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uzi...howdy and nice to see you in here....I used to eat bee pollen in my protein shakes....made me feel energetic, now I know why the bees are so industrious....
posted in Age of Innocence and Sky's poems she's working on.......

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: 3/27/2007 8:24:54 PM
Everything of worth

But everything of worth is in my inner space,
Everything learned through error
all epiphanies
what the exact cost of love is
the fact that I do not belong to myself
because others love me
why you should forgive
why they call pride foolish
every joy shared,
all persons,
lovers, friends, family
and those who passed on,
they are in a secret inner room
whose door may be unlocked
but sometimes
not without tears


posted in Cafe Mogador......and somewhere else....senility.....
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Posted: 3/27/2007 8:27:58 PM
Already posted in Erik's thead and Ravin's ballad thread

Ballad of dad

I have a story about the wood
my dad wouldn't let sleeping dogs lie
though we warned him he probably should
he kept bringing it up, oh my

you just don't want to hear
about your dad's sex life
but he wouldn't be quiet I fear
because he'd gotten a young wife

but being the age he was
his tool wasn't always as "sharp"
we unfortunately knew this because
upon the damn subject he'd harp

he bought growth hormones from an ad
(on this he was mercifully silent)
eleven month later he was a dad
of a beautiful female infant

He was seventy May of last year
my sister just turned eight
and although she is a dear
poor dad has alot on his plate

mother nature always knows best
for reference just think of my dad
he should have given his woody a rest
and now he wishes he had

but my sister is such a neat kid
and on that fact we all agree
on retirement dad tightened the lid
and turned the house husband key

LS 3/13/07
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Posted: 3/27/2007 8:35:36 PM
May, on her ninth birthday

you are nine years old today
god, it seems like yesterday
when I was so in love with you
I lay and watched you while you slept
and grateful and humbled
I wept
that in the wreckage of bad choices
something so right and true
and beautiful as you
had come to me
I placed my finger and my heart
in your wrinkled tiny palm
and you have held it ever since
Oh, how could I have ever known
this thoughtless, gnarly, foolish
would feel the power of such love
and you and those who followed
would restore
emotional purity
to babylon


posted somewhere.....eyes' old thread perhaps?
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Posted: 3/27/2007 9:26:26 PM
ha, wait till they find out how opinionated I can be.....I have a feeling I won't make it to the 12 angry men phase anyway....

especially if it's anything to do with gross sexual imposition or any of that pedophile stuff......

since I'm eating salsa and cheese, I'll post this was posted in Erik's thread too...

Ode to salsa

Oh I miss my pineapple-mango salsa
mixed with my chipotle
I had to go bare on my chimichanga
and on salsa I'm fairly dotely (it's my poem, I can make up words!)

It doesn't taste the same at all
I really miss the spice
it makes it rather bland and dull
and that's not very nice

I buy it at the Aldi store
it's in another town
I simply HAVE to get some more
It's really got me down

LS 1/25/07

PS. If Jimmy Buffet can sing about a cheeseburger, I can write about salsa.....


and if Jimmy Buffet buys my words
then I'll go buy a case
hope he looks at the words of nerds
so I can stuff my face

One day I will have to go to a Buffet concert and be a "parrothead" Maybe I can wear a fruit basket hat.....and a coconut bra......or a really, really loud shirt.....
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Posted: 3/28/2007 12:52:52 PM
bringing it home from first, last and Rory's pines........


then go taste those seeds
slightly saline
though they will never
be born
nothing in the
is ever lost
they exit
the same ramp
they should have

LS 1/27/07

If I'm not on here much in the next few weeks, I have to devote my time to finding a second job (along with thousands of others - no pressure or anything!).....the State is looking over my shoulder (and breathing down my neck). Sixteen years I was steadily employed, and now to all good purposes I'm being made to feel like a slacker......the whole auto industry is going down, due to poor management choices, poor design, rising gas prices and the complete inability to project future consumer needs. They're so busy trying to make things complicated so they can tie up the computer codes, they failed to notice people just started buying Honda's, where everything is right there for you to work on. Oh, and the gas mileage is not too shabby either....Detroit automakers...........bunch of pampered, clueless idiots....
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Posted: 3/28/2007 1:59:28 PM
Yikes, Brizo! I'm with sky ~~ light and prayers, and good vibes (they help, I swear they do).

