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Posted: 7/22/2007 10:17:28 PM | Sis....it seems we share everything! So it is written.
Princess...we strive but, perfection is damned near impossible for the thinking human to achieve.
Jules...shine on good little witch.
Truth...loved your poem. Glasses like finger paints come in many colours (besides rosy). Stop in again!
RC....Well, since we're only at 4 and you want the 13th (and most powerful seat) it may take a while. We sure could use your "talents" in this fledgling coven though. Great poem...thanks! | |
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Posted: 7/23/2007 12:02:34 AM | Character Sketch
There is no black or white
They are not colors. Simply defined
acts of emission and omission
Incapable of absorption, white
reflects light from the spectrum.
While black, inhales the light,
it lacks the power of reflection
A paradox, yet, one cannot
exist without the other for fear
the entire gamut would be
lifeless without them
The perfection of imperfection
coexisting without knowledge
of one another. To understand
black and white is to climb
the staircase of acceptance
descending in cynicism
I confess, I am shaded
Unable to reflect pure light
Unwilling to wallow in the dark
I hover somewhere in-between
Like a rough sketch | |
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Posted: 7/24/2007 1:54:42 AM | Limbo
I have nothing.
You told me that on the night
you thought the stones lied
and I heard you ache
to be reborn into the cold arms
of summer snow rushing
down the mountain
So here I kneel
By the river’s edge
tossing blue lace garlands
Waiting for the sun to rise
Praying for the dawning | |
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Posted: 7/25/2007 1:20:24 AM | Nearly
We talked a lot in the beginning.
Mostly about your world.
I didn’t mind. It seemed
more important somehow and
since my life had become so
wrapped in yours, I assumed
we were talking about us.
Walking through the parking lot
a few weeks ago, you stayed
slightly ahead of me.
Longer stride was all I thought.
At dinner, when I touched your hand
I saw you recoil, for just a split second,
but you did. I must have surprised you
Yesterday, straining concern,
you spoke in a foreign tongue,
lit a match in gesture and
without a backward glance
returned to your distraction.
Now the house lights are dim and
the chamber once filled with music
where we danced a promise
echoes hollow, remote, unfamiliar.
Drifting lonely through deserted
rooms, a fading misty shadow,
I trace a final kiss upon your brow
and with tearstained prayers
extinguish the last candle. | |
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Posted: 7/26/2007 11:13:00 AM |   Yoko........a very lovely poem! I loved it my friend!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Standing~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I wonder how you can still leave me standing.......
although I fell.......once or twice...at your hand
Knowing this......my heart much more cautious
The ties that bind........are much less sensuous
I carried that heart.....and soul.....for so long......
Thought maybe today....good time .......to let gooooo!
I know of your heart...and your love that you hold......
Is sincere.......but not all that bold
I seek one with whom.....I can spend my lasting days
nights just the same........
I must be your missing link?
Whatever the problem.......
whatever the end..........
I search for the one......with a soul.....that can lend
one heart of fire........one heart's desire.............
One I can spend..........Eternity! | |
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Posted: 7/26/2007 5:46:58 PM | Now the house lights are dim and
the chamber once filled with music
Hope dies hard,
against our will,
our breath
Our ears blind
our eyes deaf
Comfort me not:
"It's just wrong"
And yet. . . .
♥ | |
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Posted: 7/26/2007 10:27:16 PM | Jules and Wooby...every day is a brand new colour. Love you both.  | |
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Posted: 7/26/2007 10:28:53 PM | Snakeskin
Early this morning I was talking
with someone who knows me
pretty well. He was right
when he said sometimes,
talking to you is like
talking to a lawyer
Thanks for the wakeup slap.
By four I had been to the spa
and shed the scaly snake skin
and, my hair looks great a
couple of shades lighter
By six I had poured a glass of wine
And re-packed my Caribbean luggage
WITHOUT the three piece suits
and sensible shoes
Just two bathing suits, a wrap and
that little black dress that always
knocks em dead. Two pairs of
spike sandals, a pair of flip-flops
a couple of aroma therapy potions
and I’m a whole new me.
Not lawyer like at all | |
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Posted: 7/27/2007 12:25:05 PM | lawyers...suck. This is something that I wrote awhile back. And every day that I grow older, I have to wonder...why the hell that we even need lawyers.
yanno...if everyone was honest and did what was fair...
we couldn't be accused of going to lie school...
passing the bar would mean not stopping in with the good ole boys for a beer
latin would be a language only spoken by coroners; because, it's dead
before I get rambling on about again about how I hate their arrogance
I'll just remind them, that the public doesn't have to use spell check
....and a "he dunnit" is much more clear than your dna evidence....
