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 brawnydog
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no thanks..
I'd never poet a woman on the first date.
I always get tested first and wait
and I figure if they wanna read me they'll find me
talk about givin to the needy
go post with rory or black mary
this wasn't my thread.. was it?
sorry darlin
 Brizo
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Posted: 7/8/2009 8:54:50 PM
hmm, I saw the harlot as being the mother of the infant...it just seemed Blake was saying "and worst of all..."

then again, many children weren't allowed to be children in that era. They cleaned chimneys, they worked in factories and mines...before child labor laws.

Brawny, lol...I don't poet either. I'd have to nudge them awake. The only thing that would form a worse stereotype would be to talk about my cats...as it is they probably don't think I shave my legs...

and that's okay. They talk about NASCAR and I figure they probably don't shave their backs...

I don't post with Blackie very often, to be really honest my stuff can't stand beside his...Rory I will if he's being silly, but if he's serious he blows me out of the water...

for those guys I need to bring my A game, and that doesn't happen so often...
 Alyosha
Joined: 10/29/2007
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Posted: 7/10/2009 7:35:04 AM
“In Blackwater Woods”
by Mary Oliver

Look, the trees
are turning
their own bodies
into pillars
of light,
are giving off the rich
fragrance of cinnamon
and fulfillment,
the long tapers
of cattails
are bursting and floating away over
the blue shoulders
of the ponds,
and every pond,
no matter what its
name is, is
nameless now.
Every year
everything
I have ever learned
in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires
and the black river of loss
whose other side
is salvation,
whose meaning
none of us will ever know.
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go
 Brizo
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Posted: 7/11/2009 12:28:53 PM
We learn to let what is mortal go...but by the time we're old, we're a mass of scar tissue from the pieces of ourselves that went with it...

listen

hope must live on
the tiniest whisper
a quiet inner voice
still your mind
and find yourself
live true
to your own choice

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 Brizo
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Posted: 7/11/2009 5:45:55 PM
Tammy, welcome (back) to the thread...if you're talking about me, thank you!
 Brizo
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Posted: 7/13/2009 5:54:15 PM
because you can exist without vitality?

black hole

then into the nothingness
we appear
soul full of memories
loneliness is vast
perhaps an eternity
have you stored
enough love
to fill that void?

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Lord of the Penguins
 Alyosha
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Posted: 7/15/2009 1:43:32 PM

lord of the peregrines, who wander about, as free labourers, without much identity,

much like the free labourer in this city, who chances, upon a caress, or simple work,

where would that all lead, since it is fiery hot, drifts, too slight, that stuff that affects feet, called,

more of them are affected by it

that makes it

but a warm injection though

my thumb is too big to stick into my nostril

and even if

I have to wash

this would be pleasant due to the fragments of old paint and cedar

that have touched me unto this day of deliberation

of renovations and curbing

the body is a tent which shelters the soul


Not all of this is comprehensible to me but all of it speaks of a man having a deep, free conversation with existence.
 Alyosha
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Posted: 7/17/2009 7:20:28 AM
The me that is in the world
is not the me that is inside me,
though they often travel together.

The one that is in the world
turns this way and that, eager to be seen,
but not all at once, and not for long.

The self that is inside
bobs along as if soul
were another kind of amniotic fluid.

It is biding its time
to be born, although time,
inside, washes back and forth.

__________

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 Brizo
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Posted: 7/17/2009 8:20:01 PM
thanks for stopping in guys...

Trulio, I'm glad your thumb won't fit in your nose....

Jer, my inner self is the impatient one...not sure about my outer self, you'd have to ask other people...they see it more often...

pelt

I loved you
but you came
smoke wreathed
reeking of animal flesh

in the mirror
of my non perfection
I listed my faults
like a litany

reminded myself
the hardened lava
of your cold sarcasm
carried a hot core

still
the smell rose
to the flood marker
and memories spilled

a capricorn misogynist
whose pores oozed lard
and disdain for vegetables

you were not him
but my nose
and my instinct
would not let go of it

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Pummeling, Great Virtue
 Kennethsc
Joined: 6/5/2009
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Posted: 7/17/2009 9:21:44 PM
Your prose shows signs of both depth and lightheartedness! Well done!

