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 Brizo
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Trulio, computer problems last night? I had them too, wondered if they were from the Perseid meteor showers (I have satellite)...

I would like to see the northern lights...is the water phosphorescent there? I know it was in Puget sound, I thought that was pretty cool...
 Brizo
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Posted: 8/15/2009 6:20:25 PM
We used to have a drive in about hmm, 20 or thirty minutes away. It closed maybe ten years ago? It was the last in the area, now you'd have to drive almost an hour, though it would still be worth it, I think, just for the nostalgia.

We had one in my home town, not sure what happened to it, there was a playground and we used to play while our parents watched the movie...they would start with something for the kids...the evening would usually end with us kids conking out...good times, good times...

tomorrow is the last day of my staycation, in which I did very little. I should probably care, but *meh* other than a tiny bit of guilt (not enough to budge my lazy ass)...not much concern, lol...

bringing it home...the name is a celestial seasonings tea, to help you sleep...
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sleepytime bear

I've done my best
placed the sun to rest
upon the backbone
of the moon
tried to hide my tasks
inside a box that says
tomorrow
and make my head a blank
behind the risk
that worry borrows
but I lift them out
too soon
still try to find
my quiet mind
within my darkened room
looking for a piece
of peace
and commune
with my dreams
that wrap
around the moon

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squat and p**p
 woobytoodsday
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Posted: 8/16/2009 4:34:03 PM
Briz, all of it's nice, but especially this

sun to rest
upon the backbone
of the moon


Thank you!!
 Brizo
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Posted: 8/16/2009 5:50:07 PM
thanks Woobs...

you know, when I reposted I just had to tweak, and added those last two lines forgetting I had the moon in there already... ...oh well....
 Brizo
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Posted: 8/20/2009 7:26:37 PM
this is for Bella's grandfather Greg, who is dying...

He has done quite a bit of things on his bucket list, many of them with Bella.

Bella says she will be the one to release balloons at his funeral...it makes me unbearably sad, sad that he has to say goodbye to the world, sad for his family, and sad that Bella will have to know this kind of grief at seven...

Videotape

When I'm at the pearly gates
This will be on my videotape, my videotape
Mephistopheles is just beneath
and he's reaching up to grab me

This is one for the good days
and i have it all here
In red, blue, green
Red, blue, green

You are my center
When i spin away
Out of control on videotape
On videotape
On videotape
On videotape

This is my way of saying goodbye
Because I can't do it face to face
I'm talking to you after it's too late
From my videotape

No matter what happens now
You shouldn't be afraid
Because I know today has been the most perfect day I've ever seen

Radiohead
 Brizo
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Posted: 8/22/2009 11:00:03 PM
August

low banked clouds
of threatening gray
the air is heavy
with menace

a cramped, skulking
hunched down day
promising rain
that never arrived

can autumn really be
a month away?
the summers
of my life
will never stay

8/23/09
 Alyosha
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Posted: 8/23/2009 9:01:29 AM
the summers
of my life
will never stay


Are such sad lines, all the more poignant for being presented in your characteristic low-keyed way!

And reminiscent of the marvellous line by François Villon: "Ou sonts les neiges d'antan?" (Where are the snows of yesteryear?)
*
"Ou sonts les neiges d'antan?"
asked Villon
(Where are the snows of yesteryear?)
as if he were merely curious,
not complaining but half-convinced
they must be somewhere...

But who or what was hiding them
from him and if he could find them,
along with the tears of yesteryear,
would he really have chosen
to revisit them?
Would you?
*
 Alyosha
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Posted: 8/23/2009 12:05:10 PM

Trust Jerry to be so damn articulate about it.. kidding Jer. I appreciate your observations around the pond.


If I were really "so damn articulate," I'd have something to say in response to this last post of yours, wouldn't I?
 Brizo
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Posted: 8/23/2009 12:39:32 PM
Hi guys, thanks for stopping in...we're all so scattered in the summers, our posts so few and far between. But I smile when I think of my friends enjoying their lives and the warm weather and living life to the fullest....

Lately I've been curious about the feelings of those who are aged or dying, how must it feel to legitimately wonder whether you will see another summer? Summer having been through evolution and history the lighthearted time of plenty...

I am at the threshold of fifty, if I live to 100, which is rare, half my life is behind me. It is impossible to explain to my children, who look from the perspective of mid twenty and thirty, about the realization that there is probably not enough time for some things, some dreams...they think I'm limiting myself.

They don't realize that it is also a bit freeing...in that you re-assess your life and jettison the things that you don't like, or are a waste of time, or you've learned simply don't matter...you are free to be more authentic.

I wanted to say the summers of my life (or our lives) can never stay, but Robert Frost already did that one...

Autumn, I know you're a huge Frost fan...me too...I love his simplicity, he makes it look easy but each word is so carefully chosen and placed, the man is a poetry god...

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost
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Posted: 8/29/2009 10:42:45 PM
Ommie, *muah* I need to email you a table base I found. It looks fairly simple but it may just look that way...

bringing it home...

vert

smiling as shade
dances over my face
taking a break
from the pace
of the race...
I was off kilter

stillness and filter,
dazzle and dapple
canopied valance
restoring my balance
transcending tension
with cool, verdant scent
urgent hectic mood unbending
nascent inner peace
descending

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Parables of Dreams and Prose
 Brizo
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Posted: 9/1/2009 10:25:20 PM
owning it

you'll leave me alone
if I show you my scars
Bytch!
they are mine
to carry
not wear
like military bars
of distant battles

(don't you know
veterans
don't like to talk about
the war?)

and your cheap sympathy
empathy WhOre
not worth the price
of dredging up that pain
again

guess we'll continue
to spar
you know I'm different
but you don't know how
now do you?

you're busy
drowning
my star

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Lord of the Imaginary Penguins
 Alyosha
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Posted: 9/6/2009 7:55:10 AM
I had a dream
and I had a dollar.
The problem was to spend the one
without losing the other.

