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 Brizo
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Jer, I liked this phrase....

the spank of life


pickles, I bought some purple ,black and white flannel jammies, supposed to be a large modern graphic leopard print...my daughter wondered why I would buy pj's with a cow print :/ *sigh* all these sex poems are starting to make me regret my unwilling celibacy....or is it just spring? or my "cow" pajamas?

Shudden, you're making me hungry for a good salad and baked potato...

om, do you need to use tools for that?
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void

Why did you have
to be seedless?
I rushed into it,
heedless
and realized you
were barren
no plants
no pets
no pictures
my fertile life
spilled into yours
and it lay gasping
stagnant
and starving
at your strictures

LS 01/19/09

first, last and Good Virtue, Brawny's
 Brizo
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Posted: 3/28/2009 6:53:22 PM
no dutch ovens...

Bella and I wrote this together, it started as a game but as it got better we sat down and finished it...she discovered rhyming last year and now reads, so we made lists of rhyming words. I tried to keep her thought process and just shape a bit, re-arranging and re-phrasing. It was a lot of fun, I like collaborating with her....
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The poem of things
Bella's song

Can I tell you for a minute
I love everybody in the world
and everything that's in it
the moon and the stars are up above
and everything down here is love
hate is a gate
that holds you behind it
your fate will be great
if you'll only unwind it
and we're doing our best
to find the beast
the sun is setting in the west
while the sun is rising in the east

Bella and grandma
previously posted in Age of Innocence
 Alyosha
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Posted: 3/29/2009 3:03:09 PM
Bless you and Bella. Please remind me how old she is.

I Will Follow You

I will follow you
to where the hidden springs
of your nature
rise with the chuckle
of an urgent underground stream.

I will marvel
at your expressed form
and delight along with you
at what is yet to be revealed.
 Brizo
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Posted: 3/29/2009 4:00:51 PM
Bella will be seven in June, she's in first grade....the children amaze me now, they're reading so much sooner than we did and they seem less naive, a bit more wordly. The bold lines are hers, and she picked the rhymes from a list we made together...


The poem of things
Bella's song

Can I tell you for a minute
I love everybody in the world
and everything that's in it
the moon and the stars are up above

and everything down here is love
hate is a gate

that holds you behind it
your fate will be great
if you'll only unwind it
and we're doing our best
to find the beast
the sun is setting in the west
while the sun is rising in the east


Bella and grandma

I did have to remind her the sun rose in the east and set in the west...she had the sun is rising in the west...:/

all in all, pretty good for her second poem, she wrote one a year or so ago. I don't know if her mother has it, I'll have to ask...
 pickles51
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Posted: 3/29/2009 7:23:35 PM
The cards were platicised
coated for longevity
with a polymer that had a half life
of almost four thousand years
the ones dealt by you
to me
bore only the remnants of your fingerprints
not quite wiped clean
although that too would come
Shuffled
mixed up in an unorderly pack
Queens and Kings
Jacks and Tens
no direction
till you dealt the Ace
and I trumped it....
how do you feel now?
 pickles51
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Posted: 3/29/2009 7:23:48 PM
The cards were platicised
coated for longevity
with a polymer that had a half life
of almost four thousand years
the ones dealt by you
to me
bore only the remnants of your fingerprints
not quite wiped clean
although that too would come
Shuffled
mixed up in an unorderly pack
Queens and Kings
Jacks and Tens
no direction
till you dealt the Ace
and I trumped it....
how do you feel now?
 Alyosha
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Posted: 4/4/2009 8:58:57 AM
Does singular beauty belong to the bearer of it alone
or is it for all of us to draw in our breaths
as it goes by? "The barge she sat on,”
wrote Shakespeare of Cleopatra, “like a burnished throne,
Burned on the water; the poop was beaten gold...”


To vary the old conundrum: If no one is there
to witness beauty, is it still beautiful?

So you who passed by on the avenue,
it was I who made you beautiful, who bowed
to your beauty, and therefore
it is I who should be allowed
to have you.
 woobytoodsday
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Posted: 4/4/2009 5:57:12 PM
As one who's changed more than my share of diapers, Jer, both as a mum and as nursing home aid, I've waited for long for golden poop. . . . { ; ) }

 Brizo
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Posted: 4/5/2009 9:40:44 AM
Pickles, anyone who loses you is truly a loser....

