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 Brizo
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Although I have quite a few poems scattered through the poetry forums, I hesitated to start my own thread. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to tend it very well in the summer months, when I have to spend a great deal of time outdoors taking care of the lawn ( I have several acres) and gardens. I will be gathering up stuff and bringing it here, so it might be kind of repetitious for some of you regular forums posters. Please feel free to post. I don't consider myself a genius, just someone who enjoys writing......

Rue

low clouds supress spirit
rain stifles joy
wind flays leaves and skin
sink in boggy earth
scanning for snow
long shadow creeps
to tinge the sky
and seeping
chill the marrow
 Brizo
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Posted: 3/9/2007 7:23:16 AM
Eyes 12/05/06

do not weep
my stunned seduced mind
he leaves to be love's maniac
and all who love are blind

farewell my friend I've never met
peace follow through your life
thank you for the gift of words
and stay away from strife

the beauty of your soul
shone light upon my own
I hope one day you visit
and leave in place a poem....
 Brizo
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Posted: 3/9/2007 7:37:52 AM
Thanks for the housewarming gift Cyn! You are always the most gracious woman, and I hope you do get to feel love's warm hug again.....it feels so odd to know they are looking at the same moon you are.....but so far away.....
 Brizo
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Posted: 3/9/2007 10:53:22 AM
Hi penpal, Yes, I do like your new name. It suits you, though at first I thought someone pushy had taken over your thread.... I'm kind of puzzled as to why you are relieved though....but you can visit me here....

Autumn, welcome! You were right, it was time I got a thread, I'm scattered all over, though I saved most everything in a folder on my computer....and thanks for the lovely gift! Om is right, you ARE on fire lately.....hope some of the coals fall over here....




Middling

feeling that the best
is a test between the stains
I dont choose black or white
but the color that remains

To live a life in shades of gray
is something to ascribe to
moderation come what may
live to love another day
consider what you do or say
greet the morning new

LS
 woobytoodsday
Joined: 12/13/2006
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Posted: 3/9/2007 12:05:44 PM
Ah. The Chinese have a phrase I love: dididaodaomamahuhu (aka deedee dowdow mama hoohoo). mamahuhu means so-so. dididaodao means exceptionally. Exceptionally so-so. . . . How not to love it, lol!?



Plant wildflowers in your lawn. Make a meadow. Give us your poetry!
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 Brizo
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Posted: 3/9/2007 12:40:27 PM
well, I am most exceptionally so-so.....kind of covers all the bases, huh? Are the Chinese always cautious, or is the phrase just a quirk? I've got to get to bed before I drop over, been working the night shift, and this is Friday....my playday.....it feels especially nice to goof off when everyone else is working...

Temptation 1993

you kissed me
a full moon shone
the sweetness of your kiss
dragged it's nails across my
heart
and blood welled up
where pleasure lingered
the pain of what could not be
but begged to be considered
and damn me
I would go back
to that moment

LS
 Brizo
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Posted: 3/9/2007 5:35:11 PM
sky, I think you're a hoot.....write whatever you feel like writing, I don't take myself very seriously......I've never experienced the penis in plural either, except for working in a nursing home.....


Silent Scream 1990

I felt your pull
across familiar miles we once travelled
together
traveling away
alone
slipping silent tears
somewhere outside your hometown
My heart snapped
and broke
my love
I will never be the same
again

LS
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Posted: 3/9/2007 6:15:12 PM
oh Om, that's a pretty "upstanding" example you've set for us.....

so objects in the mirror are larger than they appear......
how hard was it to type and hold that mirror?