_____
Passing the Salt
 Brizo
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Posted: 9/7/2009 8:08:47 AM
Jer! ^^^so true...sometimes I feel bankrupt of dreams, no...ROBBED of dreams by a merciless pace and the consumer driven lifestyle. I want to jump off the merry go round, but how?
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I've been camping, and the time by the river watching birds and turtles and ducks and a campfire has been aaaahhh.

Every time I tell myself I need to do it more often. Wake up to birdsong, have nothing more on my agenda than a slow crawl down the river to see what I can see...and maybe read a few chapters of my book....camping out restores my balance like nothing else can.
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in the moment

there's nowhere else I'd rather be
than living in this moment
a sliver of eternity

the shiver that goes through me
as I comprehend my destiny
minute and microscopic

my outlook is myopic
I forget I'm just a cog
in the universal log

and maybe I existed
to propagate the brilliance
of one of my descendants

is there purpose to existence
do we ever get the knowledge
of our piece in the collage?

in the cosmic decoupage
our faded photograph peers out
before the final fade-out

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 Brizo
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Posted: 9/11/2009 9:04:23 PM
This is for Grandpa Greg, who died yesterday....

set free

I say my prayer
Christian words
from memory
the vigil
a candle that lights
the way home
your soul
set free
from earthly boundaries
hurt and hunger
desire or limitation
boundless points
of light
expanding
till they reach
their destination
joyous in
the recognition

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 Brizo
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Posted: 9/19/2009 8:40:37 AM
rubbish

do I really need
one last dangerous man
to leave me crumpled
and abandoned
an empty, misplaced can
rattling in a deserted life?

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 Brizo
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Posted: 9/22/2009 8:53:39 PM
the controller

he gives you a child
and campaigns against
your dog
as if he doesn't know
they're both your babies

and I think
that he's the only one
who'll ever give you
rabies...

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Posted: 9/24/2009 6:03:59 PM
Trulio, I was going to get a T shirt once with this sh!t and religion theme....

I loved the Protestant one, it's hilariously true, that IS how they think....it's a German mindset, Martin Luther and all that...

green cleaner

okay corporate weiners
I have to pay
an arm and a leg
so you'll leave out
the poison
in my cleaners?

quit raising the cost
and just do the right thing
because it makes sense
and stop being dense
it can't cost that much more
and I'm no granola yuppie
who can pay two dollars more

if you want green to work
stop selling us out
with a wink and a smirk
do you know the score?
do you live on the same planet?
there's no preferential treatment
damnit
take those extra dollars
and buy yourself a brain
it'll be too late to holler
when you're swirling down the drain

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 brawnydog
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Posted: 9/24/2009 8:11:22 PM
jack of all trades was counting cards
had too much oxygen and is still at large
I bet the queen is a stopper
I'd dare to double
 Brizo
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Posted: 9/24/2009 8:48:21 PM

jack and jill
went up the hill
to have a little fun

silly jill
forgot the pill
and now they
have a son


if they'd stopped by
my pharmacy
they'd still be having fun

emergency
viola! PlanB
and next time
condom run
 Alyosha
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Posted: 9/28/2009 8:43:35 AM
The face of many a child

The face of many a child
is a manifesto of hope.

They are posted, like beacons,
at strategic points around the world

where you and I can see them
and wonder.

_________
"Me & My Shadow"
 scar-tissue
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Posted: 9/28/2009 11:10:09 AM
This is the first time sharing any poetry with others. I am not commited to it, I am not sure I am done with it, but I figure I have to get some feedback eventually. I know little about poetry, but I think my writing has been leading towards it recently.

I call it Stain Glass

Such a tragically pretty picture,
in the shadows, a colourless,
intricate unspoken beauty. Depiction
of what she has always done, they like to predict
what they could project.
Oh, those eyes.
If I thought it would help I would tell her
the light must come, from within
And then
And only then
Will we see the vibrant colour
in which she can see herself.
 Alyosha
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Posted: 9/28/2009 11:45:54 AM

I call it Stain Glass

Such a tragically pretty picture,
in the shadows, a colourless,
intricate unspoken beauty. Depiction
of what she has always done, they like to predict
what they could project.
Oh, those eyes.
If I thought it would help I would tell her
the light must come, from within
And then
And only then
Will we see the vibrant colour
in which she can see herself.


You ought maybe change "stain" in the title to "stained." Otherwise this is lovely, has a wonderfully spontaneous quality and a lack of affectation.
 scar-tissue
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Posted: 9/28/2009 8:10:38 PM
Thanks for catching that, yea I did mean stained glass. I have enjoyed reading some of your writing, so the kind words are appreciated. A good job of analasis to.
 woobytoodsday
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Posted: 9/29/2009 1:28:55 AM
Agree with Jer ~~ it's a *fine* poem. And way beyond your years, m'dear. Don't stop.
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Posted: 9/29/2009 4:05:46 PM
Trulio, I've seldom been so lucky to find someone while I'm out and about....but I love to read the missed encounters postings youknowwhere, some of them are haunting...

Jer, children are a source of wonder, like flowers...and so interesting, too...

scar, I thought you did a great job, and I would certainly keep writing (and hopefully posting), you definitely have a unique and compelling voice...

I change my poems, add lines or edit. Some of them I know are finished, others I still feel need tweaking. I hope your young lady finds her light...
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quid to id

our real life has just begun
dream dimension
legitimate as this one
is that why
in our dreams
we seldom die?
living parallel,
quid pro quo
linking hands
with dirty id
rolling dice
revealing lives
that we have hid

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