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Brizo's poems Posted: 11/23/2009 7:50:41 PM
Hey wait I am not going to be a grandmother I am going to be mother-of-the-bride!!

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Brizo's poems Posted: 11/22/2009 8:59:35 PM
Guess what Brizo - I am going to be a momma of the bride next halloween!! My oldest baby is getting hitched. And if I am really lucky down the road maybe a grandbaby. Weddings and rings and midnight calls about nothing at all it`s happening while I stand in one spot wondering where my place is in all of this.

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The Moon Posted: 11/16/2009 10:19:01 PM
Play on dear people from every walk of life and every star that was born forever child we opened the windows wide and saw orion as for the little falling stars the leonids they had yet to arise and proclaim this spectacle theirs turn out the lights, the cities, the towns and watch the east life is dancing some where out there and I will superimpose a stamp on Orion close the window and blow out all light magic is afoot on the dark side of the moon.

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The Moon Posted: 11/15/2009 9:12:28 PM
That last poem Minstral I can really see. There is nothing like a poem that has so few words and yet says it all!

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The Swine Flu Posted: 11/5/2009 9:38:49 PM
H1N1 for Cats Today on the six o’clock news A 14 year old male tabby Developed the swine flu First recorded case so far Symptoms: Sneezing, not eating, lethargy… I remember my first encounter with Banana flavoured amoxicillin Running round and round like an idiot Here, kitty, kitty, kitty Eventually you collide in the middle Of a forced compromise And the little darling pukes on your carpet H1N1 for Adults Today on the eleven o’clock news 5 more people died in close proximity A very young infant without underlying conditions Tonight he coughs in my bed and rests fitfully Feverishly wiggling and rolling I cover him up and feel unable to predict How long it will take him to recover Wonder if I am on the list to get this strange mix Of hysterical media Although my grandmother died of the Spanish flu Monty Python could be calling outside my door… Those eerie words spoken as the wheels of the cart Move slowly over the cobblestones and become far too real.

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The Moon Posted: 11/5/2009 12:49:07 PM
That's ok We I am enjoying all the posts and just sitting back for a while. No sense trying to write a poem it has to be born and want to leap out. Keep writing and welcome to those who I haven't seen before in here.

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The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon Posted: 11/1/2009 10:01:54 PM
Wooby I'm sorry too that you have lost a friend. It has passed my mind before about someone disappearing and not knowing why. I'm glad that you did find out the truth though.

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Infinite Memories Posted: 10/31/2009 12:04:59 AM
I hope Hobo didn't die??

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/30/2009 11:49:17 PM
Thank you Breathing for letting us know. Happy Birthday Goat and good wishes for a new year in the barn. I'm not sure it smells any different though.

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What Tree Are You? Posted: 10/29/2009 8:43:40 PM
By an Autumn Fire Now at our casement the wind is shrilling, Poignant and keen And all the great boughs of the pines between It is harping a lone and hungering strain To the eldritch weeping of the rain; And then to the wild, wet valley flying It is seeking, sighing, Something lost in the summer olden. When night was silver and day was golden; But out on the shore the waves are moaning With ancient and never fulfilled desire, And the spirits of all the empty spaces, Of all the dark and haunted places, With the rain and the wind on their death-white faces, Come to the lure of our leaping fire. But we bar them out with this rose-red splendor From our blithe domain, And drown the whimper of wind and rain With undaunted laughter, echoing long, Cheery old tale and gay old song; Ours is the joyance of ripe fruition, Attained ambition. Ours is the treasure of tested loving, Friendship that needs no further proving; No more of springtime hopes, sweet and uncertain, Here we have largess of summer in fee Pile high the logs till the flame be leaping, At bay the chill of the autumn keeping, While pilgrim-wise, we may go a-reaping In the fairest meadow of memory! Lucy Maud Montgomery

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Leaves, and other noises Posted: 10/29/2009 8:14:15 PM
I love when you write about a place I have acutally been and can see it in my mind as well as feel the words in your poem. Good poem!

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Grandma Fed Me Cherries Posted: 10/29/2009 8:11:35 PM
I was thinking back the other evening about the wonderful smells of Autumn including leaves burning after we raked all day. Picking up chestnuts before the squirrels got them. Throwing leaves everywhere and that wonderful pungent scent. Thanks for bringing the meaning of childhood back.

