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bringing it home from first, last and Age of Innocence.....

coyote 1/15/07

for just being you
all browns and golds
meeting my gaze
rare here
but returning

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Posted: 3/14/2007 8:26:12 PM
bringing it home from penpal's and Age of Innocence.......

those lucious petals 2/18/07

plant porno
has arrived
with reverence
I glide
retinas of color
the lightless
slug inside
I dare to dream
flowerbeds of order (har!)
bushes fill a border
my rings of marker
greedily assertive
my lists divertive
my true task
shoveling snow
slips further down
the list below

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Posted: 3/15/2007 9:10:50 AM
Erik, have you ever read the poem about the bumblebee wearing pollen pantaloons? I always thought that was a great poem, and a great line.....


Homesick, homesick
homes not native
melancholy malaise
long to drive Seabeck Highway
and Hanahan Road
coastlines East and West
Atlantic House brunch
Pacific House dinner

ache to see sunrise
over delta marsh
the surprise
of Brothers Mountain
at continent's edge
to see horses
run the curving coasts
of Washington
watch lowcountry alligators
startle herons

crave the overgrown beauty
of Hoh rainforest
and Magnolia
similarly different
filtered green canopy
sponge earth smell
mushrooms, ferns and moist things

my tinkers heart
resides with farmer feet of clay
always feeling fired in.....
a piece of broken, overlooked ceramic
clinking against the edges
Knowing if I traipse again
I pine away
for hearts of kin
and plot of earth
in the land of bland strangers

LS 1/04/07
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Posted: 3/15/2007 9:34:20 AM

soul's raindrops
nurturing growth
from roots
of pain
and knowledge
into flowers
of love
and compassion

LS 1/17/07
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Posted: 3/15/2007 9:52:05 PM
made me doubt myself

made me doubt myself
made me doubt myself
and what will I do
without myself?

your cutting words
made me stop in my tracks
I was having fun
now I reel from your axe

I avoid certain people
our styles don't mix
they think I'm a sheeple
while they run in cliques

I try to be honest
without looking for pity
guess I'm not an artist
'cause my outlooks not shitty

made me doubt myself
made me doubt myself
and what will I do
without myself?

let me put it bluntly
not to be so outre
you may think that you know me
I like it that way

done things for a living
that'd make your brows rise
I do lot's of kidding
that's what you despise

I've spent time on barstools
I've spent time on streets
now I spend time in preschool
and being discreet

made me doubt myself
made me doubt myself
and what will I do
without myself?

I told you a little
most I've forgot
I'm really not able
to tell you a lot

they won't put me under
because I'm not ready
they don't want to blunder
until I am steady

and I guess I'm not ready
'cause I've forgotten about it
I live my life happy
and try not to doubt it

made me doubt myself
made me doubt myself
and what will I do
without myself?

the sins of the fathers
have been handed on down
worshipped at the wrong alters
and at the wrong nightgown

because I still love them
in spite of the history
I've learned to forgive them
it's really no mystery

they've been sinned against
and suffered some damage
and this is a chance
to get rid of our baggage

made me doubt myself
made me doubt myself
and what will I do
without myself?

I don't own my whole life
others own it as well
and if I create strife
I could make their life hell

I've lived longer now
than my past looms behind me
how long to allow
those feelings to haunt me?

made me doubt myself
made me doubt myself
and what will I do
without myself?

so if I seem too cheerful
well I guess that I am
I'll leave a shrink with my earful
and my thread with my spam

and I can have lust
and find my release
as long as I trust
and feel I'm at peace

made me love myself
made me love myself
going to pull my baby
above myself...

LS 3/14/07
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Posted: 3/16/2007 9:50:45 AM
very famous, but I can't remember his name.....I know I've read it somewhere, just not sure if it was on here or when I was looking for Ezra Pound and William Carlos Williams.....a very pleasant search.......

