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 Brizo
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bringing it home from "The pines" and gandalf's thread.......maybe even Jer's portraits of Bush......

The underclass

little people everywhere
from many nations
and continents

just mind reaching
internet mind
leaving thoughts
in cyber time

we are regarded
as insects crushed
beneath the bootheel
of power

yet we outnumber
outlast
outlove
outlive

indestructible as roaches
surviving annihilation
we scurry off
with the crumbs

"and the meek shall inherit the earth"

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 Brizo
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Posted: 3/22/2007 10:58:19 AM
certainly, Jer....now, hopefully I have found someone who will just let me be......his first gift was a poem of mine superimposed on a photograph he had taken, it was one of the best gifts I have ever received.....my best self reflected back at me......

And if I irritated you with the poem I left in your thread, I apologize.....I am not saying it's wrong to go forward enthusiastically into love, because it's not.........but every relationship is it's own epic.....you know that Bob Seger song "Roll Me Away" standing at the great divide, I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide.......I love that feeling......

Skylook, not to stir the waters, but did you see the disgusting story about the little boy who was raped to death and smothered by not one, but two pedophiles, while the wife and mother watched? They are asking for the death penalty.......oh, and then a friend help bury the body. Four people involved in that disgusting act of depravation and cruelty.....but we go chasing after potheads and car theifs.....

here is one about Ed, at the very beginning of our relationship......

Check Mate

Remember how you acted that day
when you leaned into me and made me sway
there I was with my tilted face
I forfeited, to my disgrace
I opened my eyes to see you there
smiling and all too aware
my libido had danced to your fiddlers tune
now that you had seen me swoon
my face turned red to my chagrin
but I rather wanted you to win...

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 woobytoodsday
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Posted: 3/22/2007 5:06:18 PM
Brizo, there are times when I wish I believed in Hell. . . .


 Brizo
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Posted: 3/22/2007 8:26:36 PM
I'm sorry, I wasn't clear enough on that story. His own parents did not molest him. He was a little boy who was at his grandmother's house, and the pedophile neighbors got ahold of him..........a man and his wife, and their son who is slightly mentally retarded....the man and the son took turns raping the little boy, while the mother watched and masturbated.....the little boy complained they were hurting him and he couldn't breathe, and ended up suffocating. He was six years old.

I can't imagine what it feels like to be his parents, aware that their son suffered before he died, that he was terrified and used and tossed away like garbage.....or his grandma, who has to be suffering enormous guilt.

I hope they do get the death penalty, and not even the woman gets off ........
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disgruntled

now left only with manifestation
I sit and ponder my inclination
try to give it consideration
wish I'd practiced delayed gratification

I want to feel the satisfaction
of finding internal dedication
I'm quickly nearing my expiration
wish I had some intuition

look inside for inspiration
try to bypass inhibition
If ever I find illumination
I'll celebrate with jubilation

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 Brizo
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Posted: 3/23/2007 12:47:10 PM
thanks Jer....you're right about love, what worries me about love is in the beginning I am not seen for who I really am, then later there is backlash. No one ever sees my steel core, then get angry when they crash up against it.....sweet all forgiving earth mother I'm not......
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lack of work

grey rain falls
anxiously pursuing
the elusive green of money
for the key
to continuity
incredibly;
threatened by short sightedness
and ignorance
decisions made
without comprehension
of individual consequences
the pulse of humanity
advertising and marketing
study so assiduously
biased by exclusivity
seeing only their rarified reflection
some of us live on the cliff
admiring the lovely view
and others
hang off it
by their fingers

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 woobytoodsday
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Posted: 3/23/2007 1:45:18 PM
Brizo, I stole something from you. I've listed skip tracer as my profession. . . . If you want it back, let me know.

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 Brizo
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Posted: 3/23/2007 4:00:51 PM
It was one of my favorite jobs.....I did so well the boss' main competitor (and mentor)called to ****, not knowing he was ****ing about me to me....seems there had been a no compete contract signed which I knew nothing about.....I had just stolen a $30,ooo and $50,000 bail out from under him.....

Usually if you're a skip tracer you're also a bondsman, it goes hand in hand....though I never did any bounty hunting. I would do bail bonding again, but there isn't much of a market for it here in Northwest Ohio. Boy, do you meet some characters...
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Here's that poem I wrote for you....


J
love has found you again
lucent friend
and so it should be
you who loved
so fearlessly
and stared death's tiger
in the eye
and stood on the shore
of the river of grief

I delight in your delight
that someone,
after death's long night
gazed at your radiant inner light
that shines so lovely through your bones
and calls your friends and lovers home
and wisely sought the candle
for his own

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 woobytoodsday
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Posted: 3/23/2007 6:00:48 PM
Love that poem! Really madly deeply do. And not just cause it was for me.