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Posted: 3/28/2007 10:05:44 PM
Thanks for the good wishes friends.......there are hardly any novels that will make me wretch, but there have been a few I couldn't finish....just couldn't hold my interest.....

posted in first, last

moral decay

Who eats lunch with blue devils as an on-call-apologist.
who bares their life down to the jones
they really need an entomologist
to study their fly riddled spider bones

we watch with self congratulation
at least we haven't stooped there yet
and no one knows of our temptation
to eye the tabloids purloined get

we're a show and tell society
we suffer with an audience
who crave sensational satiety
for monetary recompense

when did we lose our decency
when moral compass oxidized
please grant the suffering privacy
away from voyeuristic eyes

Yes, there is a right to know
to rally righteous indignation
revealing anguish just to show
should be met with deprecation

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Posted: 3/28/2007 10:09:23 PM
and a limerick, to round things out.....

Ive learned not to deny what's inside
because from yourself you can't hide
that voice just keeps speaking
for truth to be seeking
because you know someone has lied
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Posted: 3/29/2007 8:20:14 AM
welcome back, uzi......when I was in parochial school, the book of revelations sounded fantastically impossible.....and in the seventies, we had no idea how badly we were messing up the balance of the earth. The big thing back then was cleaning the rivers of pollution. Had we heeded the wake up call we got in the late seventies when oil prices went up and we had a partial recession, we would be in better shape now. We should have investigated alternate greener sources of energy back then. But the oil companies and automobile makers were too greedy and short sighted. Now when I recall some of the stuff I read in revelations, it doesn't sound so unbelievable.....


you created
or whatever
you might be
in my opinion
if it came down to it
only females
can bear life
and only a mother
wouldn't have killed us
by now

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Posted: 3/29/2007 8:31:18 AM
YAY!! I just read the Smashing Pumpkins are reuniting. Hope they stay together long enough to tour North America....for you Canadians, they will play Toronto Sep. 8th....
I missed the farewell tour.....the world is a vampire, set to drain...........
for a lady who blindsided me one day in the beauty parlor, she looked just like my mother, who had passed away in 1998...........I couldn't look away.........

Be still, my heart

gingerly you moved

I stood stunned

poise destroyed

image shimmered

not my mother

not my mother

cancer therapy


you were lovely

you go girl

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Posted: 3/29/2007 10:31:27 AM
Uzi, so sorry to hear about your gets easier I guess, but you never forget.......just that chance encounter taught me how close to the surface losing mom still was, 8 years later........

And I've been hearing an awful lot about hemp used as fuel and paper. I know the farmers have petitioned to be allowed to grow it as hemp, can't remember which state.....I just read in Thailand they are trying to grow a bush with poisonous nuts that are 30% oil, for biofuel. It was formerly used as a border plant but was basically useless......


Destined to stay?
we spin
tiny speck
bubble universe
dying star sun
collision moon
with birth

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Posted: 3/29/2007 11:58:48 PM
When a star shines on an Angel
For the one who touches a soul
They gift their kindness and love
For those lucky enough to know

With treasured words
That touched my heart
You are a wonderful friend
Which no time shall part

The star light shines upon you!

Thank-you from the bottom of my heart
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Posted: 3/30/2007 12:30:21 AM
awww Cyn, just get better, okay? Remember, you're never really alone.... I'm hoping it turns out to be not much at all and easily remedied.
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Posted: 3/30/2007 3:45:57 PM
this is one of my favorites.....bringing it home from Autumns' Age of Innocence....


we once knew
the secret hollows
in lilac hedges
where we played timelessly
our mothers screeching
something about supper
blissfully ignored

we once hid
in plum orchards
inadvertant fruitarians
spying on the cat
stalking about his declawed turf

we once ruled
swing challenged skies
and hung from rings
in inverted defiance

we once rode bikes
wantonly curving and chromed
enticing us around the block
just one more time
our mothers screeching
something about supper
blissfully ignored

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Posted: 3/30/2007 5:26:32 PM
I'll take your word for it Jer, I've never come close to sainthood....when I was born, the doctor slapped me for being too knowing......
deep hole

human indulgence
shadows me
bruise colored cloak

doesn't occur
to animals
weak are eaten
injured thump along
three legged
diseased live
each fresh day
they die

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Posted: 3/30/2007 8:55:00 PM
yeah, fortunately I was feeding my dogs the little bites dry from Pedigree. I do give them that cheeseburger stuff but it's like kibbles, no gravy. Now I'm worried about the cats, they like Special Kitty dry....
where childhood began

where childhood began
a tiny house
set back on a lot
with my divorced mother
and baby sister
and a siamese cat
a plum orchard
going to the fair
in matching dresses
a kind old couple next door
a lilac hedge
a brand new red bike
with training wheels
and streamers
pizza at The Idle Hour
on Friday night
and three new dresses
from Sears

