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 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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brizo's poems
Posted: 2/5/2017 4:49:38 PM
Overcome this uncertainty
This need to always know
swallow insecurity
into the dark you go
opening your mind
to anything encountered
and maybe you will find
your question has been answered

brizo

from eight line stanzas
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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8 Line Poetry Stanzas - Use Last Line 4 First Line
Posted: 2/5/2017 4:42:28 PM
Overcome this uncertainty
This need to always know
swallow insecurity
into the dark you go
opening your mind
to anything encountered
and maybe you will find
your question has been answered
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 3149 (view)
 
Shakin' up the afterlife
Posted: 1/4/2016 8:51:41 PM
The Great I AM

But to forget
I dare you
I am the dappled sun
that lights your way
with warmth
I am the flower, nodding
to the bee
I am the cooling breeze
that sets the leaves to whisper
I am the wild, the fey
the feral
watching your noisy progress
with somber eyes
I am the water that sings
over rocks
and baptizes soil and seed
one day, you will join me
beyond remembering
you will, finally
know peace
through grace
in being

©LS 7/22/08 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

I don't know why, but you're on my mind today. Miss you dawg, but I know you're still a part of this universe.
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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should Ior should I not
Posted: 10/6/2014 9:14:56 AM
The fact itself you don't have a car wouldn't bother me. The reason why might. Around here which is a rural area cars are very important, as there are very few taxis and no bus system. Most people who don't have a car in this area lost their license for drugs or drinking or being uninsured.

So just a short explanation that it's a lifestyle choice (health, environment-whatever), and that you live within walking or biking distance to everything you need. I'm kind of jealous actually. I wish that were possible but I live ten miles out.
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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beautiful
Posted: 10/6/2014 8:42:37 AM
oh wow, no idea you had posted perfectly me. I love the poem, it's really good. Timely too, with crippling winter approaching...:-(

what about bob?
you -
I tried to accept you
I tried
but you make my father
look at me with narrowed eyes

he is afraid of everything now
he thinks he is so evil
that others can become infected
just by touching him

he thinks he has done awful things
he thinks the people who love him
are plotting his demise
and he can't trust anyone

I miss him
I miss our dinners
and online shopping
one screen, two chairs

I miss chatting
while I am filling pills
I miss him asking
for copies of my music

now his mouth hangs open
while he drools
now he stands confused
in complete indecision
at the simplest choice

and all I am left with is you
and who the hell are you
and what have you done
with my father?

©brizo 10/05/2014
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 2291 (view)
 
beautiful
Posted: 7/12/2014 11:19:19 AM
Aqualung

He took from you
but he has you convinced
you made an offer

wrinkles crave the smooth
the guileless new
in your full coffer

attention is a coin
you wanted him
to let you join

and you will one day realize
the thing he took
the thing that only you can give
was a great loss

and all the tidbits
that he threw you
came at such a heavy cost
and it affects the way you live

the girlhood ghost
will tunnel under to forget
and struggle over to forgive

© brizo 7/11/14
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 17 (view)
 
How important is the narrative in a profile?
Posted: 6/22/2014 6:53:53 PM
I have to ask how important myself sometimes...when it's clear they never read my profile.

For those women who are are going to read your profile, you need more paragraph breaks. You suffer a bit from the dreaded walloftext. If I have to place my finger on the screen to follow where I am - well, I won't. Your profile isn't a truly bad case of walloftext but I think you could get your point across about your profession if you put it into a sentence by itself and bolded it.
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 1070 (view)
 
Leaves, and other noises
Posted: 6/20/2014 11:16:30 PM
welcome back sweetie...♥♥♥
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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beautiful
Posted: 6/20/2014 11:13:59 PM
wow, I just tried to "like" a post 0_O

thanks all! I was just funning...over there in first/last, my old stomping grounds before the muse forsook me. Omg, forsook is a word?

sometimes I miss this place...
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 2287 (view)
 
beautiful
Posted: 6/6/2014 6:16:49 PM
Alice in Dunderland

Coupons good at the mad hattery
with fading smile
the Chesire Cat's your clerk
he'll take your money
then he'll stick around
invisible to lurk
hiding from the Red Queens
homicidal quirk
the Caterpillar tokes his hookah
with a smirk
his High-Q seemingly increasing
as a perk
you watch it all
with sanity
dissolving as a boundary
when rationality
is too much work

brizo 6/06/14
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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last line, first line
Posted: 6/6/2014 3:40:33 PM
Coupons good at the mad hattery
with fading smile
the Chesire Cat's your clerk
he'll take your money
then he'll stick around
invisible to lurk
hiding from the Red Queens
homicidal quirk
the Caterpillar tokes his hookah
with a smirk
his High-Q seemingly increasing
as a perk
you watch it all
with sanity
dissolving as a boundary
when rationality
is too much work
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 2209 (view)
 
Divine Vibration
Posted: 1/26/2013 7:58:52 PM
When I was negative eight years
Old, the moon
Was placed in my hands, and the
Woman in the sun clad me in shine.

