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Posted: 9/18/2007 10:54:57 PM | Hi M...
I totally agree with BM. I immediately envisioned an aged actress from the Hollywood's glamour days...Hepburn or Bancroft or any one of the 100 starlets that used to stop them dead in their tracks. This was a very moving poem and it's hard to highlight any one or two stanzas...so I won't!
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Posted: 9/19/2007 8:03:54 AM | Actually I have seen that with my friend Dave's Harris Hawk. He used to toss meat chunks near the house to distract it while he was washing the perch. Otherwise she became a pain about trying to stand on the perch while he was cleaning. Incredibly accurate. They are so remarkabley graceful in flight. It's also amazing how swiftly they can accelerate from a cruising speed of around 15 mph to suddenly in three to five wing beats they are up around 40-45 mhp! I used to watch her rabbit hunting with Dave in the deserts just north of Las Vegas.
To quote King Alaric on Falcon's and Hawks: "The falcon ever in flight is as an arrow, swifter than the wind and deadly in it's speed. Whilest would liked the hawk unto a thrown axe, not so graceful or fast as the falcon, but indeed a battery of death upon striking it's target!"
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Posted: 9/19/2007 10:14:55 AM |  My friend L., some lovely writes here today!
Hiya , Erik the Viking!  to ya all!
If I could fingerpaint my life..........
what colours would I choose?
I think the deepest darkest light of deepest colours of Blue.
Then to add some lovely greys....and minute specks of yellow.....
To smile and say....the blues were blue....yet now...I feel more mellow!
Stand up and throw some deep deep orange...within a pool of purple.....
add some light light specks of white....the glowing of the sorrow!
With my fingers.....find a place between all of the colours.....
add the deepest reddest heart.....my fingers find the place.....
add another bleeding red....that leads right from my heart.....
to my face.......engages in my lips.
Shower it all in glints of lavender.....and light...........and sky blue
Resolve that in my life .......the colours..........
have made my life brand new!
Stand back.....admire..........
Know my sorrow....
yet also know my light.
I am all of these colours blended in..........
I am full of colours delight!
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Posted: 9/19/2007 10:36:21 PM | Erik...you definitely need to take up falconry!!! Fly!
Jules.... a beautiful portrait of a beautiful soul. xoxo | |
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Posted: 9/19/2007 11:10:56 PM | All Grown Up
When I was a fledging star child
I would trace cut-out wings in the clouds
and smile knowing someday,
I would fly
And I do.
My eyes pre-flight
mount the hawk’s back and
as I cast us into the unknown
leaving an envious gauntlet
stitched to a leather life
we escape into
freedom
and the star child
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Posted: 9/20/2007 2:05:13 AM | Hiya Jules my Celestial friend!
Falconry would be fun. But it is time consuming and I remember Dave having to weight his birds and fly them at certain weights. Seems a lot like work, no matter how wonderful the flying times and adventures were. I loved seeing the birds on wing though. One of my favorite activities I must admit.
Tallents and interests are both a blessing and a curse dear. Having done many things in my life and being fortunate enough to be diverse in interests and areas of knowledge I always hear folks lob me into the "You should do this" category. Hahahaha,...
Those who see me work with dogs and discover that I am formerly lisenced in 3 States and Federally as a Dog Trainer say, "Erik you should do that for a living!"
Those who hear me speaking in one of my languages tell me, "That's amazing, you sound like a native speaker! You should be a translator!"
Those who hang around with me when I am in a joking mood say, "You're pretty hysterical, you should hit the comedy circut! You'de make a good comedian!"
Those who taste my cooking and dicover my culinary training and background insist that I should continue doing Chef work, or perhaps open a restaurant.
The situation goes on and on with each area of interest and/or expertise. Not that I know everything or have even remotely done a fraction of the things I wish to do in life, but I am always hearing about how I should do this or that. Actor, History teacher, Biologist, Kayak Tour guide, Herpetologist, Writer, Musician, Ornithologist, etc etc.
- BRING IN THE CLONES -
Sitting in my laboratory
Dreaming of promise and glory
While my dog sleeps and is snorry
I'll work through the night
In the day you wont hear me b itch
Though my brain and muscles all itch
Now I'll just throw over the switch
This is a grand sight
Electricity that now moans
Life from creatures that now groans
Yay!, awaken my group of Clones
What a cool delight
I shall name each one by number
Hope their all smart and none dumber
Now their minds I shall encumber
Teach them everything right
Erik two shall a Chef become
Erik three an actor well done
Erik four Kayaks in the sun
Forth all my clone me's!
Erik five the grand translator
Erik six teacher, debator
Erik seven studly mate her
Clones to help things ease
Erik eight the cool dog trainer
Erik nine the author greater
Erik ten, rock star no brainer
Shall I send them 'cross the seas?
Oh the things that I could sure do
If I made a whole "Erik" crew
But the women would be too few
For these Vikings all to please!