Shudden, may the Queen of Hearts always win...you know, I always identified with the Dunkin Donuts guy...."Time to make the donuts....I already made the donuts"

Jer, if a beautiful horse runs through a deserted meadow, it's form is still streamlined, it's functionality and grace is not diminished for lack of witness....we are and will always be in awe of beauty because it is universal truth. The universe, getting it exactly right....

If your last line were true, I would be entitled to every pastry and candy I encounter....ona serious note, beauty exists for it's own sake. We are all uplifted by it, think of the beauty of children. We don't "own" them, in a personal sense, but in a communal sense, we do...

Woobs, I wonder if someone had to follow old Cleo, and clean up after her....wasn't she Marc Antony's pet?
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his regard

he makes love
to my soul
through my skin
by the reverence
of his touch

beauty lingers
in the wake
of his regard
and germinates
to resonate
within

LS 02/14/09
Age of Innocence
 Alyosha
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Posted: 4/5/2009 11:42:24 AM
“The baby slept like he knew just what he was doing.”
Anne Enright, “Yesterday’s Weather”

....which is how we want to,
ought to, love: as if the knowledge of it
was bred in our bones, instinct
in our fingertips, gave breath
to our breathing


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"Me and My Shadow"
 pickles51
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Posted: 4/5/2009 6:34:54 PM

Pickles, anyone who loses you is truly a loser....


Brizo... thank you....the same caveat applies to you and those fools are regretting their haste..........

Never again to be part of me
never again to feel
that exquisite half pain
to feel embalmed by my body
as I made love to you
loss
and freedom
go hand in hand

C
 Alyosha
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Posted: 4/6/2009 4:27:26 AM
Wonderful poem but these lines in particular


oss
and freedom
go hand in hand


are such brave, hard-won wisdom.
 Brizo
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Posted: 4/7/2009 7:16:26 PM
*sigh* I miss this thread...
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goggles

and onto the sidewalks of the One of a Kind…
they stumble so weary, so bleary, half blind
they bellow in voices that carry outside
and pee anywhere there's a doorway to hide

bidding goodnight they depart the saloon
and lurch toward their homes where they'll sleep until noon
wearing beer goggles they won't sleep alone
but the hookups they form might turn them to stone

when they hit the snooze button and roll into that face
they'll cover it up with an old pillowcase
all steathy attempts to escape will be met
with renewed affection from their erstwhile pet

and so they depart from last evenings floozy
with stomach and legs that are feeling quite woozy
their pick-o-meter's left them flabbergasted
they wish that their fishing pole slumbered uncasted

and so my suessels an end to this fable
just leave your beer goggles at home on the table
and take your wing man or wing woman with you
before you wind up with thing one and thing two

12/09/2008
previously posted in the The Notplace and Erik the Vikings....
 Alyosha
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Posted: 4/8/2009 4:49:44 AM
"suessels"? As in followers of Dr. Suess? Or creatures he might have conjured up?
 Alyosha
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Posted: 4/8/2009 1:02:01 PM
for A.E.


You will find a writer one day,
and you will think
that she has saved your life
or given it back to you
as meaningful as it ever was,
like more money than you could ever spend,
the interest compounding all the time
or more women than you could ever love,
and each one has a sister
or a maiden aunt,

but then,
oh, then
you will notice that she,
this writer, has only written
so many books
and she’s already old,
and there is always reason to despair.
______
from "Me & My Shadow"
 Autumn Fantasy
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Posted: 4/10/2009 1:07:11 PM
Mother and Daughter

To measure success in an hour glass
Of proverbial Beatitudes
Is the drink of youth colliding with formality

To feel at peace inside this made up world
Of our fathers is
To reach out and stroke the mask of realism

All things must grow in order
Of the laws of nature
The caterpillar who has wings can fly

Darling the world is always revolving
On its own axis
And each of us finds our own pace

Youth is full of vim and vigour
I hope one day you will understand
It is not your place to nag
Nor yours to judge

We are so different my baby
And yet the same
I look into your eyes and see your father’s dreams

Not mine
I opened the Holy Grail
It taught me diversity not formality

I told you to grasp your dreams
And hold on tight
Be who you are and pay homage to your core

But please stop and examine life
Through your eyes and know
I will always accept you

As the mother who will bend down
And stroke the face of a homeless child
I will always be your heart.
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Posted: 4/10/2009 6:05:12 PM
Jer, Suessels are those who love Dr. Suess, and his silly, clever wordplay....