I kind of thought putting skip tracing might give the players early warning that I'm really an excellent googler, and it's something I *Love* to do. Found both an ex-husband and an old, lost, friend the first week I was online, lol!
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Posted: 3/23/2007 7:08:25 PM
You're coming to my state Ravin? Whereabouts? Did you know that Om might also be coming for a twins festival? If you are anywhere at all near, you are certainly welcome to stay! Warning though, I live in a trailer. I think it's a pretty nice one, but my opinion is subjective......

If you are in Southern Ohio, you might want to take a day and check out the caves.......they're kind of cool......
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Home Port
and offer it that love might thrive
undamaged heart
free of bitternness
defeat
regret
unweighted
floats
featherlite
to you
it's twin
docks
homeported

LS 1/17/07

boy, this is wishful thinking.....
 woobytoodsday
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Posted: 3/23/2007 7:57:34 PM
Heh! She camps! I just might follow her: it wouldn't be fair for her to meet you, and not me!

Om's a twin?

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Posted: 3/24/2007 9:06:49 PM
Ravin, I live on my own land....it's slightly under 3 acres, like 2& 3/4......... When I mow it seems more like five.....takes me between four and five hours to mow it completely.....the road turns to stone right after my place, and runs two or three miles into a tiny town. They don't pave it because there's a cemetary on the turn that's very remote and private, and old....and the kids keep going out there and vandalizing......and throwing beer cans in my yard on the way back out.......

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Flush

I mean lift
hair
gently
run
your mouth
just
there...

fold
me
in your
warmth
tether
me
with thighs

let
me
feel
your need
feel
your body
rise

turn
me
in your
arms
take
me
by surprise

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 Brizo
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Posted: 3/25/2007 6:02:24 PM
I'm going to try and get the winter and spring themed writes out of the way, while they are still somewhat current.....
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February 2/03/07

furious howling
blusters
no sledding
young ones
wind scoured yard
drifted drive
February shivers
freeze dried
April's promise
blown aside
with arctic
swagger

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Posted: 3/25/2007 6:12:08 PM
winter tight

This backwards soujourn
through a life less ordinary
in my hermitage I write
thoughts scuttling
roaches in the light
heart of darkness
shaped by plight
tuckered down and eeking out
the widows mite
craving heat and light
waiting for spring
to spring into flight

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 Brizo
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Posted: 3/25/2007 6:17:13 PM
Fairy Field

yesterday morning
I saw the stalks,bushes,
and tree branches
frosted and backlit by the sun
a tranquil fairy world
and the fields and ditches
covered over with fresh whiteness
there was uniformity
and velvety smoothness
and though I'm ready for spring
I had to admire the beauty

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Posted: 3/25/2007 6:45:11 PM
Out like a lion

Lazy stay a while till the raindance' stomping stamp
got to finish stuff inside and deal with March's damp
deceptively it looks real warm but it's still cold outside
when I feed the pets or get the mail wind makes me wanna hide

This winter has been long and tough and endless too I'm thinking
and I can hardly wait for spring but I hear hailstones plinking
I'll turn the kettle on for tea and go and get my slippers
and dream of carribean seas and snorkeling with flippers

3/20/07
 woobytoodsday
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Posted: 3/25/2007 6:46:57 PM
Brizo ~~ Flush is especially lovely.


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Posted: 3/25/2007 7:20:19 PM
Thank you wooby......I miss those days when a man surprises me with his wants......but I know it will happen again, eventually.........

here's that poem I put in your thread...oops, all the alphabet acrostics are also posted in Salty's thread, I love to play in there....

March

M any gusts of wind and occasional sleet and rain
A ny sunny day is a cause for celebration
R elease winter's dark chill and hope again
C clorophyll begins phyto regeneration
H edgehogs will rise from winter's hibernation

and one on winter.........

Scourge 3/03/07

W ind becomes a cruel scourge
I ce encases everything
N egating other seasons
T ea warms and soothes....
E nglish Breakfast therapy
R apture in a cup

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Posted: 3/25/2007 7:28:44 PM
Spring in terse 3/3/07

S oftening ice breaks in chunks
P reparing the earth for change
R plenishment for bulbs and grasses
I nfusium of warmth and light
N udges crocus, tulip and forsythia
G lorious awakening of the earth

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Gay spring

Its really quite sunny today
almost 50 degrees so hey
I think spring is coming
mother nature is humming
a tune infectiously gay

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Posted: 3/25/2007 7:45:24 PM
another place I like to play is Eyes Guy's limericks thread.....

the great snow of '07

Things are looking up over here
the food can I finally cleared
so my dogs they can eat
and I'll throw in a treat
for surviving the snow of the year

I have drifts that are several feet high
I sink into way over my thigh
now I have to shovel
my countrified hovel
so I can give Bryan a try

I was glad to see my cats
I didn't know where they was ats
I saw one last night
but the yard was a fright
and I'm crazy 'bout my feline brats

my neighbor just plowed out my drive
and came over to see I'm alive
he wouldn't take pay
as he cleared me a way
my faith in mankind is revived

he was unusually kind
without him I'd be in a bind
I'm glad he and his wife
have come into my life
cause they are one hell of a find