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Posted: 3/30/2007 10:25:54 PM
Pooh, as in Pooh bear, or poo as in sh!t?......either way, yes, it does rhyme....welcome to the thread......

yellow is the hue of pooh
eeyore is the one that's blue
disposition matches coat
eeyores gloomy in every quote
paradoxically its funny
pooh's outlook is very sunny

yanno here in meth central, (the heartland) the desperate would probably try to burn that guys hemp house to get high.......
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Posted: 3/31/2007 10:36:42 PM
Never Was

never been the princess
never worn the white dress
of purity
or two months salary
of trust and expectation
on the finger
whose pathway leads
to the heart

I tried to remember
how I became married
Oh, I recalled
the hasty planning
marriage one more task
ticked off on the road
to parenthood
between the organist and preacher

I don't recall
being asked
proof of belief
you placed trust
in my ability and honor
enough to be my partner
I fell into marriage
and it took me away

and that became
metaphor for our life
you calling the shots
and sinking the balls
me cleaning the rest
of the table
neither questioning
the score

You asked me
for partnership
ten years into it
on my way out the door
I remember that

I stood on the rickety bridge
of broken obligations
I had set fire to
as I watched my
imaginary veil
swept away
by the water
under the bridge

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Posted: 3/31/2007 10:39:42 PM

i can't eat you
your jagged words
jab the psyche
till creative plasma
from fear of exposure

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Posted: 4/1/2007 10:36:55 AM
bringing this home from first, last and Alyosha's thread.........

It's negative yeah, but we all have those days, and are just as needful of self expression as the happier times......besides, I can laugh at myself later, shrug and go on.......


to know me, and about what i care
is anyone willing to take the dare
or do they think I'm a shallow pool
an easy to read, vainglorious fool

Or am I just a boring dud
a silly cow rechewing cud
a worn out **** who's had her day
and looking for a younger lay

a washed up writer of awful prose
whose ramblings make you want to doze
whose poetry has missed it's mark
a toothless dog with a soundless bark

I seem to be a one note song
whose melody goes on too long
and on that note I'll end this write
this toothless dog has lost her bite

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Posted: 4/1/2007 2:27:24 PM
kind of hard not to like you sky, you're loveable.......the poem was written almost a month ago, in a rather bitter mood. The ballad below was posted in Bobby's old rhyme thread, and Ravin's ballad thread....

The curates wife

the story of the love affair
that had terrorized the land
the confession that the curates wife
was killed by the bishops hand!

So long ago they found her dead
folk had near forgotten
if she'd only shunned the bishops bed
for he was truly rotten

'twas a long forgotten mystery
who'd killed the curates wife
but now it leapt from history
to wreck the bishops life

they sent him down to Londontown
to a jury of his peers
he'd been a man of great renown
too rich for petty fears

but now he'd pay for his own sin
the townsfolk threatened riot
the sherrif forced to bring him in
the courtroom deathly quiet

the bishop ran quite out of luck
they sentenced him to hanging
a noose would soon be round his neck
at end of gavel's banging

they came around for many a mile
than cold November morn
the bishop hung upon the hill
and so the tale was born

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Posted: 4/3/2007 5:13:35 AM
bringing this one home from Wooby's...

cotton wrappedheart

my cotton wrapped heart
still beats
muffled drums
wrapped in mourning tones
weeping for lost joy
fetal curled
my cord attached
to the promise
of better things to come
I doze in bruised limbo
waiting for the
healers kiss
and sending wish signals

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Posted: 4/3/2007 9:28:24 PM

give me a gemini
their playful wit
disguised as prattling
and clever banter
hiding sheer depth
be relieved they
play it so
and don't stray
too far
the edge
is closer than
you think
and the fall

they will soothe
and conjure
with those
nimble hands
and syrup
sucking kisses
you lie down
with the jester
and arise
to janus
your heart

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Posted: 4/3/2007 11:20:42 PM
posted in first, last


you and I explode
into piece of mind
swirling spirograph
kaleidoscope grind
primordial awakening
recognition of kind
language is moot
empathy binds
touch is too much
removes the rind
eye contact shocks
and locks the mind
heavy c*o*c*k
pick the lock
knock and find
rock the dock
eros dined

Ls 4/04/07
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