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The Age of Innocence Posted: 10/26/2009 10:03:39 PM
A deserted park at half past seven on a Sunday night The trees were dressed for their masquerade ball I had a piece of paper in my hand And a ticket to an unexpected tour of the universe Completely random autumn showing pour deux Telescope a gigantic mirror of possibilities I swung on the edge of the moon looking for explosion marks Smeared chocolate circles on Jupiter Peeked inside the Ring Nebula without seeing Hands behind my back And wondered what was written on that piece of paper Tucked tightly in my hand The stage had been raked earlier of every leaf possible A kaleidoscope was on fire in the darkness The stage lights twinkling in rapture Clouds dusting the skies A flashlight making tiny circles on each cloud As I lay down on the bleachers And stared up from home plate I couldn’t smell the fires of autumn The assailing aroma which digs deep Into my memory popping out childhood from 3-D children’s books dogs marching spontaneously past with their owners on leashes didn’t see us we were invisible so many people have white picket fences black fleur de li electrocuting emporiums behind fences, hedges jungles on our walk home we were just outside looking in

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Brizo's poems Posted: 10/25/2009 12:10:18 PM
LOL I sure can picture that one. Same thing happens in my back yard. Baby squirrels are the funniest.

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!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRAWNY !! Posted: 10/25/2009 12:02:33 PM
yoko says I need professional help I still blaim it on the moon. what would you do? Enjoy being different and flamboyant! Happy Birthday!!!!

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/15/2009 7:55:22 PM
I can sure relate! I am the lost dreamer sitting in the chair Watching the slide show on the hidden job market Kind of bored as a young man full of exuberance Hits the points with a long stick The chronicles of how he found a job I passed the group session Received my own advisor Gained another advisor Another session As I climb a steep cliff Towards becoming a full time student again I won’t know until January if I am just dreaming.

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The Age of Innocence Posted: 10/13/2009 9:22:26 PM
That was lovely Shadow and thank you for stopping in with a poem. I just haven't been able to write lately :(

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The Age of Innocence Posted: 10/11/2009 11:55:17 PM
Ahh Brizo, Sophia and Brawny I shall send you over some of the goodies. We it is always a bad day for me in September, but thank you for caring.

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FRAGMENTS FROM THE CENTRAL FLOWER Posted: 10/11/2009 5:27:17 PM
We have been waiting patiently for this one BM and it is worth the wait. When I see hummingbirds I think of your Mom and how happy she would be to see you writing.

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The Age of Innocence Posted: 10/9/2009 9:54:52 PM
Mouth watering smells permeate down very long halls A large bird stuffed and trussed sits in the window of the oven Cranberry sauce made with grandmothers able touch Butternut squash with real butter and maple syrup Mash potatoes with extra butter A colourful display adorns the table lit by 6 candles Real silver wear and bone china dishes polished The wood of the table shines to the feel of mahogany And chocolate Ice cream Coffee and cream Apple pie Chedder cheese A cool breeze out on the front porch As others gather to shake off the lethargy Of such a feast Family and friends Enjoying the harvest Of a Canadian Thanksgiving.

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The Moon Posted: 10/8/2009 9:56:43 PM
I loved the haiku ommie. Morning crests the sky as a bird of prey silently hunting for breakfast she lets down her hair our lady moon and in the blink of an eye a bomb will go off on her pole sending answers off into space I'm not sure it's a good idea playing again with mother nature blowing things up for fun I prefer her antiquity.

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Favorite Music Lyrics Posted: 10/7/2009 8:55:26 PM
Nightswimming by Dashboard Confessional Nightswimming deserves a quiet night. The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago, turned around backwards so the windshield shows. Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse. Still, it's so much clearer. I forgot my shirt at the water's edge. The moon is low tonight. Nightswimming deserves a quiet night. I'm not sure all these people understand. It's not like years ago, The fear of getting caught, of recklessness and water. They cannot see me naked. These things, they go away, replaced by everyday. Nightswimming, remembering that night. September's coming soon. I'm pining for the moon. And what if there were two Side by side in orbit Around the fairest sun? That bright, tight forever drum could not describe nightswimming. You, I thought I knew you. You I cannot judge. You, I thought you knew me, this one laughing quietly underneath my breath. Nightswimming. The photograph reflects, every streetlight a reminder. Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night.

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The Moon Posted: 10/6/2009 9:02:36 PM
In a late summer field of lost butterflies, on my patchwork blanket in a crowd of stained-glass children, I lay, twelve years old, gazing up at the Moon in Yasgur’s sky, tracing the dance steps left behind in the dust. I love the imagery! did you go to Woodstock?

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The Moon Posted: 10/6/2009 7:19:18 PM
Two souls as one Tonight take flight The pinnacle of love Arranged simply Wildflowers Gathered and strewn Across miles of star fed seas And harvest moons A sheaf of wheat Painted in the corner of my eye To protect what’s left Of ardent love And autumn splendour The beginning Where lovers go Spreading their seeds Of candled inspiration The flame eternal.

