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Jer, children are a source of wonder

I realized after I wrote it that some/most people would take "wonder" in the sense that I believe you did, and that's all right with me but I originally meant "wonder" in the sense of speculate, project forward as best one can
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 10/1/2009 5:02:56 PM
Jer, I took it as you meant it, because I could see you worrying about the kids you saw. I was making a play on words, didn't know if you had realized there was a meaning within a meaning, which I thought was pretty neat...

Trulio, I think children each and individually manifest...

now how about a nice rhyme? >: /

trippy hippie

allowing roots to grow deep
become the love that you keep
a lighter heart can hold sway
against the hate of today
protect the truth that you've found
the cynic lives on the ground
so flash your smile to the sky
and let the joy in you fly

LS 9/07/09

Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 10/2/2009 7:42:52 PM
Trulio, I was making a joke at my own expense about rhyming...that's why the face....if you haven't noticed, rhyming isn't very popular...

doesn't stop me, but then, I've never been very popular anyway...

Have you checked out Wikirhymer? they use near rhymes...sometimes I like to use phrasing, it may not rhyme but the syllables are similar so there is a rhythm to it...I guess you could call that a cadence...

So no, that wasn't meant for you at all....I was also commenting on children, the older I get the more I like them. Thank god, there are some old people that just can't stand kids. I don't like the screeching, but when they're quieter they're pretty interesting little buggers...and the temper that used to make me angry now makes me laugh, how small they are and how significant they think their rage is...



you answer as if
it is your possession
your question
and I wonder where
they end
and you begin

and I bet
they do too

funny how
the only one
with any voice
is you

and yet you lay
the victim card
as many bullies

LS 8/06/09
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 10/3/2009 3:51:58 PM
selective hearing

I didn't listen
to my mothers warning
about girls who started life
too early
couldn't override
my heart
dancing, giddy
sex and dinner,
babies came
while other girls
were being
I have a few
not many
as you'd think
for one who listened

LS 9/27/09
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 10/4/2009 9:47:02 AM
oh, wandering...I'm feeling the itch again, pretty hard....

I thought this would be it, and I'd be content. And I have been more at peace here and involved in my surroundings, more than most any other place in Ohio. But I'm missing pine trees and ocean front drives and democrats and dome homes and restored Bugs...


if you were a tree
I would fly
to your shelter
and take my chances
I would nest in
your leaves
and rest
in your branches

you'd be my home
in endless bad weather
a base for flight
when I roam
I'd preen my feathers
before too long
healed enough
to sing my song

LS 07/18/09
first, last
What Tree are You
Joined: 3/18/2008
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Posted: 10/5/2009 3:47:57 AM
dome homes and restored Bugs
ocean drives and pine woods
these are found in the land I live
the land I grew up from childhood
yet, like you, I wandered quite far
to a land on a distant shore
where restored vw's
were hardly seen before
but ocean was there
and incredible Dartmoor
and there I stayed to live my days
raising children and marriage too
but the day came, like you,
I realized my view
though very beautiful
something from home was calling to me
to return to the land of the 'free'
so nineteen years passed
my experience vast
living out of this country
but that day I just knew
coming home was past due
so here I am to stay
(for today anyway)

hope it's ok to drop in like this....saw you reminiscing and it triggered something ..
also, sorry i'm still stuck in of these days i must jump into the abyss of rhymelessness!
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Posted: 10/5/2009 7:03:56 PM
Trulio, the hen I'm writing about has enough problems with being The One...if she takes any more oxygen small animals will keel over...

We, it's okay if you rhyme in here...I rhyme all the time, and no one should have to apologize for rhyming, it is what it is...


Wow, I'm envious...I wonder what a foreign country would be like...according to the web quiz I took, which is at least as accurate as a magic eight ball, my city is Amsterdam...


within our hearts
there is a garden
and a table
for only one
a private place
in which to pardon
our mistakes
and heal
to reaffirm
our love of self
and grow
toward the sun

LS 8/09/09
Joined: 9/22/2008
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Posted: 10/5/2009 8:15:31 PM
Long distance memories
crowd my mind
fleeting sounds and senses
find me longing for the
long ago's
the fabric of who I am
was shaped by
where I went
and the young girl remains
in this post menopausal shell

my city is Amsterdam...