- Erik -
Hahahahaha,... ( How's that for a grand and egotistical poem eh? ) hahaha Good thing I dont take me too seriously or I'd be in trouble! Cheers! | |
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Posted: 9/20/2007 7:30:46 AM | ^^^^^^Well...I'll never make that mistake again. Wasn't that a movie?. Multiplicity with Micheal Keaton (or Sybil) come to mind.   | |
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Posted: 9/20/2007 12:05:09 PM | It was indeed "Mutiplicity" with Keaton. I am not so much worried about Clone degradation, just making sure each clone is specialized properly. Plus I would have to get them all their own social security numbers! Hahahaha,... YIKES!
To psuedo quote: "Bring in the clones!"
- Erik -  | |
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Posted: 9/20/2007 12:42:24 PM |
just making sure each clone is specialized properly
the anatomical correctness is always a sticking point, eh? | |
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Posted: 9/20/2007 9:42:25 PM | Thanks BM and SR!!!!
I'm posting one more here in Sophia's thread. She probably wants me out by now....
Listen
Listen, while I shall speak
of lover's days, nights, weeks.
Bowing heads, in cradled hands
fighting the fading, graying plans.
To lift themselves, above the game
of everyday, of all the same.
Like a book reread, yet a page unturned
like a match unlit, but feeling burned.
Forgetting how, to touch within
they kiss lips dry, an inch from skin.
They hear the words, yet miss the shout
of a lover lonely, and calling out.
They turn to sleep, they face the wall
never seeing, the other at all.
Lying there, with open eyes
and holding a pillow, to quiet their cries.
They pull the blanket under their chin
protecting their hearts, and the love within.
From the cold of night, that steals the heat
and the lonesome look, of an ironed sheet.
No wrinkled twists, no scattered cloth
no candle's burning, the flame turned off.
They close their eyes, and call on dreams
to recall the love, from memories.
And to the other, in silent prayer
they hope tomorrow, be laying there.
For to wake alone, to listen and sigh
at a candle's hiss, the final goodbye.
To what once was, the day starts old
so slow to rise, the sun is cold.
To lie in bed, to hear no call.
of a morning lover, of nothing at all.
To listen to nothing, but one less beating
from a lover's heart, torn, splitting.
Gone is the day you could try again
gone are the words, said within.
Gone is the door, never to open
gone, the key, to let you in.
Gone is the sun, and how it glistened
gone is the moment, once envisioned.
Gone is the chance you never took then
gone is love, and what should have been.
Gone is the lover, the partner, the friend
gone is everything, except the end.
How it all falls, with a sun unrisen
how dark the day, you didn't listen.
Goodbye is said silent, in the eyes
the candle flutters, then it dies.
And in your heart, what once was red
turns blue, then gray, then dead.
And I, the wind, that curls on by
to turn your wish, into a sigh.
I'll bring it back, to tease you when
you swear, on love, to listen.
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Posted: 9/20/2007 9:44:36 PM | Sophia,
Good to read your poems before I head to bed. Leads me into good dreams.
Thanks!
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Posted: 9/20/2007 9:53:19 PM |  Soulbane this was so very beautiful....and true! Why aren't there more men like YOU? lol
Viking...you know I love ya...if we could clone ya...we wouldn't have to watch Comedy T.v.....or lift our veil with one to be! We could all just be We...and Be...love ya!
Tangled up within the mirror...
see my face...hate my fear
Look upon you every night
when I close my eyes ...so tight!
Why this memory haunts me so?
I find it wasn't that hard a blow...
always knew ...I loved you more!
Now you wanna even the score?
I tell ya baby...I am no devil...
I want cha happy....
me too!
Git a movin' on....
wit chur life...
I ain't yur girll.....
I ain't yur wife!
You made that clear....
now ....come here...
want me to make it
plainer?
shit ....is that a word....
Or am I just saner?
loll..
I am one drip....
from the misery...
you left me....
yet ,,,,,,
I find my whirlpool of life
has made a pool...
of memories....
and I am the fool!
Nope ....not again...
my Blues sing daily...
they can hear me in
Bookipseeeeeeeeee.....
Thats why you did me wrong
I am .........
Wayyyyyyyyyyy ...
longggggggggg ....gone!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: 9/20/2007 11:29:31 PM | I didn't write this one but I do like it.
Poem by Michelle Ramb
A Truer You
You cut into your arms and
chest as through you were
searching out the remains of wings,
bloody digging for even a fray of
a feather
because maybe you just flew too close to the sun.
You crept under your own temple,
a frantic archeological excavation for
one bone, clue, or memory of an ancestor
linking you to the soil and stars with
something other than
the old smell of beer.
Paper-cuts rites of passage say
I am a man now
who will never forget the boy
who didn't know how to say
love me
In spite of you,
in spite of who you think I am
or want me to be.
Just love me.