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Brizo's poems Posted: 10/5/2009 8:44:04 PM
That missing feeling Of home I am not sure it is even a place Or a smell But an awareness of another time When all our senses were alive Alice in wonderland Dorothy in Oz We were in our prime Dreaming about romance Adventure Painting our life in Technicolor I remember stumbling down a street at night A little tipsy His arm around me Full moon – warm summer evening And he promised to take me to London Where we would explore history together And make love with our eyes In a small café (Ok I’m down for England and Ireland and Stonehenge)

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The Age of Innocence Posted: 10/1/2009 8:38:04 PM
So such and such, who's fishin must be a must, fly castin or worm drowning over which women - feel the need to fuss... Nobody is fussing in here except you?

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The Moon Posted: 9/29/2009 8:09:34 PM
Many a night I’ve stood on the moon Feeling just right in that sassy stance Wishing romance was a sparkle of light That gelds right through the heart in the night I wonder why the world seems small Concrete ruins of a mall I don’t feel very tall Standing on the moon I use to wear those silver shoes Didn’t much like the smell of booze Most of the time I’m the girl in red With childish glee of thwarting bed Standing on the moon hands on my hips Defying gravity A bird on a wire.

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The Age of Innocence Posted: 9/28/2009 11:17:51 AM
[Bringing it home from first/last] it all seemed so easy to see back in the seventies the free form of expression the love and acceptance eyes just tiny mirrors hidden beneath the haze those crazy days we try to bring back perpendicular in a cloud of smoke thoughts rise from unfettered images it doesn’t take much to record the music over and over again in our head light the candles sweetie the pipe is in the corner in a carved wooden box open it carefully or the moment with be lost.

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The Age of Innocence Posted: 9/28/2009 11:15:42 AM
There was a fireball/meteor on Friday night. I was in the house cleaning up and David was setting up his telescope outside at the time so I missed it. I am wondering if it ended up in the ocean after going through Rhode Island? Fireball I didn't see it as it pierced the night a fireball which travelled from Ontario to Rhode Island He came in all out of breath when I was told that the most amazing thing just happened to have the night turn to day in a fleeting moment to see a blinding light with a green tail sail over your house like it was an every day event before it disappeared a crackle, rumble could be heard without a doubt the moon on her daytime trek dimmed the night for this miraculous audition.

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The Moon Posted: 9/28/2009 11:11:44 AM
That was lovely Wasabi73 and thank you.

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 9/27/2009 7:16:51 PM
How did the cat survive the trip? Has it settled in beneath the mountains?

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The Age of Innocence Posted: 9/27/2009 11:48:17 AM
Birth of a Dream I guess I will never forget this day In the whole scheme of things Nothing else matters On this day in 1986 I gave birth to a dream She had big soulful eyes that looked straight through you Trivial things didn’t seem to matter to her As long as she was fed the child was ready To swallow the world and spread some love Today she would have been 23 And I can almost see the twinkle in her eyes Those gorgeous eyes that follow me I see them in every star in the night time sky In my heart they are laughing Because she defied the odds and lasted until she was 3 And then her candle was blown out Here on earth Her older sister says that her first daughter will be named Alyssa So she will never be forgotten How can I forget when I gave birth To a dream.

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The Moon Posted: 9/26/2009 10:33:08 PM
Mo it gets confusing when the moon rises in the morning sky before I get up. I'm hoping for a wonderful harvest moon rising over the corn fields on a windy night. I suppose Jesse you can only ask and see what happens? Wishes and dreams a puff of smoke up the chimney on a cold winter night. Forgive yourself and the rest will follow. Mr. Shankly "Goodnight Moon" I spent many a night with as each of my children hit that age and in fact remember taking the babies around waving at each picture on the wall and the Christmas Tree. I think it was a wonderful calming down book for the tiny ones. I didn't see it as it pierced the night a fireball which travelled from Ontario to Rhode Island He came in all out of breath when I was told that the most amazing thing just happened to have the night turn to day in a fleeting moment to see a blinding light with a green tail sail over your house like it was an every day event before it disappeared a crackle, rumble could be heard without a doubt the moon on her daytime trek dimmed the night for this miraculous audition.

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 9/25/2009 3:20:28 PM
I'm not going to ask you about your retention Or the moment will be lost And the last line too As fingers type methodically Versions of our wind chime madness The full circle has revolved As my twins turn 19 today Was it only yesterday? I gave birth to a dream They look back at our 70’s As I did the 60’s A magical unfolding of a new generation Full of ideals We were real but our era was not I gingerly tried to wipe out the war With smoke and candles Not guns and roses.

