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Posted: 5/21/2008 1:22:23 PM | oh.. and
Today on the menu we have Salt Spring Mussels in Curried Coconut Milk and Blueberries....sounds weird, tastes great LMAO!
Actually, it sounds to me
like I'd wash dishes for free
just to watch the chef working
my teeth are fvcked up anyway..who cares about blueberry stains? 
last night I sauteed a half pound of bay scallops
for about two minutes in butter and garlic
tossed it on top of a bed of wide pasta
added just a touch of marinara
I didn't put much more in it
Old Bay Seasoning, just a pinch
and it was perfect
two slices of texas toast
your chef, no doubt, bakes your own rolls
and knows the key to seafood is don't overcook it
well, that's pretty much the rule about everything
now that I think about it
know what I mean?
I think that maybe ten percent of the population can boil water right
know an herb from a spice
and proper temperature is the key to it all
I'd kill for a brick oven
I was thinking about building one
right out in the front yard
propane with optional wood burnin smoker
for turkeys and salmon
I bought a 20dollar book with lots of pictures and plans
but, none of them suit my habitat or demands
so I'm going to end up with a bunch of drawings in my notebook
about five hundred trips to home depot
..no doubt about it
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Posted: 5/21/2008 9:24:21 PM |  think I'm about done with restaurants...food is still good though! Keep on cookin'!
Gotta leave again for a few days...see ya when I get back. | |
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Posted: 5/24/2008 2:30:20 PM | For Sale By Owner
He came by the other day. A gruff old man
with thick glasses and myopic hands offering
to blow the years to kingdom come
and I said okay.
So there we stood - surveying the house.
Me with detailed eyes, he with dollar signs -
I asked, where will the spiders go
when you start to blast?
Don’t know. Doesn’t matter. You’ll move
a lot quicker without them - which made me wonder
if old webs were all that had been holding
me together and in that moment
under pressure, nine years; a novena
of regret slid down the crevices and
washed away in the sewer
beneath the porch. | |
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Posted: 5/24/2008 3:00:24 PM | Sophia...I am saddend by this poem, as I may be facing the same thing ...soon!
All the clusters
imaginations planted stories
lost and gone
within the wreckage
Something lived here
beautiful and sweet!
Tangeled webs of life
we weave!
Left to be destroyed
Yet with the pain
comes on enjoyment
Savage life is no ones friend
Homes and hearts
survive...
the End!
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Posted: 5/24/2008 3:13:13 PM | Hey Jules, don't be sad. It's actually meant to be a happy poem about shedding old skins and moving on to better things! A house is just a house, a job is just a job. The happy times live in your heart and that always goes with you.
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Posted: 5/24/2008 3:23:27 PM |  exactly my friend! I know this...yet it is kinda sad...dontcha think?
I am a sentimentalist..lol too much so...you know? | |
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Posted: 5/30/2008 12:41:56 AM | You touched me.
A trace of
spice on my throat,
the back of my knees
still blush because
you touched me
in places no one else
has ever been.
The passionate
space between
mind and skin,
your perfume
touches me. | |
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Posted: 5/30/2008 12:52:23 AM | We all have regrets.
Memories
dripping
like frozen moments
in the mask of a candles dreamless
thought
tied in red silk bows
drapped
across liquid flesh
where joy has become
the outward stance
of what could be love
torn apart
lifeless to the touch
heedless
of you
of me
them
it gathers speed
as I am remembered
through mirrors
windows brushing against my name
echoing
the indifference sidewalks claim
when devouring our lives
step by solemn step.
~R~
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Posted: 5/30/2008 1:20:15 AM | | Hey Truth, nice to see you. No regrets here. There is something to cherish every moment. | |
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Posted: 5/30/2008 1:49:34 AM | I wish I could remember ver batum what my sage sis told me
but, it's me..so, here goes another paraphrase lol
"sugar, at our age, you can't question happy
live, learn and love each and every day
you can't worry about what was or what may be
tomorrow is promised to nobody"
well, she didn't cornball it up as much as I did.. but, you get the point
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Posted: 5/30/2008 2:03:23 AM | | yo yo BD...where would we be without the wisdom of sages! | |
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Posted: 5/30/2008 7:15:18 AM |
because
you touched me
in places no one else
has ever been.
The passionate
space between
mind and skin
Whatever he touched, whatever made you passionate enough to "speak" through a keyboard, we're all better for it......
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Posted: 5/30/2008 11:28:29 AM | | Thanks Brizo, you darling, darling woman! You always make my day! By the way...been reading your poems and you are quite an inspiration! Mwahhh | |
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Posted: 5/31/2008 9:47:42 AM | ^yes, she is.
well, bin trying to capture this poem for weeks now,
most likely another case of postitis, but the lord pengy left me with these watercolours, and I can't seem to give up on them. anyway, I'm truly grateful for the view from my own blue iceberg.
cheers eh.