someone grab the rope 
I'll digress... here's what I wrote :*
Lawyers Suck
Current mood: over-educated idiots
Category: over-educated idiots Writing and Poetry
I wrote this the other night. I was getting a good buzz, and preparing myself to go to court
in the morning to support one of my gals. And low and behold....it held out so true. She had the dumbest, rudest public defender. Some old broad that had absolutely no communication skills. ****! You can prolly guess that the Doggie has had an experience or two with the Florida legal system. And you can prolly guess that I researched every law and strategy that I could find on the net. Even made a few visits to the law library at the courthouse. That was all a waste of time. It's not about law....it's about the art of the deal. And I've been a car dealer all my life...and you know that I have no problem with communication skills. Lawyers are a clannish bunch of lazy **stards that do absolutely nothing. Now, this gal had been railroaded and she was just furious and wanted a jury trial to clear her name. Her dipshit lawyer was going to let her run with the ball. Nope...not with Doggie there to scream. Do your job you lazy ****. Explain to her what "no contest" and "expungement" mean...and go plea her out. This **** tells me that it's not my decision, it's hers. "NOT TODAY", go do your ****ing job. So the state's attny. drops two charges and offers no contest to a fluff charge. Court costs of $150. Case closed. Now, wtf? Public defenders don't get paid by the hour...why in the world would they treat decent people that way? Because lawyers don't want the general public to know how the system works. Then we wouldn't need lawyers. And they toss in a couple of rules like: you can't talk to the prosecutor. Only, we can. It's called a monopoly, folks. The best thing to do, if you ever get tossed into the system...is get out of it as fast as you can. All they want is money and a "win" on their side of the column. It's a game for the fat, lazy, clannish **stards and ****es so that they can have job security. Anyway, this was my poem:
I hate lawyers
dime a dozen tom sawyers
Yanno that was the guy you were passing the bong to
he was no smarter than you
Less than, actually
you just missed the course on slothiality
3 times to pass the bar?
I just stopped in once and got loaded on the cliff note version, while he puked in my car.
I don't know where I'm going with this. Yea, me!
yanno what my favorite line was from a movie?
"I like communists. The first thing that they do is shoot all of the lawyers."
Or, something like that. It was Danny Devito, or whatever
....I think that we should delay your case
Got anymore money? I can prove your innocense beyond a trace
And how many lawyers know that I was proving a flower that exists?
Innocense blooms in places that I can't resist
Dime a dozen.
I hate 'em.
They have their own system.
It doesn' matter how bad they smell or where they've been.
They all roll around in their own bullshyt, again.
It's just one clan.
The family plan.
Do absolutely nothing and grow fat.
I'll do this if you rub my back.
The law schools got over-populated like ant hills
Ever known anyone but a lawyer to try to pass a bill?
Politicians suck, too
The same crew
And the worst part is that they would even fvck up your order at the to go window
Their ego get's super-sized. Yanno?
Human nature tell's the tale of the pagan]
What frat do you belong to again?
:moo
*no animals were harmed in the reposting of this "poem"
**Innocense is a flower | |
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Posted: 7/27/2007 6:09:08 PM | Hi brawnydog, I couldn't help but notice your post.
I kinda agree--though a couple of my cousins are lawyers and REALLY not like that.
Every profession is a sell out these days.
But maybe they all just followed the lawyers' lead.
Just wanted to give a thumbs up.
Down doggy... | |
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Posted: 7/27/2007 8:15:48 PM | one true thing
if love were not true
when I fell into your heart
then everything right
in this world
was a lie
and I will hold
that picture of you
and the air thick
with feeling
'till I die
Ls 7/27/07
posted in my own thread also.... | |
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Posted: 7/28/2007 5:20:04 AM | BD...I get it.....YOU DON'T LIKE LAWYERS!!
Bic....thanks for dropping in.
Brizo...your poem is beautiful. Thanks for posting it here!! | |
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Posted: 7/28/2007 5:21:44 AM | Message Board
Another day, another airport
Long layover people watching
Coffee, more coffee
Seems I’ve gone through a
few time zones, what day is it
Faces, obsessing schedules
Gates, luggage, children on leashes
Curious mouths make small talk
My smoky eyes turn distinctly green
Wanting a shoulder to sleep on
Terminal ups and downs
Arrive, depart, arrive
Code orange announcements
Moving sidewalks going
From there to there
And back again
I’ve never liked travelling alone
Wish you were here | |
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Posted: 7/28/2007 6:22:21 AM | hotlanta heat toastes the day before dawn
I've been out cleaning up the yard
600 miles or I'd grill you some prawns
burning oaks from hurricanes ago...fire retarded
I'm soaked with ashes in my brow
I sweated clean through my carbon smeared trou...
step outside and have a smoke
I just came in to take a toke... | |
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Posted: 7/30/2007 9:59:21 AM | Hola......YOKO....my friend! Are you off on an extended vacation? I certainly hope so! Enjoy.....and Enjoy! 
I take it Brawny doesn't like lawyers! 
Looming colours..........of the utmost pleasure
surrounding my heart....as my soul bleeds bright reds
Capture the killing fields......of mind....then of pain..........
