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 Brizo
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thank you everyone! :) I don't post too often nowadays, but it's nice to realize something resonated. 24 years later and I still miss him.

frmale, thanks for the poem. It reminds me of one I wrote. I pulled it out of mothballs, don't mind the mold...

Quicksilver

I am mercury
if you inflict pressure
I scatter

I am primary
inexorably gathering
when you turn away

I am amorphous
I resist adherence
to any but myself

I cohere
with my core bonded
my integrity is restored

I am elemental
enigmatic
I elude comprehension

I can be none other
but left intact
not squeezed

I can react
with your impetus
and show your temperature

LS 1/28/07
 Alyosha
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Posted: 8/13/2010 4:16:10 AM
Re your latest from long ago: still as clear and strong as when you first wrote it!
 Brizo
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Posted: 8/16/2010 9:54:38 PM
on another wistful Glenn Campbell kick....

Galveston

Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear your sea winds blowin'
I still see her dark eyes glowin'
She was 21 when I left Galveston

Galveston, oh Galveston, I still hear your sea waves crashing
While I watch the cannons flashing
I clean my gun and dream of Galveston

I still see her standing by the water
Standing there lookin' out to sea
And is she waiting there for me?
On the beach where we used to run

Galveston, oh Galveston, I am so afraid of dying
Before I dry the tears she's crying
Before I watch your sea birds flying in the sun
At Galveston, at Galveston

Jimmy Webb
songwriter

Gentle on My Mind

It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you are moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman crying to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walking on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling
Crackling cauldron in some train yard
My beard a roughening coal pile and
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands 'round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
That you're waving from the backroads
By the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind

John Hartford
songwriter
 frmale
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Posted: 8/17/2010 5:23:32 PM
Thank you for acknowledging my work.

This poem fits in with yours...

Love
To quench a desire
Passion burns within, a flaming fire
In the heart; the aches
To the soul love yearns
Along the beaches and the lakes
Is where the body learns
 Brizo
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Posted: 8/19/2010 9:37:25 PM
i'm not the one
that you'll be shooting for
i'm not the one
who's coming back for more
you know why
we've been through this so many times
you know why
it's never clear it's pantomime

going round and round
'cause you can't get on your feet
going round and round
still taking all the heat
going round and round
never touching down

i'm not the one
whose memory you still keep
i'm not the one
who's talking in your sleep
you know why
i don't have to tell you twice
you know why
i knew when you weren't so nice

i'm not the one
that you'll be breaking in
i'm not the one
who could be taken in
you know why
i tried and tried to crack the shell
you know why
when you fake it's hard to tell

going round and round
'cause you can't get on your feet
going round and round
still taking all the heat
going round and round
never touching down

The Cars
Heartbeat City
 Brizo
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Posted: 8/21/2010 3:58:08 PM
minutae

your bondage to the clock
has been a living hell
your comings and your goings
are preceded by a bell

the spider in your mental space
looks round at all the clutter
and makes vague plans to clean the place
with incoherent mutter

your attendance is required
for things that just don't matter
wilting at a table
and listening to chatter

you look outside the window
and calm your screaming bladder
while your spirit joins the world outside
and glides the drafts in wonder

what god hath joined together
let no man put asunder

LS 08/21/10
 ~Gitane~
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Posted: 8/21/2010 8:27:58 PM
Hola Brizo...

" your attendance is required
for things that just don't matter"

it's always the little things! Hugs.
 Alyosha
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Posted: 8/22/2010 12:24:04 PM
"Minutae" is wonderful, wonderful: NOT insignificant at all. Thank you.
 Brizo
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Posted: 8/22/2010 5:13:52 PM
hey guys! Thank you!

Yeah, but doesn't life seem filled with just....trivia? Once I had a calendar with a quote :

"Our life is frittered away by detail... simplify, simplify."
Henry David Thoreau

profound.
 pickles51
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Posted: 8/27/2010 7:49:28 PM
I sit on the sidelines too these days......

all of you still mean so much

and the written word in here is,comme d'habitude, magnifique!

bisous a tous
 brawnydog
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Posted: 8/28/2010 1:20:38 AM
gonna set up a new page
no message
it's kind of late for that type of callin
and I'm no sage if you're interested

but, I appreciate beauty
and I know my duty
autoerotic poet assfixiation
spelling versus conversation

that's a pretty picture
dark as a river
I wonder what dante would have to say
prolly nothing if you handed him some clay


nothing smells fresher than a daisy
call me crazy
new page baby?
like anybody gets your meaning?