1991 12/10/07

There was a time
when I was smiling
and sore
and ridiculously happy
just making

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Posted: 3/16/2007 10:05:40 PM
The real deal 12/12/07

but this time with someone real
perhaps the magic just may last
Sometimes I don't know how to deal
with smoking wreckage from the past

I want to trust in future plans
when faith exists it's easy
but failures mentioned by my clan
make me feel rather queasy

but I step forward anyway
I have to trust and live with heart
not for me the pinched and gray
with wonder I will make my start

who loves me best will let me be
the spirit I have always been
and give me freedom to be me
a game of love we both can win

So I can read, and post and spend
a lot of time with those I love
and satisfaction won't depend
on timely dinners with my stove

I hope he'll love me anyway
when blurry I look up from book
and see the day I let go by
and food that I forgot to cook

I'll write a poem just for him
and light some candles by the bed
the sweetness in that darkened room
will have to feed instead

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Posted: 3/17/2007 8:40:33 AM
hindsight 12/13/07

Shall we go on dear?
I don't think so
I knew you oh
so long ago

my heart has healed
it left a scar
you played the field
up at the bar

you asked my friends
to talk to me
What you intend....
just let it be

it ended
fifteen years ago
I'm mended
so let's let it go

you say to call
give them your phone
you have some gall
leave me alone

Joined: 12/13/2006
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Posted: 3/17/2007 1:20:50 PM
I could not find the bumblebee
I could not find the poem
But here is something loverly
I hope it takes you home. . .
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Posted: 3/17/2007 2:24:42 PM
a certain slant of light
weight of air on bone
tells you are home
even if you have never been there
before, or ever again

gladness of eye
body's ease
heart's home

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Posted: 3/17/2007 3:49:30 PM
I just *knew* that line came too easy, lol!

"A certain slant of light" belongs to Ms. Emily Dickinson. . . .

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Posted: 3/17/2007 9:14:59 PM
wooby, I often wonder when things come easy whether I unwittingly plagiarized....that poem I wrote for you just blam, into my head.....usually I have to work on it,, not that word and then looking up synonyms (wondering whether I'm beginning senility because I can't command my own memory anymore)

I loved my land so much upon sight when I bought it I wanted to roll on it like a dog......much later I found out my paternal grandmother graduated in a little town less than 5 miles from here, and I wondered whether the instant familiarity was instinctual......... I have less wanderlust here than I have ever had, but it comes every spring......

The poem about the bumblebee says something about trumpeting daffodils too....

Brolga, that is heady praise coming from you......I can't begin to tell you how much I admire your writing....I think the reason I expect Milton to be more sexual is his name is so similar to the woman who wrote "Little Birds" and "Delta of Venus"....

On pain

sometimes the hurting can stop
visit the land
of the past
dive to the bottom
of the sea of pain
without drowning
bring up the oyster
and find the pearl
formed by the hardship
of constant irritation

life is a double edged sword
perfect bliss
never produces genius....

LS 1/20/07
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Posted: 3/17/2007 9:38:10 PM
kiss inside my mouth
breathy feathers

kiss inside my wrists
longing service

kiss inside my elbows
infant bent

kiss inside my knees
lover buckled

kiss inside my groin
sex tensed

kiss inside my womb
woman hearted

LS 1/27/07
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Posted: 3/18/2007 5:07:19 PM
SkylookIf I were the prosecuting attorney in the case, I would ask the first obvious question: If the hiker felt threatened by the dogs, why didn't he shoot them instead of the hobo? And why would a dead man care if his head was cradled?

I'm glad you're back to writing again Sky, I checked out your thread yesterday........been kind of busy working, but I try to keep up .....

Cool Brolga, I'll be waiting...between you and Erik and Blackie, I get to read so much great fiction.....


frame of time
that is my teacher
And put me away
Here and now
hatch into the next
watch helpless
beloved earth
whored out
mother, sister
don't you know
she was always
a courtesan
and should have been
carefully kept?

LS 1/18/07
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Posted: 3/18/2007 7:44:43 PM
posted in Rory's thread.....


everything exists
and yet
the bugs and the clouds
are unaware of your problems
(though dogs and trees
may know)

day and night
ebb and flow
the binary world
spins janus faced
while ducks intersect chaos
with orderly lines
and fungi mushroom
coral (ever the individualist)
grows its own
quirky way

ask the rabbit
about suffering
and cats
about discretion......
the praying mantises
form bayonet brigades!
listen to the cricket symphony
with peep frog accompaniment
and ask yourself
who is the director?