Return to Sender 1991

Lately I'm like
a lost letter
unopened, unread
unloved
Is it any wonder
I sometimes think
of mailing myself
to a different destination
I know you thought
you were the postmaster
but baby you forgot
to stamp me

LS
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Posted: 3/9/2007 6:34:28 PM
The Great Alone 1988


If anyone asks
for the record
it was the alone

it was the finger drumming
the clock watching
the supper turned cold

it was the final shrug and sigh
the unsatisfied desire

it was the unfixed bike
the unfilled aquarium

it was the impatient frown
it was sleeping, or watching tv
busy, always busy

it was my crying face
turned away so you couldn't
see
my quiet breathing so you didn't
hear
I wouldn't want to
disturb
you

it was the great alone


a poem about my marriage..... I wrote many others but they are dreck and need considerable work......and they're about the length of Canterbury Tales.....
 woobytoodsday
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Posted: 3/9/2007 7:31:34 PM
Well, one at a time

Each so like itself
and yet, unlike

its bumps and grinds

with and without cowl
arc up or down
or right or left
same with bends
in the middle
and colors
and textures

Shrinking, violet
or scarlet madman

And it never matters
what it thinks
of itself
Only how
it's put to use

maker of symphonies
and doggerel

I'd be willing
to testify:
there is
more than
one



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 Brizo
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Posted: 3/9/2007 8:53:56 PM
Alyosha I was waiting for you....I loved my husband very much too,but he kept trying to kill me...I guess the feeling wasn't mutual... I hope you'll accept distilled water, the well water here has a lot of iron, and a curious thing, natural effervescence(sp?) If you are not holding your glass firmly, it can be knocked from your hand....there is an urban legend about someone burning themselves on the toilet while having a smoke....

Bubblez Thanks for dropping off one of your beautiful works...and may I compliment you on your loveliness, both internal and external...

Om You're such a wonderful soul, we all think so....and one day there will be a lady we'll have to argue with about who loves you more........

Sky In my marriage, I was so numb I just wrote stream of consciousness stuff, nothing very good, just wanting to get rid of the rage I was so afraid of I used the emergency shut off valve...the love poems are for Dean, the healer, and Ed, the one that got away...

msblueroses Thank you for the compliment! That finally came out after the divorce, when I could turn the faucet on again, and turned out to be my best friends favorite too....

wooby you're right...though they have similarity, no two are alike....and nearly always a beautiful sight....



Struggle with the higher Self 1991

Wild things will never
come
to your hand
if you close it
around them

Give me
your wild heart
and I'll try to keep
my palm open

the gift of
your feelings
means nothing
if they were not
freely given
without manipulation
or interference

I need to know
I earned
love
that you didn't
just forfeit

LS
 Brizo
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Posted: 3/10/2007 8:17:05 AM
Sky The one's I posted aren't what I'm referring to......those are in a folder and I might separate them into something smaller, work with what I like and keep it, and toss the rest. Like I said, really long stream of consciousness stuff from when I was most likely schizoid. I now realize I was bipolar cycling, fortunately aging and menopause has mellowed it way down. In my twenties and thirties I would have liked to jump out of my own skin and run away from myself.......my poor kids could have used a sign.....mom is MANIC today .......

We know so much more these days, especially about heredity and mental states.....


Daddy Longlegs 1991

your smile flashes
across your face
and leaves a dimple
to remind me
of the warmth I saw
so fleetingly
my heart turns over
with love
and stores your dimple
with the others
to warm me
against the chill
of the future

LS
 woobytoodsday
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Posted: 3/10/2007 8:39:25 AM
What Brolga said!!



 Brizo
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Posted: 3/10/2007 8:58:15 AM
Thank you ladies........you are both so very talented your compliments are heady praise indeed....

Brolga , are you going to continue with our hero, you left him in a burning building......and I have fallen in love with your story.......

Wooby Just don't ever stop being you, people like you are one of the reasons I'm so glad the internet was invented, I might never have met you otherwise.....

All poems previously posted on Eyes Wide Shut's thread, I fell in love with his writing, as so many of us did....

This was my first post on Salty's Alphabet thread......