"there's a nureau in my bureau
I'm certain there's a jertain
in my curtain..."

he caused us to fall in love with words and meter and phrase.....he made reading the adventure it should be, and not the chore it had become...

Autumn, being young is so hard....so much ambition, so many "shoulds"....so little acceptance of life the way it comes, without trying to shape it and mold it to a model of "success"...I can't wait for the revolution of thought that will redefine success....

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scope

all I'm hoping for
is a way to cope
a dangling rope
to save me from catastrophe
I'm no wealthy wannabe
to spend my money whimsically
I'm just a working stiff
from the lower middle class
sliding into poverty
with splinters in my ass
but hey I'll be okay
just show me a way
all I'm hoping for
is a little hope

LS 03/22/09
first, last
 Brizo
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Posted: 4/10/2009 10:52:38 PM
cross fire

a smile
really doesn't belong
currently wailing
this sorrowful song
as the wealthy bail
in golden parachutes
abandoned troops
of investors on the ground
caught in friendly fire
and bloodied by
the razor wire

LS 3/08/09
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Posted: 4/13/2009 5:31:28 PM
thirst

you didn't spill a drop
as you became drunk
with the salt
of my tears
but you will remain
dehydrated
until you drink
from the cup
of my joy

LS 3/13/09
Great Virtue
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Posted: 4/15/2009 7:23:04 PM
tainted

out of bounds
out of reach
another's smell
another's heat
you mark me
with your eyes
and I feel painted
in the corner
of your lust
and tainted
by the sorrow
of the one
you hold
in trust

LS 03/03/09
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Posted: 4/15/2009 7:31:04 PM

tainted

out of bounds
out of reach
another's smell
another's heat
you mark me
with your eyes
and I feel painted
in the corner
of your lust
and tainted
by the sorrow
of the one
you hold
in trust



Whoa Nellie...that really touched a chord.......is it just me or do you get your fair share of unprincipled propositions too?????

I cannot do
what you ask
I cannot rip the heart
out of a stranger
and tho'
she would not know
the betrayal
would not be any less painful

Take your flattery
take your BMW
take your amoral
a$$hole
out of my life
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Posted: 4/16/2009 8:31:19 PM
there's a certain breed of man who refuses to age, who seeks his youth between parted thighs and conquests...the more unattainable the object (and make no mistake, you are an object) the keener the pursuit. They are so set on winning they never consider your refusal to be sincere, but some coy step in a "game"...
 Alyosha
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Posted: 4/17/2009 5:01:25 AM

there's a certain breed of man who refuses to age, who seeks his youth between parted thighs and conquests...the more unattainable the object (and make no mistake, you are an object) the keener the pursuit. They are so set on winning they never consider your refusal to be sincere, but some coy step in a "game"...


How true! How very sadly true. Reminds me of an aphorism I wrote:

What is the point in seducing anyone unless it is to fall in love with her or him–madly, sublimely, foolishly, till-death-do-us-partly in love? To “score” is nothing very much. It is to win at tiddly-winks when one could lose, gloriously, nobly at chess, or soccer.
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Posted: 4/17/2009 4:10:02 PM
But if the person isn't interested, and tried politely to convey this, not interested in love, or sex, or a score...what kind of man still pursues this?

What you're doing for the weekend and if you're seeing someone is not an appropriate subject, and too intrusive, especially while I'm ringing their purchases at work....

HE'S ENGAGED...last week he told me I'd think differently if he won the lotto. I don't even think he has the IQ to realize he insulted me with his implication that I'm for sale...
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Posted: 4/18/2009 6:50:14 AM
force field

I see silence in all sound
perfect stillness
surrounds
concentric waves
of willed protection
hurl your anger
as projection
watch it fall
dazed and stunned
to slide upon
the icy thickness
of my wall

LS 1/30/09

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