I don't know what you found
under the first few layers of flesh-
playground wars you were
never meant to win,
a world of fewer words,
parents you wished for
tucked away in the rushing of veins.
The open swipes will
scab over soon to become
mumbled explanations,
slightly-raised reminders of
how much you wanted to remember
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Posted: 9/20/2007 11:33:36 PM | Stonearched doorway of mystical measure
Echoes an opening into somewhere
In the second half of my century.
Sunlight, stream spiritlight,
Earthlight transforms it
Into beauty, and grace,
As I do, as we do…
It is not “give and take”,
It is accept and create
On the other side of that garden gateway
If I but dare to walk through
I will live in another world
Where one learns
To maintain bliss. | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 1:30:14 AM | Hahaha Now now Brizo, Sophia,... you know the world already has it's hands full with one of me! Hahahah two or more could be crazy! And an army of Erik's? Oh geeze,... The world would not be the same! Besides,... I would not want my clones to have a stamp on their butts that said "Made by Mattel" Hhahahahaha,... so much for Ken dolls.
Nahhhhh you'll have to settle for me.
- ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE -
Look to the inverted Denmark down south
Yes I meant Florida, straight from my mouth
Lives a fun Viking who thinks with spice
Enjoying all his days in paradise
What could be better than tropical breeze
White sandy beaches with aqua seas
Always a blast if you like the heat
And with a Norseman that cant be beat
Birds winter down here, humans vacation
I live in paradise that's my salvation
What a grand place to work and play
Beauty abounds here, I have to say
- Erik - Hahahaha,...   | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 8:34:39 AM | A Couple of Couplets
(For L.)
The simplest things the hardest said
A loaf of wine, a jug of bread
A brushstroke, a penstroke, words we spoke
The art we live, the art we love we doth invoke | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 6:51:02 PM | Black Mary.....such a lovely poem....for such a lovely lady!
On ....on....on she goes.....
Where she stops ....no one knows......
How did she get this way?
Life is the teacher........heart is the blame!
Life leads us on....within a song.....
wishing hope...but always is wrong!
If ya can't say somethin' good.....
Don't say nuthin' at all!
This lady keeps her heart to her self....
She has lived alotta life!
Her heart is woven of delicate feather
like angels wing.....and light blonde hair!
She has to scream and dwell.......
after all the falls..........
She ain't yet fell............
"If ya can't say somethin' good..........
Don't say nothin' at all"
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Posted: 9/21/2007 10:32:41 PM | RC...I hope you need pictures to remember this night (Happy B-day) and thanks for the poem. Wonderful as always.
Erik...Paradise is a state of mind...don't you think? LOL
BM....you are my best art.
Jules... | |
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Posted: 9/21/2007 10:33:27 PM | Stage Fright
Harbored in sequenced
velvet moments hung;
ankle laced slippers
toe the stage like
the fragile stuttering of
butterfly wings drumming
an induced quickening
the dancer
waits in the wings and
dreams opening night
A tear drop pervades
the flowers at her feet
detonating shadows
I step out of the haze
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Posted: 9/21/2007 11:05:21 PM | Sophia yes it is a state of mind,... BUT,... Paradise is also a State of Florida! Hehehehe,...
- Erik -
- PARADISE FOUND! -
Head down southward and look for the beach
Where the palm trees grow and snow's outta reach
And when you see dolphins and sand fine and nice
Then you'll be in Florida, in paradise!
- Erik - | |
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Posted: 9/22/2007 8:11:20 AM | If I was a girl, I'd be trying to fvck soulbane...
he's just hot 
I pulled my hair back into a ponytail today
just seemed like it was time
it curling up on my shoulders doesn't bother me
but, I hate the bangs in my eyes
only so much I could do with my sunglasses barrette (or whatever
yanno I don't use spellcheck)
any of you girls know if they still make cream rinse?
it's been while since
I hoisted my freak flag up the proverbial pole
all the shit that I've seen is mixed with aloe
and my hair is fine and floats in the breeze
I don't want any residue causing clings
And don't tell me about anything that's more than 20 bucks
I'm not hung up on my looks
just want the softest satin flowing from my unused cranium
and while you're telling me all about it, I'll have my hand on your bum
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Posted: 9/22/2007 8:14:19 AM | | B.Dog.........you are just too dang funny! is all! | |
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Posted: 9/22/2007 1:11:24 PM | Erik...lived there, done that...I prefer my little island paradise. To each, her own. LOL
SoulBane...please forgive BD...he doesn't get out much. LMAO.
BD...they stopped calling it creme rinse 20 years ago...no wonder you're such a shaggy dawg. (Jules...you have beautiful hair...help him out)  | |
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Posted: 9/22/2007 1:15:47 PM | Haahaaa....I love hair on men....hell...I am just tryin to find one with hair??????????? Bd,,,,U know I could help ya out....
Love men with hair........got a lotta miracles...shit...look at mine???? lol | |
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