Bar 10/29/06

smoky swollen slits spy
grotesque gyrating girls
boistrous boinking boys
dazed disbelief
jaded judgement
hoarse husky hollering
enlivened elbowing
jovial jostling
inbred impenetrable isolation
dwindling dollars
daunting drive
humble heavenly harbor
home

LS

aha, Sky you sneaked in there while I was posting..........as I've gotten older, I talk less and less.....perhaps we begin to realize that less is more.......not less words, per se, but I notice my kids listen to my advice when they have to ask for it, and I have learned to have comfortable silences, and to look for that ability in a partner - the ability for both of us to be comfortable with each others' silence.......oh, and the daddy longlegs (you naughty thing) is a man whose measurements were 34W36L, who was 6'3"........however, nature being what it is, there is proportion......(wink, wink)
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Posted: 3/10/2007 7:01:00 PM
Brolga If the pictures I've seen on woobys blog are of her home, it's gorgeous........and I do like Milt, but I think he should boink the landlady....though she might not be so inclined after he burns her house......

bubblez I love the UP, I've been there twice now. I've considered living there or back in Washington State, because of the trees...I'm sorry for your loss, I've read a few poems and they're heartbreaking....the city of Savannah is one of my favorites, along with Charleston....

OmI really like that poem......my grandma says there's a lid for every pot. I believe her! I'm not sure if I want to buy a lid, or just rent one....but then again, if it's MY lid, it will fit just right....

ravin I read what you wrote about being embryonic....only if you are considering your powerful creative potential. I don't think you're aware of how talented you are....and I love playing in the threads with you...and it only takes one ticket to win....





suncatcher 12/13/06

but I would never cry
if I believed in that, then I'd be blind
the pollyanna of my soul
has flooded the curmudgeon with
sunshine

I choose the prism view I want to see
in life's multi faceted refraction
if self absorbs the vibes that come to be
then I will choose a positive direction

LS
 woobytoodsday
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Posted: 3/10/2007 8:55:34 PM
You guys. . . made me grin.

Ya'll are welcome to my kitchen anytime you are coming to (or by) WV. The bloggers on my other blogging site, the political one, meet and greet in various parts of the country at various times. There have been meetings in Massachusetts, in NYC, in San Francisco, in Chicago, in San Diego -- sometimes official, sometimes, very unofficial (as in the nonnekkid bloggers brunch. . . .) That site was in fact where I met Edwin, and got my whole life changed. I'm a HUGE believer in "virtual" friendships.



 woobytoodsday
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Posted: 3/10/2007 8:59:10 PM
Do come Ravin, do!


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 woobytoodsday
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Posted: 3/10/2007 9:01:16 PM
Imagine: Brolga, Brizo, Ravin, and wooby, all in one room. Man, the amount of magik. . . .


WOW!
 woobytoodsday
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Posted: 3/10/2007 9:06:37 PM
Roberto, I hope she says YES!!

[edit: LOL!^^^^]


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Posted: 3/10/2007 9:15:43 PM
Poetfriend Of course you may! You have such exquisite manners....whomever you are asking in your poem, she's lucky to have you....

Does anyone know when is the pagan holiday when you wash your face with morning dew? Is that Beltaine? (sp) That is May 1st, Mayday, right? In the celtic legends, that is how Diedre tempted the prince.....


Forward December 14,2006

my life hopefully is ready to take flight
on wings by spirit fueled
breathless I release my kite
heart in throat while fate
and reason have their duel

LS
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Posted: 3/10/2007 11:43:49 PM
Brolga well, I haven't got the bust..... hope you brought one.....

Autumn for me, the hype was worse than anything.....the rest was, dare I say it, anticlimactic.....I'm feeling very punny today......

Ravin I read the legend, and it didn't say anything about the dew, however, I found a way to include it, because it's very sensual........took me forevah.....

and, it's my party and I'll lie if I want to, lie if I want to, lie if I want to......