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and then, there was my mailbox.....

my mailbox

I'd like to give hell to the county
for breaking my mailbox mounty
my Dark Tower installment
I am under enthrallment
thanks to Stephen King's mental bounty

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they knocked it down plowing right after I'd ordered book six of The Dark Tower series, and a movie was coming in from Netflix.......

okay, one more, then I'll leave you alone......

drunken snow

To write more stupid poems for the forum
is entertainment for this whorum
sometimes I am witty
but usually shitty
and generally lose my decorum

It would help if I weren't half sauced
tonight when ideas are tossed
but I'm just too tempted
by snow I'm exempted
and down my long driveway I'm lost

so it's me and thee and some whiskey
and crappy verse 'cause I'm feeling frisky
so come on out and play
without any delay
before I start getting pissy

cause tomorrow is valentines day
I really don't care anyway
but my dogs still need fed
fore I stagger to bed
and read to keep lonely at bay

LS 2/14/07

 woobytoodsday
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Posted: 3/25/2007 8:17:13 PM
". . . with his wants. . . " Oh, yes, I remember. . . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I remember
being fourteen, perhaps,
at a church dance

Tall gawky boy
I hardly knew him
and don't remember
his name

And feeling this odd
lump against my belly
and hurting for him
for then, and there,
there was nothing I
could do

Except pretend I
didn't notice


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Posted: 3/25/2007 8:32:33 PM
awww, it was very sweet of you to pretend not to notice......probably the best thing you could have done. Can you imagine what it must be like not to be able to hide your lust like women can, and have to wear it on the outside like men? How profoundly this must change their vantage point........


The story of Spring

The old story of rebirth, most religions would have you believe
that it's exclusive, but it's been a legend
before mankind even recorded what happened
when history was passed down by storytellers
those hard drinking, jovial, imaginitive fellers
and old wise women who knew how to heal
and natures secrets to reveal
but that was when we honored our old
and listened to the stories they told
the story of Jesus is the story of spring
awakening from winter's harsh reckoning
thought to be dead but the roots alive
just waiting for the sun to revive
the death of our bodies is life's long winter
but we are recreated forever after

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posted in first, last.......
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Posted: 3/25/2007 9:00:56 PM
Everyone, Cyn (the former Cynderalla) is in the hospital for testing. She has posted the details in her thread. Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers........she will need our support in the coming weeks......
 nowrnever
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Posted: 3/25/2007 10:28:28 PM
Polly, re: vantage point

How perceptive of you to consider. I appreciate one's ability to understand from another perspective.

Indeed, as a young man many years ago, intelligent, handsome, athletic, passionate, artistic, musical, talented, and very, very eager... but woefully inept in the art of '70's courtship protocol, the sometimes blatantly apparent physical evidence of my desire was the only common communication between my uneducated, inexperienced beauty and I.

I am sensitive to Cyn and her difficulties, and will remember her.
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Posted: 3/25/2007 11:50:53 PM
^^^^^^thanks for stopping by nowrnever.....I used to live in your area, in Silverdale, Bremerton and Poulsbo.....well, across Puget Sound from you.....I really miss it there, miss the pine smell and the different outlook.....I wrote a poem about it, some pages back.....

my exhusband told me how he always got a boner in calculus.....his teacher was a stern, stout middle aged woman, and he had no clue where the stimulus was coming from, just that it happened and he was embarrassed about it.....

I wrote this for a horse I saw in Washington State, on a curve on Seabeck Highway. It had a high curved neck but was two toned, black and white. I happened to be driving by when they let it out of the trailer, and it streaked across the turf and across my heart.....it was just so damn beautiful.....every day after that I honked if it were near the fence.....

Leggy Love 1985?

I watch you every day
you give your head a saucy toss
you preen and strut
it makes me long to
climb on your back
and ride you
in dancing, prancing circles
with the dew on the grass
and the joy of the moment

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Posted: 3/26/2007 6:27:45 PM
wow, I have visitors! Just goes to show a watched pot never boils. Been out job hunting today, wish me luck....took my girls to the vet. Ever tried driving with a 76 lb. dogs' head on your lap? Every time she moved she shifted me into neutral......

Naive, thank you for stopping by my thread and leaving a gift! I love your stuff .....I have a cool word for you, too: noesis.......I've been wanting to use it........is it just a poem, are you okay?

Jer, as always, nice to see you....I might try watching Junebug tonight, it came in.....

Sky, I'm so flattered..........you know, I really like playing around limericks and first, last and alphabet with you....my daffodils are up, and at least one hyacinth......if I weren't underemployed, I was seriously tempted by some bamboo today....
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Moss 1/22/07

If I could be a color
I would be the beautiful
golden green of moss
soft to lay your head upon
a compass when you have lost your way
an absorber
I would wink at you
from charcoal trunks
in murky forests
the deep notes
a contrast
to dappled ferns
and leaf greens
golden leaves
my neutral
on the woodland floor

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