How about this one:

A Definition
It looks like a tunnel
Long and dark and deep
Close! A shiver goes down
Like a feeling of perpetual dread
The walls, wet, smell of the close earth
Eyes wide, hands groping
Stumbling forward
Ears straining, hoping for sweetness
Senses alive, pleading for joy
Screaming for brightness
The knees bend with weariness
The body prostrates
The fingers claw forward
Desperate to move from this place
This place of pain
This place of despair
This place of anger
This place, this tunnel
Is loneliness defined!
Kenneth Schustereit
Copyright ©2009 Kenneth Schustereit


and this one:

Silence
How deep is the silence, so quiet and still,
profound in the darkness out my window sill!
Loneliness creeps into every crevasse
and tears at the heart,it's point to harass!
The silence, it spreads like a menace throughout,
chills rattle the spine
within and without!
Quick, shut the eyes
as the walls, they close in.
Jot down a few lines with paper and pen.
Be busy, be busy don't think of the loss,
carry on, go forward, go quickly across!
How bad, how bad, can loneliness be?
Oh silence, once golden, now terrifies me!
Kenneth Don Schustereit
Copyright ©2009 Kenneth Don Schustereit

Both are rather dark but express absolute pristine pain, don't you think? I always liked rhyme and meter myself but "The Definition" just kind of came to me and it flowed pretty well so I wrote it down. The rest of my stuff is on poetry.com
 Autumn Fantasy
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Posted: 7/17/2009 9:46:18 PM
So much to think about

I have spent the week researching
Knocking on doors
Plotting an imaginary course down long halls
Wondering if I have the stamina
To return to school
And follow a dream I had years ago

When was the last time I wrote an essay, an exam?
Studying long into the night in preparation
Those old dreams reveal themselves to me
In a nightmare of frustration
Unprepared feeling lost, past issues
Usually being told my essay sounded like poetry
Thesis, plot, hitting the point, conclusion
I’m comfortable with poetry
Can I bring it to life?

And stitch new age thoughts into prose
It’s not tied up yet – a few loose threads
But the clock is chanting - go for it
Open your mind and receive the fruits of lost labour.
 Brizo
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Posted: 7/17/2009 10:02:22 PM
thank you for the compliment Kenneth, welcome to the thread and thanks for leaving those poems, which are really good...

Autumn, you'll be okay. You're very smart...you kicked my as*s at Scrabble... Remember, the greatest strides in your life were made when you risked. It's all right to be scared, just keep on going forward.
 Alyosha
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Posted: 7/18/2009 9:35:52 AM

Jer, my inner self is the impatient one...not sure about my outer self, you'd have to ask other people...they see it more often...


Well, this following one surely came from the you that is inside the you that is inside you!


pelt

I loved you
but you came
smoke wreathed
reeking of animal flesh

in the mirror
of my non perfection
I listed my faults
like a litany

reminded myself
the hardened lava
of your cold sarcasm
carried a hot core

still
the smell rose
to the flood marker
and memories spilled

a capricorn misogynist
whose pores oozed lard
and disdain for vegetables

you were not him
but my nose
and my instinct
would not let go of it


"Capricorn misogynist" stands out among so much that stands out!
 Brizo
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Posted: 7/18/2009 10:14:02 AM
that is a reference to my step-father, who absolutely HATED women...apparently he'd been mistreated by his sisters and rather than forgiving and moving forward, he internalized and generalized his dislike...if you can imagine living in the same household as someone who saw you as people who hate cats see cats, duplicitous, untrustworthy, evil and worthless...

this man was nothing like my stepfather, he loved women, especially physically. But he shared the same tendency to harbor resentment at rather small slights, and unfortunately he shared the same uber carnivore body smell...the subconscious is a strange thing, is it not?
 Alyosha
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Posted: 7/19/2009 6:48:55 AM
Would you maybe, please, clarify your previous post where you seem to be referring to two step-fathers, very different from each other?
 Brizo
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Posted: 7/19/2009 9:51:14 AM
there aren't two step fathers, after that prick my mother met a wonderful man who was with her 'til the day she died. (eighteen years)

Since she died of brain cancer, it was not easy for him. I have nothing but respect and admiration for this man, he has earned every bit of new happiness he has found...


a capricorn misogynist
whose pores oozed lard
and disdain for vegetables


this is about my step father


you were not him
but my nose
and my instinct
would not let go of it


this is about my ex boyfriend...

the poem is about my ex boyfriend, whose grudges and personal body smell unfortunately (ultimately) reminded me of my reviled step father. In the days of wine and roses, I didn't notice...towards the end, I had to change the sheets several times a week just to be able to sleep...

the same thing happened with my ex husband. Initially I had titled this olfactory, and my olfactory memories are very, very strong...perhaps that is because my hearing is impaired...
 Alyosha
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Posted: 7/19/2009 2:07:35 PM

my olfactory memories are very, very strong...perhaps that is because my hearing is impaired...