Deirdre 3/11/07

Her beauty was a legend from her birth
Cathbad the druid prophesied a war
to force three high born warriors from their hearth
all for her grey-green eyes and ruby hair

all this because Naoise saw her shining
washing her lovely face with morning dew
and ever after for her he was pining >>>>(this part is poetic liscense)
and so the fateful tale that would ensue

Conchobar had her brought up in seclusion
to marry him when she had come of age
but all his plans would come to no conclusion
when she eloped with handsome Naoise

His brothers sons of Uisnech with them fled
to Scotland, but they could never rest
the kings would kill to seek Deirde's bed
they hid upon an island they thought best

Conchobars trackers had their party found
deceitfully he welcomed them back home
safe conduct and an escort he sent round
then he sent spies upon the path they came

he asked if Deirdre's beauty had been lost
her nursemaid tried to save her and she lied
but Deirdres beauty still was Irelands boast
outnumbered, Naoise and his brothers died

Conchobar could not win fair Deirdres love
he gifted Naoises killer with her hand
but Deirdre managed still to rise above
and never did she wear the wedding band

Deirdre dashed her head against a rock
by leaning from her chariot aside
her death to Conchobar was a great mock
no longer was she anybodys bride

LS

okay, so it's not Yeats.........
VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV Will do the ballad thing.....hey, can I war a coconut bra? Then they can say I've got a lovely pair of coconuts......
 woobytoodsday
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I Washed My Face In The Morning Dew
Posted: 3/11/2007 10:52:07 AM
I Washed My Face In The Morning Dew
Tom T Hall
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The first strange town I was ever in
The county was hangin' a man
Nobody cared if he lived or died
And I just didn't understand

So I washed my face in the morning dew
Bathed my soul in the sun
Washed my face in the morning dew
And kept on movin' along

The second strange town I was in
They were laughing at a poor crippled man
Begging for nickels and dimes on the street
And I just didn't understand

The third strange town that I was in
Was settled, peaceful and nice
The rich got richer and the poor got poorer
And to me it just didn't seem right

So I washed my face in the morning dew
Bathed my soul in the sun
Washed my face in the morning dew
And kept on movin' along

Some day things are bound to change
It can't be very far
And each injustice I have seen
Will come before the bar

Then I'll wash my face in the morning dew
Bathe my soul in the sun
Wash my face in the morning dew
And keep on movin' along


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Posted: 3/11/2007 12:06:20 PM
oh lovely Ravin.......and I love the word rut....

wooby, I will take the scarlet madman, my favorite facet of the penis......it's so odd that you posted the Tom T.Hall, which I absolutely loved. I was thinking of the pagan practice, and how cleansed I would feel if I participated. Do you think perhaps babtism echoes this? After all, paganism and mother religion came first, and Ireland converted St.Brigid from a celtic goddess.....

Jer If you sneak in, we'll just tell you stories. Unless you let us dress you up..... Jarod Leto looks mighty nice in eyeliner.......I saw him on MTV ....... Seriously, thanks for the poem.....


borrowed finery 12/19/2006

She hastily gathers up
the beautiful lent feathers
pheasant, peacock, phoenix and
bird of paradise
fixes them with wax
and soars
but not so high
as to melt the wax
by eclipsing
the sun

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 woobytoodsday
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To bathe in morning dew
Posted: 3/11/2007 12:15:13 PM
To bathe in morning dew
and dress in hollyhock and heart's ease
comb clover into hair
and berry lips
step out to larksong and bee buzz

watch the fire eye
circle the sky
and dip just at
the witch's hour

light chips paled out
crickets chorus rising
the hand of the unknown lover
reaching, reaching

Will you let him find you
~~ this time?

Old memories
soul memories



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Posted: 3/11/2007 4:28:59 PM
Thanks, Ravin

Wooby I'm skeered, but Ima trying to stand still.....that poem is simply gorgeous....

this is from Tob's thread, after he lost someone...

Old Ones

Old ones are never really lost
they are still with us
in shape of eye
and set of chin
and odd mannerisms
reflected in children
and grandchildren
and deeds are passed down
in family tales
and so they live on in gene, blood
bone and sinew
disposition
and mettle
stories
and love.........

LS
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