LS 3/18/07
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Posted: 3/19/2007 8:22:19 PM
another one from first last, Bobby's rhymes and the "pines" in Roryland.....


that night a thousand years ago
above the far flung cosmos glow
echoed by tiny lightning bugs
as above, so below

think of trees with branches spread
then narrow down with trunk that's fed
by roots that burrow underground
whose food is leaves that fell off dead

some find their god within four walls
but there I've never heard his calls
give me the trees, and bugs and sky
I hear his footsteps down those halls

LS 1/13/07
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Posted: 3/20/2007 1:52:40 PM
posted already in Alyoshas thread, I whittled it down till it lost its meaning.....putting "I" there seems very egotistical and self absorbed, however, without it, it loses "I" redid it.......and reposted in Om's

I am mercury
if you inflict pressure
I scatter

I am primary
inexorably gathering
when you turn away

I am amorphous
I resist adherence
to any but myself

I cohere
with my core bonded
my integrity is restored

I am elemental
I elude comprehension

I can be none other
but left intact
not squeezed

I can react
with your impetus
and show your temperature

LS 1/28/07
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Posted: 3/21/2007 11:57:56 AM
after my run in with unemployment this morning, a little social dissension seems even more timely. How is it that if you were overpaid, they decrease your benefits, but if their website was down or they screwed up in some way you are out your benefits, and there is no going backward? Today I just went back two weeks,(which they previously claimed was impossible) but it was to their benefit that I did so.....argh! If I were a lawyer, I would file a class action suit on their a*s*s........

Uncle 1/13/07

shall be joined in unity, ever freed
that's suposed to be our creed
but freedom died an ugly death
when industry began to breed

Now medicine's about the dollar
health care's wearing insurance's collar
you pay more to bank than you earn to save
they squeeze us till we want to holler

forgive me for my politics
I'm white trailer trash from the sticks
but mine is one of many rants
about those white collar pricks

who run our business, state and nation
and give us such a stingy ration
of revenue from taxes paid
while they buy more ammunition

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Posted: 3/21/2007 12:08:14 PM

your granddaughter
your message
the one
that made
me smile
you addressing
the machine
as me

forty-one messages
she said
while I ran
toward the
to avert

I tried
to hide
my intent
but she knew

and I could not
spare her
the sorrow
than I could

you would
the pain

LS 1/31/07
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Posted: 3/21/2007 12:32:29 PM
Thanks, Sky......I certainly have the chronological maturity.......not sure it carries over into mental maturity......

I was thinking about that court case. I think the hobo was still alive awhile. Otherwise the perp wouldn't have put his head on a backpack. You don't tend dead people, except to clean and bury them. Perhaps he was trying to raise him up so he could breathe....and why was it necessary to shoot this unarmed man three times? Something's fishy here.....


Alphabet Spring

Saw a possum with heart shaped face
Purveying the field, a red wing blackbird
Robin sighting, first of the year
Images imbue imagination
Now the narcissus is next
Giddy germination and gestation

LS 3/14/07
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Posted: 3/21/2007 12:56:19 PM
Another b!tchy political proesy, and there's more where that came much fodder, so little time....posted in portraits of GWB and PenPal's thread......

In America

In America
land of miniature presidents
firemen and astronauts
not one child is left behind
the urge to be heroic
is instilled in each
dream big dreams
the teachers and principals
and guidance counselors
intone enthusiastically
Does anyone ask
whether their big dream
was deskbound?

What happens to the soul
when they learn there
is only one president
groomed from Mayflower aristocracy
and a handful of astronauts
and the only dream left
for the peasants
is to become a fireman?

Prozac numbs the
overwhelming sense of failure
and the desperation
of unfulfilled potential
in our youth
as they realize
it's not possible
for everyone to be a star

Because we never teach
there is honor and worthiness
in nurses aides, and teachers
and garbage collectors
that their parents
are the unsung heroes
who are sorely needed
but never recognized
while drug addled athletes
become heroes
and wealthy drop outs
become presidents

LS 2/01/07
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Posted: 3/21/2007 2:50:59 PM
Prozac numbs the
overwhelming sense of failure....awesome writes Brizo
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Posted: 3/21/2007 7:39:36 PM
Thank you gandalf..........I like your thread too, I check it quite a've left a lot in there the past few days, is spring making you more prolific, or is it stuff you've already written?

I wrote this for the Viking:

Erik 12/15/07

a tender hug
who gets the
risque crust
the soft middle
slathered with

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