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came across this and just loved it...

Holy As A Day Is Spent

Holy is the dish and drain
The soap and sink, the cup and plate
And the warm wool socks, and the cold white tile
Showerheads and good dry towels

And frying eggs sound like psalms
With a bit of salt measured in my palm
It’s all a part of a sacrament
As holy as a day is spent

Holy is the busy street
And cars that boom with passion’s beat
And the check out girl, Counting change
And the hands that shook my hands today

Hymns of geese fly overhead
And stretch their wings like their parents did
Blessed be the dog
That runs in her sleep
The catch that wild and elusive thing

Holy is a familiar room and the quiet moments in the afternoon
And folding sheets like folding hands
To pray as only laundry can

I’m letting go of all I fear
Like autumn leaves of earth and air
For summer came and summer went
As holy as a day is spent

Holy is the place I stand
To give whatever small good I can
The empty page, the open book
Redemption everywhere I look

Unknowingly we slow our pace
In the shade of unexpected grace
With grateful smiles and sad lament
As holy as a day is spent

And morning light sings “providence”
As holy as a day is spent

author: Carrie Newcomer
Joined: 5/12/2006
Msg: 1452
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Posted: 3/19/2011 1:16:03 PM
I can see you and I hope you're dancing.
Timeless has little meaning.
Always a lady.
care for a bouquet or a lei?
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 3/20/2011 9:38:50 PM
what, I'm getting lei-id?

oh, that was too fun...

I have a date next weekend. My daughter and her best friend set it up, it's the best friends dad. First one in hmmm, two, three years?

I just find my grandkids are really good dates. Great conversationalists, good natured and really good looking too, if I do say so myself. :)


I wish you took it all
with you
the russet of your hair
the dimples
your practiced kiss
and worldly touch
you were a charming
unrepentant, amoral
I offered you my lust
but you took my heart
without blinking
and left your memory
so I could not gloss over
what I was missing

LS 2/20/11
Joined: 11/30/2010
Msg: 1454
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Posted: 3/21/2011 6:59:02 AM
The grandkids: absolutely adorable :)

I like "Holy as the Day Is Long" alot....and "neural" too.

Good luck on the date!!!
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 3/25/2011 3:16:18 PM
thanks! Carrie Newcomer wrote Holy though...
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Posted: 4/24/2011 7:45:15 PM
little buddy

I want
a little buddy
I'm getting too pedantic
and perhaps
a little nutty

I need some
fresh experience
to brighten my existence

I need to view
the world again
with wonder
and with reverence

I need a little buddy
I'm getting kind of broody
I'm getting kind of jaded
and perhaps a little moody

yeah, I need a little buddy
but what do I have
to offer?
a worn out soul
and apathy
are all I have
to tender

I need a little buddy

LS 04/24/11
Joined: 2/23/2010
Msg: 1457
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Posted: 4/24/2011 9:32:24 PM
Hey, I got a little buddy
Best thing I have done in years
I bought a Pug/Cavalier puppy
From a rescue agency
He's about 7 months old now
I've had him for about 5 months
He demands my attention
Totally unconditional love
Bosco is his name
He makes me take him for a good walk everyday
Hell, I even logged a trail for him and me on my back acres
God he loves to play
And he loves to wrestle
He loves people and I have yet to meet anyone that dislikes him
He will lick you to death and if I let him he will climb all over you
Especially guest.
Now, I don't let him on the couch
But he don't listen when guest come over
He's all over them.
I tell him to get down, but funny, most guest say it's alright.
People stop by with bones almost every day
And he loves to ride in the car
He sits on the arm rest and his head is about 4"s away from mine
He looks at everything and growls when he sees another dog
However he never wants to fight other dogs, just wants to play
Another plus is I got someone to talk to.
He might not understand, but he listens...hey, hey
Anyway, my little buddy sure has brightened up my life.
Well, he is sleeping now in his kennel
And I got my sweetheart Nicole
Sitting on my lap as I am typing
She is an orange tabby and all day long she sits on the windowsill
She is truly a scaredy cat and won't go near the dog in the daytime
But every night when Bosco goes in his kennel
She comes out and sleeps with me every night
No matter if its the lazy boy, the couch, or my bed
She is at my side
She is expressive, especially if I don't give her some canned food with the dry
And she likes to play but only if I initiate it.
Very low maintenance and a great companion
Well, that's the story of my two buddies....
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 4/25/2011 5:46:10 PM
thanks for stopping by lawnmower man. I have those kind of buddies, what I actually meant was my grandkids are getting older and I'm craving a toddler again...oh well, it will be awhile for me. The oldest grandkid is only 13, and my girls are um, fixed.
Joined: 12/13/2006
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Posted: 5/4/2011 9:37:54 AM
Ah, am I ever with you on this one. My youngest grandbaby turns 8 this summer. But the under fivers have SO much wisdom, and see the world with such new eyes!!

Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 5/29/2011 3:57:05 PM
and those new eyes are so enchanting...I love to borrow vision...

got this I'm working on, not finished by any means. It's....acerbic. What little there is.

don't speak to me
of unrequited love
I'll fvcking choke
your turtledove
just isn't good enough
to keep you
you pine away
while someone writhes
beneath you
Joined: 11/1/2010
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Posted: 9/15/2011 7:11:13 AM
here's another from page the gutsy energy, intelligent abandon. all these really wonderful poets totally disappeared, is there some rampant disease here that killed off all these great poets?

I load up my pockets with words
my dress becomes a wide basket
for holding spiny urchins
soft now, incredibly vulnerable
i am dripping in this thin, silver voice
this siren leading me through the patches of light
of her lantern soul
I begin to smile again
following one i have been
following all my poetic life.
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 10/11/2011 5:32:30 PM
oh wonderful, thanks for that. Sorry I haven't seen it until now.

About where everyone went. Um, they killed the forums for awhile and that's what happened. They were still here but no access button. I'd like to say I write to write but err, guess I need feedback and that means an audience. That sounds so craven...
Joined: 9/16/2011
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Posted: 10/11/2011 10:44:02 PM
i liked your poem
Joined: 5/12/2006
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Posted: 10/12/2011 12:20:08 AM
I'm good with writin for an audience of one.
guess that's called email to some..
don't really matter much to me, yanno?
just lettin ya know I read ya, brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 10/24/2011 3:42:12 PM
thank you factory girl!

*kiss* love ya puppy! I know I haven't been around much but my internets been shut off. I have to use my limited phone access to keep up with email and social networking...

I wrote a poem the other day but forgot to bring it here (my daughter mels') to post.
Joined: 3/8/2007
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Posted: 10/24/2011 3:53:09 PM
Thanks Brizo...You have shown to always be a good many can count on!!!

Friends are hard to come by:
One from childhood...

Faults friend are like fall leafs
Found everywhere
True friends are like diamonds
Precious and rare

You my friend are the diamond!
Joined: 6/27/2009
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Posted: 10/24/2011 6:12:19 PM

The place has changed;
a whole new look.
Everything is gone;
i took it all away!
Although the wood seeps;
the memories creeep.
This Ole House ;
it still reeks of you!
And me; its all different
but the same.
Another leaf has turned;
yet it stays red and orange.
A little torn and tattered;
all that mattered is still
and still remains! :(
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Posted: 10/30/2011 8:18:01 PM
thanks Jules! Is that metaphorical or did you remodel your house?
Joined: 6/27/2009
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Posted: 11/11/2011 10:17:29 AM
I guess I must answer "Both!"
Not the things I always dreamed;
just colours, fabric, things of me!
All the things I treasure most;
enveloped in one big home!
A home that finally says come in;
just read my heart and soul within!
If you can stay for just one day,
it's me you'll know!
I'm here to stay! :)
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Posted: 11/22/2011 9:06:26 PM
to remember you
I touch my lips
they swell with all the things
I'll never say
from the heart you smashed
with all the things
you ever did
with everyone
and me