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The Blues Running the Skies
It motions to you slow and peculiar the ebony coast
Lowing you up into the quiet
The blues, running the skies
You like the risk you can go there safely
Your sad eyes asserting themselves
Into assent
Each time, slanted
The trial of goodness dangering the air
So here you are, the little winds caressing your sail
For that elusive something
You ought to know | |
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Posted: 5/31/2008 12:14:49 PM | Hello Om! How wonderful to see you here! First, I feel the need to clear up and old wive's tale...BM is Lord OF the Imaginary Penguins. I wouldn't sleep with a bird...that would be bizzare (and illegal I think). I prefer to think of him as a God. LMAO...okay,
now your poem....I can see it, feel it. Fav lines:
It motions to you slow and peculiar the ebony coast
Lowing you up into the quiet
The blues, running the skies
You like the risk
Nice! | |
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Posted: 5/31/2008 2:07:29 PM | Outward Bound
I’m leaving you mother tongue.
You fed me nothing but lawless laws and
broken rules that masked the subtle
sameness of suck and success until,
replete with bitter roots,
I contracted my last contraction,
ate my fill....I’m done.
Consider yourself overthrown.
Romance and I are heading south
of your stiff upper lip. South of
Havana, deep into the spicier suns
of mañana and mañana leaving
your toothless mouth behind.
Adiós lengua materna,
adiós. | |
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Posted: 5/31/2008 6:26:11 PM | | ah, my friend, go for it! ♥ n hugz | |
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Posted: 5/31/2008 6:53:02 PM |  Ola Wooby! The house is on the market and soon as it sells (fingers crossed it will be quick), I'm exchanging the cold Pacific (BM's agreed to tear himself away from Kentucky) for a warmer Caribbean Sea! Still an island but with a whole lot more music. No goodbyes though...they have internet LOL! | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 894 | |
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Posted: 5/31/2008 6:56:27 PM |  Cheers to ya both...my friend!
Of this time , may it never end! I am happy for ya both! Wowwwwwwwwwwww!
We outta get alot of good poetry outta that rejoice!!!!!!!!
 sweetttttttttttttttt! | |
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Posted: 5/31/2008 7:34:03 PM | | You dancing pickle you! Thanks. Figured you all might need somewhere tropical to visit when you've got the February blues. Woohoo! | |
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Joined: 2/11/2008
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Posted: 5/31/2008 8:14:35 PM | dancing pickles aside...lol...my friend! That gives me a real....
lol...I still got the Feb. Blues...come next week...i shall be rid of emmmm..lol Vacation!
Painted Love.........
What ever kept the lights on
while she painted
across many miles
it did not fade....
like a melencholy song...
painted long...ago
It sang within her heart
One word sparked something
wonderful....
Diffusing memories and scents
She rang with beautiful things...
he looked inside
felt so real!
Never again ....could he look away!
This is life...sweet and complete
Simply lifes sweet masterpiece!!!!!!!!!
L. and B.M.  | |
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Posted: 6/1/2008 7:39:52 AM | Some bright news to read this morning....I think you have probably hit upon the best solution, too. I have lived with others, and had others live here. It can be difficult when one is on home turf and the other is trying to make a niche without being pushy...
I always said after that if I tried living together again it should probably be a new house we both shared....
naval gazing for love
inward gaze
relentless batters
till my preening shatters
dripping mind
on canvas
in self conscious splatters
keeping track
of vital signs
of bits and smatters
a lure, a call
to find the one
my only one
to which it matters
LS 5/18/08
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Posted: 6/1/2008 10:18:31 AM | Mornin Brizo! Yes, new country, new home, new life. No ones turf but a fabulous adventure to uncover together! Totally pumped...like this
keeping track
of vital signs
of bits and smatters
a lure, a call | |
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Posted: 6/1/2008 3:49:33 PM | I found it. That thing you call bluer. The indelible blue
that tattooed Rilke and Lorca to the back of my eyelids.
The one that enriches black and makes the astonishment of
finding Himalayan Blue poppies even more astonishing.
Deeper than the heady sax of a blue bayou aftermath,
it defies color as its only reason for being;
like the ninth month of wonder that begins at the beginning
or cracking the door even though death is skulking.
It’s connected to every blue I’ve ever encountered. The seeing,
touching, tasting, wanting bluer I have with you. | |
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Posted: 6/1/2008 7:07:22 PM | I know what you mean about the blue; for me it's green. . . .
&hearts | |
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