Lived in Utrecht for 2 yrs prior to emigrating to Canada...I adore Holland...still try to keep up my language skills and try to visit as often as I can...Brizo if you ever do get to Amsterdam....walk up to Dam square from the train station and hang a right to the Hema store....then buy a hot sausage from the cafe it with Dutch yummy!!
 Autumn Fantasy
Joined: 3/15/2009
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Posted: 10/5/2009 8:44:04 PM
That missing feeling
Of home
I am not sure it is even a place
Or a smell
But an awareness of another time
When all our senses were alive
Alice in wonderland
Dorothy in Oz
We were in our prime
Dreaming about romance
Painting our life in Technicolor

I remember stumbling down a street at night
A little tipsy
His arm around me
Full moon – warm summer evening
And he promised to take me to London
Where we would explore history together
And make love with our eyes
In a small café

(Ok I’m down for England and Ireland and Stonehenge)
Joined: 12/13/2006
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Posted: 10/6/2009 5:06:51 PM
My city is Athens.
Everything else is coastal redwoods.

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Posted: 10/6/2009 9:49:02 PM
Pickles, I love how down to earth the Netherlands unpretentious and simply they live, how they ride their bikes everywhere. I think I could be happy in Amsterdam, yup...and, I love their furniture, lol...oh yea, and tulips too...

ooh, Autumn, Stonehenge! I'd love to see that. My dream is a European vacation.

Woobs, coastal redwoods are so pretty. I look at the pictures of Islands on the west coast and want to weep with homesickness.

Sophia, I would recommend the oocean, you seem as if you really love the water.

Ommie, a thousand hugs. Thanks for the compliment. Good to see you here, you'll have to get a cycle pic so we can see what you've been doing all summer...
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Posted: 10/7/2009 4:56:56 PM
Right now I have three cats...

Opie who is now inside and doing really well. He was an outside cat at my boyfriends house (he was in the garage) and again here, but when Simon died I brought Opie inside for the first time because I was afraid he'd be lonely...he's done wonderfully, doesn't eat plants, doesn't scratch things...the only problem he has is hairballs, and I put him outside when I hear that so he can eat grass.

Polly, the one who got hit by a car. Her jaw is stiff now so she needs help grooming her back. Sometimes food falls out of her mouth, she still tries to eat dry food and she can, but she's not as neat as she used to be. Her eye is part blue with blindness but a little green came back, and I'm hoping that means she can see a tiny bit out of that one. She still plays, and I fall asleep at night with her purring (and trying to share my leg warmth) How I wish she'd touch backs instead...

Then I have Charlie Camper, and he's kind of hard to warm up to. He lives outside because he sprays, and he needs neutered. I took him home from the campground at the state park, someone had abandoned him and I couldn't stop worrying about what happened to him during the week when it was slow, and what winter would be like for him. He's extremely vocal, especially about his food, which he thinks is coming every time I open the door. The last two night he's amused himself picking a fight with Opie. I'm hoping to find him a home so he can be happy and inside for the winter, but he does have pick of at least three warm houses which can be stuffed with straw...
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Posted: 10/10/2009 2:49:18 PM
I really like the way this one came out...(hope that's not conceited). Because sometimes it seems as if I'm not writing at all, it seems that someone else is writing, the words come so fast and insistently, words I barely knew that I knew.

Someone smarter and much more elegant than me...I look and think, I wrote that? Well, now that everyone is secretly thinking I'm schizophrenic...

anyway, bringing it home...


they gather
in the golden beans
swirl, swoop
take census
on the wire
meet in the road

wind, rain
and first frost
oh, I know
but this, this
informs my bones
these feathered
going home

LS 10/03/2009
Theirs, Mine, Yours
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Posted: 10/15/2009 4:53:54 AM
a goofy one...

already bored with this game (as some warned I would be) one I uncovered the celestial picture and now it's Rocket Mania...

but mostly reading...three new series books from three different authors as fast as I can inhale them...

cosmic stacker

playing cosmic stacker
I'm a slacker, slacker, slacker
I like the ice in Pisces
cause it's nice
The music's sort of dippy
cause it's trippy, trippy, trippy
I take another sippy
of my blackberry merlot
oh no, no, no
here come those flying rings
gotta quickly stack those things
before I lose
I just read some reviews
that gaming might help fuse
the connections in my brain
so, it's not a sin, amen
and I'm playing it again, again, again