Maybe I’m no more than an
Imagining, floating through the
Garden, maybe I’m no more than a
Voice, walking through the forest;

But the presence is soulfelt, soulfelt
And moving through time, making
Motion in this motionless frequency,
Making the unreal, inexplicably real.

You wrote this and left it in my thread....I really loved it and thought I'd put it here where you'll have it...
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 1324 (view)
 
The Sacred Act of Story Tellling Though Womens Eyes. For Women Writers
Posted: 9/24/2012 10:32:34 PM
hey, you're still around! Doing a drive by hug *muah*
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 9/24/2012 10:26:56 PM
the soul
in question
walked, unaware
of the situation
while god and the devil
diced by the campfire
and planned to test faith
with tribulation
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 5/2/2012 9:38:52 PM
Are we let down
A chance at love of strangers
from something high to use
for their amusement
and all along we thought
that we were choosing
and all along we thought
we knew the dangers
we stumble into love
and rub our bruises
too often, they're the only thing
that lingers
and we can feel the echo
in our fingers
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Regaining Composure
Posted: 2/12/2012 7:12:51 PM
so glad you're back writing with us Joshua...if I don't see you before, Happy Valentine's Day!
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 2634 (view)
 
SKANKING FOR HEGEMONIES
Posted: 2/12/2012 7:06:07 PM
me to,, though the title is kind of throwing me...as in, I don't understand it...
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 2/11/2012 11:06:07 AM
Purple Haze
there is no edge to sorrow
grief becomes a shroud
tightly wound and wrapped

and confused by fog
turning to the past
who can face tomorrow
or ever be reached
by the light of the future

bruised fate
becomes a self fulfilling
prophecy
pain begets pain

and the wallower
drowns
in the salt sea

and the cowardly
flinches
against injury

and in the prime
of life
shuts the door
against possibility

she should have
walked over the sharp
bones
and cut into sorrow

bloody feet
marking the path
away from pain
and the beguilement
of ghosts
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 2/5/2012 7:48:33 AM
when a tree has fallen on your head
you might just think that you are dead
you touch the spot and come up red
do not lay down and go to bed

if might just be your last big sleep
you close your eyes and drift down deep
and someone takes your soul to keep
and all those left behind will weep
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 937 (view)
 
Life's Painting
Posted: 1/28/2012 8:36:02 PM
Oh, sorry...you can' t read my mind?? lol

I went back to the beginning of the thread. I had no idea...makes you even more special.
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Can being accommodating be a bad thing?
Posted: 1/24/2012 11:29:43 PM
So how can I work on my accommodating skills to where I dont come off as a spineless pushover? And how do I try to take charge without taking control?

Any time you do have a preference, speak up. You have a right to your preferences so don't think of it as having to assert yourself or defend yourself and it will come off in a natural way as an organic part of the conversation.
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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If woman is still married but seperated for 4 years???
Posted: 1/24/2012 11:17:59 PM
I would say because of the amount of time that has gone by she hasn't much interest in reviving that relationship. He might not be of the same mindset, but it doesn't really matter if she is adamant.

My sis was separated for many years, and never bothered to make it official. Both times. I think staying married might have been her insurance against getting married.
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Life's Painting
Posted: 1/21/2012 6:47:28 PM
wow, I had no idea babe...much love to you. You're still blowing me away with your writing.
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 2285 (view)
 
beautiful
Posted: 1/21/2012 6:28:00 PM
Becks! yeah, hopefully they'll come back. I notice a lot of them are starting to trickle in...
thanks for stopping by, great to see you again!



and the mirror cracked



when the fool is you

the mirror
becomes an enemy

truth becomes
a bomb

designed to explode

and shatter

the shell
of your myths

LS 01/23/12
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/21/2012 6:23:26 PM
when the fool is you
the mirror
becomes an enemy
truth becomes
a bomb

designed to explode

and shatter
the shell
of your myths
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 2433 (view)
 
The Age of Innocence
Posted: 1/21/2012 6:19:16 PM
Becks!! It's great to see you back here. I know, I know...I was gone too....
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 938 (view)
 
Shelter me...home
Posted: 1/20/2012 8:31:52 PM
I know what you're saying AD, but handouts are not opportunity. We're still fostering dependence. Actually, the whole welfare thing burns my butt, regardless of color.
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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beautiful
Posted: 1/20/2012 8:29:08 PM
Joshua! *tackles and smooches*

can't help wondering if you're talking about the old forums....lmao...