More like a yellow.....fades into greens..........
Laughter....is sensuous.....brings out the Pink..........gradually fades in a blink!
Your heart brings my soul into a lovely shade ........of BLUE
It wavers within......a light blue....then Indigo.......
Carries me through another day...of the pain...........
At night it is a little black and white....more gray!
I hear your voice...........and colours.....become rainbows........
I feel everyone......and my heart sort of mellows
Enjoy that lovely feeling again.............
when all turns to mystical......colours of rain.........
rainbows....and sunshine.....delicate sights.......
bring me so much more back to the light!
To feel this each day......is my destiny....my fate!
To love like the colours......which your heart brings me!
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Posted: 7/31/2007 8:44:28 PM | Small Song For A Poetress
Time marches you right up to the window
Where you say
“There’s the sky…let it cover me gentle”
And in your downtown dreams
You catch that ride all the way
Home again
Still there you go
Watching a caravan
Crossing the desert
Camel-ships
Down to wave
Sailing out to the New World
And everything flattens
Like a parade of cold stars
The way they hum
On your lips
In your tears
Breaking in me
Now | |
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Posted: 7/31/2007 9:28:36 PM | so many lovely words, like promises kept.... can't single one out.....they are a galaxy, a universe I want to dance in tonight, tomorrow...thank you all, I so needed some beauty to jump into...the lake, the ocean of you lapping gently at my distant and sad shore...healing, healing, healing......
yoko...have fun, bikini 'em 'til their eyeballs pop!!!
what do you call 500 lawyers chained to the bottom of the sea?
a good start. | |
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Posted: 7/31/2007 11:30:27 PM | Just some paint......
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In a perfect world
in a perfect world
it would be you and i....surrounded by them
in a perfect world.....
You would not be able to breath without me
but, I adore the parts of you that you've given
and hold them tenderly....with so much care
I know that this *is our perfect world....
I've learned that caring for you
has made me strong
what I've found out that
I can be vulnerable
and remain safe
I've learned that
time nor miles
can keep this friendship
from growing
you're inspiration
and you are truth
redefined
this is part of what I can tell you
is a perfect world. | |
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Posted: 8/1/2007 7:00:10 AM | Just checking in now and then when I get a connection
Jules...half vacation, half work...still fun though. Thanks!
BM...your poems always take my breath away. Thank you.
Princess...no bikini's...it's a nude beach...LOL..kidding
Blue....Great poem. Thanks for visiting my imperfect little world. | |
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Posted: 8/6/2007 8:00:33 AM | The Painting Was Always Meant To Be Yours
You asked for clarity
so I released a thousand white doves
with ribbons spun from my hair
to lasso the sun
But in the pure rays
of streaming light
you saw only the shadows of
charred ravens pecking at your eyes
You asked for the serenity
of clear blue ocean waters
so I built an ark
to sail you around the world
Heaving, you got seasick
in the harbour
You asked for the wisdom of stones
so I carved a temple in your name
into a rocky mountain top
But standing at the bottom
you said the elevation
made you weak
And when I had run out of miracles
I realized you are the horizon in the distance
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Posted: 8/6/2007 9:56:44 AM | | jesus...that could be the most beautiful thing I have ever read...thank you for taking me there... | |
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Posted: 8/6/2007 10:39:09 AM | YOKO....so glad you got to getaway! hope it gave your soul a lovely holiday!
The picture I imagined.....so much more of a Masterpiece......
Like something Michaelangelo....created under the stars of naked ladies!
I had imagined all of this.....the delicate roses...the gifts we would send....
The intimite moments of your soul.....encompassing mine.......
Colours like meltings of pure...reds...pinks...devine!
My picture was so very livid ....tis true......
I imagined all of the best ....just of you!
Knowing now I was only my own....magic artist....
my picture....it left.....me.....as I wander in irridescent colours......
Lovely the colours...of many that mingle......
my heart feels but one.....bright red....so single........
Bleeding....it fills many cracks I have left.........
Torrent in colour.....it gives each meaning I sent......
Disturbing the colours....they come to meet me at night!
So many of irridescent greens...blacks and whites!
I shall leave this place...for you to ever discover.....
Should you ever come back.....
to finish the Masterpiece...........
finding....I will ...just wait....
and endure.
For the world waits on an Artist........
knowing his heart is so pure! | |
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Posted: 8/6/2007 1:54:12 PM | | Yoko, so glad you are home, so happy your clarity is lighting the way again...ohyes, OH YES!!!!!! | |
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Posted: 8/6/2007 1:58:25 PM | Annonymous...Thanks...that means a lot coming from someone as inspired as you.
Jules...somehow I see you more as a Monet. Soft hues and impressionable.
edit...aoibheann you changed your name! Now a beautiful Irish Princess!
Home and ranting again...LOL ...good to see you too!!! | |
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