Maybe so but there is nothing wrong with your inner ear nor your third eye.
 Brizo
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Posted: 7/19/2009 8:50:00 PM
this one is about my stepfather, I dug it out of mothballs...

a prick

his name was D!ck
very apt as
well, he was
a prick
nothing you did
could ever pass muster
he'd rage and
he'd bluster
and pop you so fast
he made you see stars
and there were records
of your transgressions
punishment sessions
counted for you
during the day
just in case
you forgot the way
things were
your smiling presence
a burr
that lodged under his skin
thank god
we were not
kin
he'd reel you in
to watch you fall
but I learned
how not to bawl
and in that small way
I ruined
his day........

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 Autumn Fantasy
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Posted: 7/24/2009 6:00:19 PM
Sailing with Ravencause on the MystiCal

I’m going sailing
A thousand islands
Bleeding into the sunset

Friendship in a poetical reunion
Of sisterhood and a pipe filled with peaceful wonder

Just two old hippie children grappling
With space aliens, poetry and wine

I’m sure the guys will set our course
As the crow flies.
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Posted: 7/26/2009 11:31:46 AM
Autumn,

aww, have fun together, you two! I love sailing, but I'm not sure about the open ocean...I think I'd have to start by hugging the coast and working myself into it.

I had no idea there was even a problem until I got on seven mile bridge to Key West. There was a point where I couldn't see where I came from and couldn't see my destination and we were just a tiny car on a ribbon of highway in the ocean. I was very uneasy...

Went camping this weekend and ended up bringing a kitty home who had been abandoned at the campground by some heartless schmuck. I can't bring him inside because I already have one male and I don't want a scenting war started. But I figure he has shelter and food, and maybe if I'm lucky I can find him a decent home.

Just something silly here...

silver lining

a true smile will see to that
keep one tucked beneath your hat
to use as wedge between the clouds
and break the sullen scowls of dowds
behold, a ray of light shines in
the hidden dimple of your sin
I languish in your golden rays
I love your merry eyes and ways

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 Brizo
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Posted: 7/27/2009 8:01:39 PM
that'll scar

so many times
you've caught my glance
there seemed to be a way
and I began to mine my heart
to search for words to say
abandon them midway

natural and proper
small shovel fulls of healing
to mend the gap between us
from becoming a ravine
the sands of time keep falling
much to my dismay
oh, how much do they weigh?

these stones of words I carry
words are my forte
score a point touche
what do we have to lose
but tenderness and decency
and everything we are
that we turn on to betray

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 Alyosha
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Posted: 7/28/2009 10:02:07 AM
On seeing Emily Bear on Youtube

For these little, vivid pockets
of happiness I might believe
God keeps the world alive.
He deals with the Shoahs,
the Darfurs, the neighbour
down the street who mocks
and abuses his child
in some other way we will never,
I think, understand,
but for the child who wants
nothing but to make music
and smile modestly
He keeps the human project going.
*
___

Passing the Salt
 Brizo
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Posted: 8/1/2009 7:56:55 AM
this child still wants to make music....when I was a girl I wanted a mega watt smile, but now I would be quite contented to smile modestly....

natural man

life becomes a dance of mystery
making me hope for tomorrow,
so I can see it all again
strap on my tap shoes
and dance in the rain
a series of lessons
the cosmic plan
how it all comes down
on my shoulders again
born into this sphere
a natural man

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 Brizo
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Posted: 8/8/2009 8:30:53 PM
do over

you can find your way home
your tears
are not required
to purchase my heart
is bursting
freed from numbness
freed from uncertainty

turn around
I will be running
into the future
to meet you
we will not look
behind us
again

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 Brizo
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Posted: 8/11/2009 9:39:42 PM
letting go

the quality of the light
always dimmed
for your comfort
afternoon golden

your consciousness surfaced
I could see the dust moats
floating like molecules
suggesting timelessness

but the sight
of you diminished
and ragged sound
informed my instinct

and so I tried
to bid you goodbye
blind, turned toward my voice
you held my arms

and the noble triangle
of your face
reduced to prime
remains my snapshot

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