ahhh the poets sigh and the drunkards laugh
the french kiss and the romans take a bath
and then enters Helen
what a woman..

she doesn't smell like a daisy
cucumber and melon most likely
bath and bodyworks
but it doesn't ward off jerks

but this is just a new page set up
about four oclock in the morn
pay no attention
write on darlin
 Brizo
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Posted: 8/29/2010 12:38:11 PM
Hey, company! Pickles and Brawny, thanks for stopping in. Yeah, I don't say much either nowadays. But I am today.

There's still political stupidity going on, but we've got a couple more years where I can draw a full breath. Yeah, he compromises more than I'd like but we really need to have the senate match the presidents party to slide things through.

I do hope gay rights gets pushed along and they're allowed to marry. It isn't our place to say what marriage constitutes and who can be in the club or not, as long as both are consenting adult humans of sound mind. In other words, no taking advantage of animals, children and mentally challenged people. Bailiff, whack his peepee!

And permanent protections need to be put in place for wildlife and wild places. Every time you turn around they're trying to drill in ANWR. I've hiked some of those wild places and you shouldn't be able to drive 3 wheelers or jeeps or any damn thing around elk and mountain goats. If you can't get off your fat aSs you don't belong there.

Leave the tops on the mountains, and quit poking holes in the earths crust. So just what is replacing the volume when we're drawing things out? No wonder we have earthquakes. Duh. Stop dumping garbage out to sea. We can put a man on the moon but we can't figure out a better way to dispose of waste than put it out to sea or shove it in the ground? yeah, right.
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manta ray

Why don't we think ABOUT the box?
it bounces back from chilbirths knocks
and back again with flex to mock
and flirt with any random c0ck
hey sailor is her favorite phrase
while grazing at the man buffets
with wanton smile and brow upraised
and all the meaning that conveys
the only conscience that she owns
upholds a pact to feed her jones
head and heart this queen dethrones
and all their good advice disowns
so raise a glass unto the lass
although her ways are rather crass
she trumps the head and heart with sass
so you can get a piece of ass

LS 08/25/2010
 Alyosha
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Posted: 8/29/2010 1:28:55 PM

manta ray

Why don't we think ABOUT the box?
it bounces back from chilbirths knocks
and back again with flex to mock
and flirt with any random c0ck
hey sailor is her favorite phrase
while grazing at the man buffets
with wanton smile and brow upraised
and all the meaning that conveys
the only conscience that she owns
upholds a pact to feed her jones
head and heart this queen dethrones
and all their good advice disowns
so raise a glass unto the lass
although her ways are rather crass
she trumps the head and heart with sass
so you can get a piece of ass


I wish I understood the content of this better than I do but I CAN admire the virulence of your feelings and your high artistry.
 brawnydog
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Posted: 8/29/2010 1:51:16 PM
In other word, no taking advantage of animals, children and mentally challenged people.


I got the manta ray thing, Geri..
you should try a Bloody Mary
lol
 Autumn Fantasy
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Posted: 8/29/2010 7:51:40 PM
A good rant once in a while makes you feel better Brizo. Not sure if the world is listening though. It is nice to come back to a new poem from you out here. Miss you all xoxo
 Brizo
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Posted: 8/30/2010 7:10:41 PM
Jer, manta ray = labia. The poem is about a vagina.

Autumn, Jer and Brawny thanks for stopping in. Is that a banana in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?
 Brizo
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Posted: 9/12/2010 7:25:54 PM
ah love

some memories
I have to grieve
ah love
why did you leave me?
you took yourself away
and yet
you're somehow there, believe me
I don't know how
I'm tender now
with past regrets to peeve me
did all I know
to let you go
for love you did deceive me
and still you creep
into my sleep
ah love
why did you leave me?