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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux) Posted: 9/25/2009 12:08:30 PM
it all seemed so easy to see back in the seventies the free form of expression the love and acceptance eyes just tiny mirrors hidden beneath the haze those crazy days we try to bring back perpendicular in a cloud of smoke thoughts rise from unfettered images it doesn’t take much to record the music over and over again in our head light the candles sweetie the pipe is in the corner in a carved wooden box open it carefully or the moment with be lost.

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I Wish I Was A Butterfly Posted: 9/25/2009 12:02:53 PM
Sweety that was lovely and straight from the heart. Welcome to the poetry forum!

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The Moon Posted: 9/25/2009 11:59:44 AM
Ah Ash I have missed you!!

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The Moon Posted: 9/24/2009 2:34:56 PM
I loved both of the above poems. Jesse why is Venus so cruel? Inicia if that doesn't inspire me to write nothing will. Thank you.

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The Age of Innocence Posted: 9/23/2009 2:33:52 PM
I understand what you are saying Fishion and I know teachers aren't allowed to touch the kids but how do you not give a child a hug?

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The Moon Posted: 9/22/2009 9:42:24 PM
It would be nice to hear it to music.

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The Moon Posted: 9/21/2009 8:09:42 PM
Fishion the sun always come out again - yup and Ben is that a song? I really enjoyed the rhythm. Thanks guys.

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The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon Posted: 9/20/2009 10:53:51 PM
Ok I'm not sure how om's butt got into this - I too wish Woobs a Happy Belated Birthday!!

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The Moon Posted: 9/19/2009 9:42:36 PM
Hey Trulio that's cool but where is the moon poem??

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Leaves, and other noises Posted: 9/19/2009 9:40:20 PM
"The little notes we pass through our eyes" Please don't drown them on the road - let them be. Hey this was worth that other guy taking over the last spot on the page.

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The Age of Innocence Posted: 9/19/2009 7:53:00 PM
Thank you Drea and it is so nice to see you feeling better and even popping in for a visit. Brizo only guys with lots of hot air can play those things. It's a whole language I have heard too - honestly we need to ask Always Dreaming but she is lost in love on the desert methinks.

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The Moon Posted: 9/19/2009 7:48:03 PM
There are some wonderful moon poems above not even sure where to start and maybe I should just say wow. Omie how about a silver dollar out my window - I don't have any tokens :( - we also have a skyway bridge not far from where I live definately not the same size as the one in Tampa though but still a place to sit by the water and moon gaze. Rebel do you ever ready poetry on the show? Jesse and Weare1, Fishion welcome.

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The Moon Posted: 9/18/2009 10:53:26 PM
Telescope reaching for the heavens No moon in the sky But what a miracle it is A treasure trove of hidden gems Discoveries not seen by the naked eye I am dazzled by the planets How far away they are but how close they seem From a tiny view finder in the backyard Of a neighbourhood polluted by streetlights And the cities aura hanging low in the atmosphere The night sky a circus of colour and form Names such as snowball, a round blue object or dumbbell, a purple haze Some alive some died thousands of light years away A comet that is forging a path through the patterns of stars The duck cluster - opening a pirate’s chest And witnessing the sky filled with gold and silver clusters Not even a diamond could show such depth What do we do on a Friday night in Canada?

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The Age of Innocence Posted: 9/18/2009 10:20:22 PM
Music so personal Fluctuating into so many dimensions On that spectrum or xylophone within our minds - stereo vibrations That echoes inside our heads The last sound as your fall asleep at night. A lute in an empty hall with high ceilings A didgeridoo in the hills calling as it tells a story The sound of wind in the trees approaching The gentle whispers of a brook as it crests the rocks The roar of the ocean during a storm The pounding rain on your heart The crystallization of ice falling from the sky The sound it makes as it hits random branches Window panes, your mind As if someone is walking on glass A horse galloping across a moor Falling asleep to the melody of a corn field The cool air tickling your nose As you hide under the covers Mesmerized by the whole feeling of sound Including the sound of silence.

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blasting from the past Posted: 9/15/2009 11:05:10 PM
My thoughts are sailing down to Florida the current is strong and the moon just a crescent in the sky but some how I will find my way I think you need someone to look after that garden rustle up some chicken soup and make sure that the swine flu doesn't hold you down too long Blessings are sent by wind or by ocean to a woman whose heart is so full of love for everyone be well soon and come visit by the pond where the flowers grow out of thoughts and friendships are strong.

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The Moon Posted: 9/15/2009 10:11:49 PM
Rosie, Fishy thank you for your poems each with different perspectives. Welcome Mo I loved the different take on the moon in the seaglass. Thanks all.

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