LS 7/11/09
Terse Verse Nova Hood etc...
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Posted: 10/15/2009 3:45:38 PM
Wrapped in a shroud of tears
little comfort in a barren life
wasted years, corporate fears of
take over
now a reality as a rejected wife
Haughty, stiff upper lip
quivering when alone
in the ladies room
or on the bus going home
oh, a taxi for a block
then onto the number 82
out of sight of the revelers
of tonight who
had drivers and Beemers
and smug talk about winters
in Biarritz.
Home to the comfort of the Clan
always welcoming
peaty amber warmth
an Arisaidh in a glass
and tonight, too,
the company of Ativan
to walk down memory lane
for the last time.
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Posted: 10/16/2009 9:38:25 PM
sweetheart, you are way too good for anyone who would leave your god, who could possibly be better than you?
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Posted: 10/17/2009 9:05:56 AM

Wrapped in a shroud of tears
little comfort in a barren life...

Extraordinary poem! You write better than some of us breathe.
Joined: 9/22/2008
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Posted: 10/17/2009 1:21:30 PM
Lori and Jer...

Thanks for the love and concern

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Posted: 10/18/2009 7:18:27 AM
My powers grow weak
as my needs remain strong.
Life wields a shoddy scale.

Money can’t buy happiness
but the poor get their misery

"Me...and my Shadow"
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Posted: 10/21/2009 6:51:44 PM
because of the misery, the joys are sweeter....what could mean anything to someone who has everything?


in love's mirrored hall
filtered through projection
we barely realize
the beauty
of our idealized

each vision
belongs to us
what do we choose
as real
the way we feel
about ourselves
or the way
we make them feel?

Ls 8/13/09
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Posted: 10/25/2009 12:07:37 PM
a really, really goofy honor of the FIRST SQUIRREL IN MY YARD!!! Let's hope he makes it okay with the cat...

helicopter squirrel

Oh squirrel, oh squirrel
you glare at me
all surly
your tail awhirl, awhirl
helicopter swirly
helicopter squirrel
and in my mind
you're flying through the air
because you dare

I look into the sky
your tail has put you there
to put the stealthy drop
upon the cat, upon the cat
who stalks you like a brat
cause stealth is where it's at
it's where it's at
where it's at
 Autumn Fantasy
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Posted: 10/25/2009 12:10:18 PM
LOL I sure can picture that one. Same thing happens in my back yard. Baby squirrels are the funniest.
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Posted: 10/28/2009 8:56:06 AM
We WILL be fed

There is a hunger in us
for which the veal
has yet to be calved, fattened
and slaughtered, the grain
to be planted, cultivated,
harvested, milled and baked
into some as yet unimagined bread.

We are hungry
and we will be fed.
Alyosha's Poems
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Posted: 10/28/2009 6:14:11 PM
when's dinner?


rusted nails
through the heart
that anchor
to your past

pull loose
of guilt

learn from it

it serves no one
to live your life

Om's Palms

if I've already posted this just chalk it up to menopausal fog...
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Posted: 10/29/2009 9:33:20 PM
Heart of the Matter
Don Henley, Michael Campbell, J. D. Souther

I got the call today
That I didn't wanna hear
But I knew that it would come
An old, true friend of ours was talkin' on the phone
She said you'd found someone
And I thought of all the bad luck,
and the struggles we went through
And how I lost me and you lost you
What are these voices outside love's open door
Make us throw off our contentment
and beg for something more?

I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I knew, I'm learning again
I've been tryin' to get down
to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
and my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about...forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me anymore

Ah...these times are so uncertain
There's a yearning undefined
and people filled with rage
We all need a little tenderness
How can love survive in such a graceless age?
Ah...the trust and self-assurance that lead to happiness
They're the very things - we kill I guess...
Ohh pride and competition
cannot fill these empty arms
And the work I put between us
you know it doesn't keep me warm

I'm learning to live without you now
But I miss you, baby
And the more I know, the less I understand
All the things I thought I'd figured out
I have to learn again
I've been trying to get down
to the heart of the matter
But everything changes
and my friends seem to scatter
But I think it's about...forgiveness
Even if, even if, you don't love me anymore

There are people in your life who've come and gone
They let you down, you know they hurt your pride
You better put it all behind you baby; cause' life goes on
If you keep carryin' that anger, it'll eat you up inside, baby

I've been trying to get down
to the heart of the matter
But my will gets weak
and my thoughts seem to scatter
But I think it's about forgiveness
Even if, even if you don't love me
I've been tryin' to get down
to the heart of the matter
Because the flesh will get weak
and the ashes will scatter
So I'm thinkin' about forgiveness
Even if, even if, you don't love me...
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