LS 8/17/10
phoenix fire
 hummingbirddancing
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Posted: 9/12/2010 7:52:45 PM
Yes , just one broken pane!
My window is deep
my soul lives in vain!
I am not broken
I'm just tryin to get along!
My heart is purple
and I still live all alone!
I am not working
although i WORK everydaY!
mY HEART IS BROKEN
so you live me ..til I die! >'
I am a broken ...like a figure
in the night! My heart aint workin'
And my souls so outta asight!!!!!!!!!
ohhhhhhhhh , my broken soul
my broken soul.....oh myyyy soul
my broken soul! :)
 Brizo
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Posted: 10/31/2010 10:49:42 AM
hey guys, taking an internet break if anyone's been wondering what is going on. It was involuntary at first but I have a problem and I know it, so I'm trying to find a way to live with the net and not let it take over my life...

I've been using the net (and being consumed by it) for waaay over a decade now, back in the old IRC chat days.

love to all of you, and I'll be back in a month or two, when I figure out what my real life should contain and how much is cyber.
 Not_Again
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Posted: 11/1/2010 3:33:09 PM
Understood Brizo. Lovely catching up when one can anyways. I'm a "come and go-er", so I feel it.

Best to you.

V
 woobytoodsday
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Posted: 11/25/2010 7:25:57 AM
Have a happy, my friend.
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Posted: 2/11/2011 8:51:40 PM
tundra coma

the frozen crust
it blows relentless
originating north
undulating forth
a searing, cruel gust
have mercy
as is right and just
or freeze me
if you think you must
and all my dreams
and beachy lust
dissolve
as if they were of dust

but I am neither unresolved
nor scentless
and I will ably
reconstruct a memory
of warmth
before I self destruct
and resurrect
upon the spring
a shiny new
awakening
originating from
my carcass

LS 2/11/11
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Posted: 2/12/2011 12:12:51 AM
Hi Ms B:

Interesting rights there, expressed
eloquently in writes. Admired.

Inspiration created to right
thoughts about the Tundra.

Succinctly, in imagery,
the northland is a beautiful
kitty cat, that simply doesn't
purr with simple diks that
attempt entrance.

She swallows whole
the weak, spits out
vermin, and welcomes
strong, regardless gendour.

Cheers!

Tom.

“Tundra”

Unconquered
seldom pleased
penetrated few
perma frosts
conquered
thought

lands
midnight
bright shines
cold seasoned
warmth melt fears
penetrated deeply
never

melted
perma frost
foundation
eradicated
ejaculated
shallow
satisfied
left

Cold
alone
bereft
white
blood
stains

left there
mocking
laughs cold
The Tundra


edit: Oh, fer crisakes, NOW what I have been censored for?

Oh, ya, the synomym for kitty.

Apox upon me, my stupidity abounds.

Heretofore and evermore shall be that piclcle by another name called 'Kitty',
duly edited, in homage to respected slicktatorship.

Cheers!

Tom
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Posted: 2/12/2011 4:37:01 PM
yeah, gotta love that censor...

I have noticed that for some odd reason many curse words contain u and i, which can be conveniently changed to v and ! and almost even look the same.

This is from the refrigerator. I limited myself to only the words as they came from the magnet in my card. It was a mothers day gift from my daughter. So I wrote about my mother and how mothers day felt to me....well, I more like slid and clicked the magnets... :)

Mom

Mother's Day
did they celebrate
with happy memories
smiles for sharing
wish that we were able
to hug and share the day
photos like stories keep us
an awesome dream
I hold in my heart
never never done
worry not
what is such a thing
think love
let it bridge what you do not
hand on mine
on one more walk

LS 05/12/2010
 Brizo
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Posted: 2/20/2011 8:20:18 PM
well, politics is pissing me off again...here in the rust belt they're pretty busy trying to get back to that perfect past that is the nostalgic fog machine in a creepy old white guys memory.

Draconian measures are being taken against Planned Parenthood. The politicos doing that are the same numbskulls that complain about "welfare queens". Yeah, taking away access to birth control, that should really help the problem.

Teen pregnancies are on the rise again for the first time in ten years because abstinence works SO WELL you know. Especially in a world where Hollywood and Madison Avenue objectifies teenagers as the sexual penultimate. Some commercials, movie trailers and music videos border on child pornography. These people aren't old enough to vote, or buy tobacco or liquor but they're old enough to be objectified. And they're old enough to get pregnant.

middle digit

i will fight the things that you eschew
Me, not you
will plan the timing of my babies
my sisters stand with me
and we will not be tugged into the past
imprisoned by our pregnant bellies
we have seen tomorrow
and the pill that turns our dreaming
into maybes

LS 2/20/11


Ohio....where women are women and men are scared of our orgasms *head desk*
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