LS 3/11

my house sort of reflects me...but some of it is thrift stuff so not what I'd rather but what will do.
Joined: 12/7/2010
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Posted: 11/24/2011 1:09:43 PM

like yellow pollen
after two livers, talking
a choir of twelve.

chronically drained
third graders, counted
she retired, sinking
backwards, scolding.

we might sound full.

chained linked.

how much for labor?
when we bought the spanish cove home
across the street
from a two bedroom box
we shared.

wiping orange sweat
from sheets every sunday
one time.

I took her
the hallway to that room from her bald velvet chair,
the one they sold
after she died.

and a twitch and a shrill voice triggered
high notes
like melodious

a perfectly good library
where she taught
opera during exams,
barefoot amongst desks.

tapping erasers, but the most saintly
we always said,
had that smile you knew
had to be tired.

being happy all the time
during baptisms,
dramatic singing specials,
mics feeding back,
when no one could look anyone in the eye
without figuring.

we’d all go to Hell
those sweet tongues of cherubs
didn’t sound
than the real song.

as messy as graveside mud and who?
the fuck
will ever remember to hold

the gravestone straight.

Joined: 9/22/2008
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Posted: 11/27/2011 7:07:25 PM
How did that song go????

My house
is a very very fine house
with two cats in the yard
life used to be so hard
da dee da dee dee da da da dee dee

Ya putting the house up for sale....

Joined: 1/23/2010
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Posted: 12/5/2011 8:55:12 PM
I am guilty for meshing myself
in such dreams—for fantasizing
unto manic beliefs. Heal me Christ.
And I shall be whole, even complete.

A soulfelt furnace has beckoned my
being—shall I tread the center of
unpredictability? Or shall I pray that
the flame but burns for a moment?

My dearest Dream-Catcher, my
thoughts are at war—where is my
ethereal love—my balance through
the darkness!

My dearest Dream-Catcher, shall my
canvas again be blank?—where I could
then smell the roses through the rainstorm.

My dearest Dream-Catcher, the current
of love had infused me, for my energy
flitted throughout the universe, in search
of a rare heartbeat.

Joined: 12/13/2006
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Posted: 12/25/2011 10:24:27 AM
Thinking on ya, Mz Briz. May the coming year BE GOOD!! xox ♥
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Posted: 12/29/2011 12:10:56 AM
wow, a LOT of visitors. Thanks Cyn, Hummingbird, Truth (welcome), Pickles, Naive (welcome back!) and Woobs...

well, I've got the internet back, and a long, long road it's been. I'm still addicted and I just don't care. I'm ridiculously happy to be here, on the net. There, I said it.

Hmm, I have a poem in progress, and....I can't find it.

Anyhow, my dad is living with me and he's moving this weekend, into independent living temporarily and we hope very soon assisted living. My life has been hospitals, doctors, veterans office, medicaid, phone calls to nursing homes, home health care, shopping for equipment, loading med boxes...

And I had the flu on Christmas. Yes, I did. To say it sucked doesn't begin to describe. I missed the Big Brunch and gift unwrapping and dad slept till four because no one got him up.

well, I'll post this just because I like it.

e.e. cummings - the boys i mean are not refined

the boys i mean are not refined
they go with girls who buck and bite
they do not give a **** for luck
they hump them thirteen times a night

one hangs a hat upon her tit
one carves a cross on her behind
they do not give a shit for wit
the boys i mean are not refined

they come with girls who bite and buck
who cannot read and cannot write
who laugh like they would fall apart
and masturbate with dynamite

the boys i mean are not refined
they cannot chat of that and this
they do not give a fart for art
they kill like you would take a piss

they speak whatever's on their mind
they do whatever's in their pants
the boys i mean are not refined
they shake the mountains when they dance
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