I for one want to loosen my tongue a bit, too. I was really touched when one person had said,
'It's difficult for the older skilled to reinvent themselves'...It was quite moving. | |
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| oms palms
Posted: 4/10/2009 9:35:56 AM | She tossed the daisy up into the air
It hovered on the horizon
As a burnt orange sacrificial lamb
Vulnerable and raw
Without the protective shell
The vision penetrated deep inside my consciousness
Always does when the moon is full
And the hue a hunter’s paradise
Gentle maiden sweep the plaguing thoughts
From my brain and let it be reborn with an open mind
And clean slate
My daughter says I’m a dreamer
Too much so, but that is her problem
She doesn’t know how to escape
From her one grey hair and her brains sequence of order
September children are a different breed
Realists, agnostics, scientists, atheists
They haven’t found the inner core
Where the dreamer’s moon touches a nerve
Being a moonchild is aligning with the planets on their course
We know our place in the universe and are content
To be who are were meant to be
An open wound of a dying soul on the edge of a revelation. | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 984 | |
| oms palms
Posted: 4/10/2009 10:14:27 AM | ^wow, good stuff, af, Love that last line, especially!
and this, "she doesn't know how to escape from her one grey hair"...
Ah kid eh? How they reflect the us in them. | |
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| oms palms
Posted: 4/10/2009 6:16:52 PM | nothing, dear
he buys a sports car
but at night
she dreams
of a red suit
and the power
of wet wombs
LS 4/10/09 | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 986 | |
| oms palms
Posted: 4/10/2009 10:13:35 PM | | wow^, I'll be honest, brizo, I'm afraid to say it, but I really like it when you do free verse. | |
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| oms palms
Posted: 4/10/2009 10:22:15 PM |  Ah, we're friends, we can be honest...I know what you're trying to say, and I agree, sometimes I get lost in rhyming...it traps me.... | |
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| oms palms
Posted: 4/11/2009 9:36:47 PM | Out of my brain a thought just flew,
with nothing to take its place.
Cadence.
Rhythm?
Wordly rhyme.
Marching without a clue.
Perhaps direction isn't the goal,
wandering,
onward,
pause.
The meaning?
Intention?
Enquiring thrice.
Round, and round, again. | |
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| oms palms
Posted: 4/12/2009 9:18:23 PM | Hey cd....
good to see you again
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 990 | |
| oms palms
Posted: 4/13/2009 12:01:42 PM | ah, I see, cd, brought a cd. also good to see you again, cd.
Yes we are, and can , brizo. I'm honored and grateful...:)
Howdy pickles.
well, it was good to get away for a few days...
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"Today's communion"
My brother-in-law tells me
"They ran out of crisps"
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I had a to chuckle at that
I was imagining how the church members felt being left out like that...:/ | |
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| oms palms
Posted: 4/13/2009 12:30:52 PM | The audience always has the last laugh
for Harvey Korman, Feb. 15, 1927 - May 29, 2008, RIP
The comedian, on his death-bed,
thinks of his most boffo laughs.
He had the audience in the palm of his hands.
“I killed them,” he thinks.
“I effing murdered them!”
But the audience had the last laugh,
The audience always has the last laugh. | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 992 | |
| oms palms
Posted: 4/13/2009 2:17:30 PM | I remember Harvey Korman
and Carol Burnett
or Red Skelton
the off-the-cuff skits
televised in black and white
to the generations of
post-war boomers
that just got in from
road-hockey
or war
Geeze, I'm getting old..:/ | |
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| oms palms
Posted: 4/13/2009 5:50:24 PM | Hey babe you’re not getting old
I remember my Father’s face
When the Beatles came on
With hair flying and drums pounding
I watched his fingers to see if they found the beat
The I remembers could come out of the mouth
Of a five year old who found a caterpillar
On the sidewalk and thought it would make a great toy
For the family cat
The I remembers could be touch football in a field of leaves
With rosy cheeks and tree climbing knees
A hot bath waiting upon return
The candle lit beside the tub when the power went out
We aren’t getting old
It’s all a frame of mind
Ask my Mom who is 86 and would love to find a man
And get laid.
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| oms palms
Posted: 4/13/2009 7:31:16 PM | | you know your mom is my hero, Autumn...she cracks me up... | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 995 | |
| oms palms
Posted: 4/26/2009 11:07:33 AM | howdy, all.
well, sounds much like my mother, AF, but brrrrr, the thought of her getting laid, makes me think of an old rusty train ( "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can")
oh, I know, that's cruel...:/
well, thought to give poetry a bit of a break, but this wee thought struck me this morning.
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The Club
Ironic really, that after 21 years of
Not riding a motorcycle
That last night I should dream about
Some guy explaining to me
The correct way of
Waving
To a fellow motorcyclist
Well, I suppose it’s no wonder, really
That during those 5 hours
Out on the open road
Seemed as though
Hundreds
Were pointing to
Something
Actually, it kinda’ felt like a
Welcoming back
(of sorts )
Like each one of them knew that
My heading west
Into the rain
(Without the right gear)
Was a right of passage
Into a club
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yes, it was! It also had me wondering why car drivers don't wave to each other...:/
anywho, later eh. | |
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| oms palms
Posted: 4/26/2009 6:19:42 PM | on my road we wave to each other...then again, most of us know each other and the vehicles...lots of motorcycle traffic on my road, no stop signs....
deductible
inside you
where your heart abides
lined with broken words
not spoken into silence
let them think
what they will
anticipate
sick hunger for
a fiery collision
whose
failure
to control?
LS 4/24/09 | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 997 | |
| oms palms
Posted: 4/30/2009 1:06:28 PM | | ^thanks for that post/read , brizo. I saw your roads from space. They looked long and straight. | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 998 | |
| Leaves...
Posted: 4/30/2009 1:07:03 PM | In So Much Tomorrow
Coke-slept and bluffed, on silver and moon
Alone in the foliage
Smoking wind
Sunset-sad and colours, in the possible beauty
You take out your heart
In the dust
Beneath the night, there is shelter and sky
Smouldering silver
And rust
In so much tomorrow
You curve your eyes
Hurling sleep into the loom | |
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| Leaves...
Posted: 4/30/2009 4:22:55 PM | | Damn, ommie, you are soooooooooooooo good!! | |
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| Leaves...
Posted: 4/30/2009 11:30:27 PM | echo that ^^^^
love these lines Om
In so much tomorrow
You curve your eyes
Hurling sleep into the loom | |
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