Soooo glad to see you back on here baby...
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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beautiful
Posted: 1/18/2012 9:26:00 PM
bound


blindfolds, chains and claims
of a larcenous nature

is it criminal
to surrender?

there is no higher law
than the stirring
of desire

and the bondage
of yearning

LS 01/18/2012
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 2401 (view)
 
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/18/2012 9:07:20 PM
blindfolds, chains and claims
of a larcenous nature

is it criminal
to surrender?

there is no higher law
than the stirring
of desire

and the bondage
of yearning
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 936 (view)
 
Shelter me...home
Posted: 1/16/2012 7:34:02 PM
The majority of blacks are still waiting for opportunity and financial equality...
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 204 (view)
 
So far LOVING my new year!
Posted: 1/16/2012 7:24:48 PM
welcome back! and welcome back again!

(message was too short)
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Fan Writes ...
Posted: 1/14/2012 7:28:37 AM
Wooby

in the forest
I've never seen
she exists
in understory
filmy green

I make my lists
of things that I
must do
and somewhere
I put you

1/1/12
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 2279 (view)
 
beautiful
Posted: 1/10/2012 10:33:53 PM
I'm guilty of being an armchair plotter...and then my children went and lived their own lives, and outdid any plot I might have imagined...

love, actually

theres no redemption
in all this deceiving
the truth is knotted
inside my self protection

I loved you

but that was just your bauble
a shiny thing to attract
the next jaybird
with the sweetness
of stolen things

01/10/2012
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/10/2012 6:45:05 PM
there is no redemption
in all this deceiving
the truth is knotted
inside my self protection

I loved you

but that was just your bauble
a shiny thing to attract
the next jaybird
with the sweetness
of stolen things
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/9/2012 5:45:27 PM
Blasting all languages
into an abyss
where the tongues of babylon
run shreiking
like currents in a stream
toward the white water rapids

does God wish for birdsong?
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 2278 (view)
 
beautiful
Posted: 1/9/2012 5:37:19 PM
aww, thanks dreaming... :-)

Missed being here, but the well is soooo dry. Just, nothing.
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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beautiful
Posted: 1/8/2012 8:51:47 PM
beneath

Those eyes have to pretend
acceptance
and submission
no pride or honor
to defend
injustice smothered
in suppression
simmering resentment
barely covered
by contrition
shimmering in a glaze
of tears
and bought
with inner friction

LS 01/08/12
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 2370 (view)
 
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/8/2012 8:47:40 PM
Those eyes have to pretend
acceptance
and submission
no pride or honor
to defend
injustice smothered
in suppression
simmering resentment
barely covered
by contrition
shimmering in a glaze
of tears
and bought
with inner friction
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Dreams As Opposite Gender
Posted: 1/2/2012 10:06:09 PM
I did once, I was a guy and I was aware I was a girl dreaming as a guy. I was a Viking, we were looting. I didn't have a chance to have sex because I got stabbed in the neck. And my neck was sore the next day.

I haven't had another gender switch dream.
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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beautiful
Posted: 1/1/2012 7:08:12 PM
asbo steve you did just fine commenting. I wrote a lot after the death of my nephew, and some poems are about my mom, the impression her dying made on me, years later. Very sorry about your son.
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Brizo's poems
Posted: 1/1/2012 5:16:26 PM
ha, found one I don't think I posted in here yet.

jackdaw

bling
I am dazzled by
the gifts
you throw me
distractions
so you don't have
to know me?
I cannot be bought
or even rented
I will catch
your shiny things
(though they were baited)
I just want you to know
I wasn't blinded
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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Crazy Scorpio Chicks theory of that crazy stuff...
Posted: 1/1/2012 5:04:24 PM
musees?

just doing a drive by hug *SWAK*
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 1/1/2012 4:58:41 PM
:-)

Great news for the New Years babe!

in the forest
I've never seen
she exists
in understory
filmy green

I make my lists
of things that I
must do
and somewhere
I put you
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 2348 (view)
 
First Line, Last Line (Part Deux)
Posted: 1/1/2012 4:45:24 PM
set us all free
it's time for a change
I could live with
your compromise
but your amnesia
makes me search
for yes we can
in another man
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 2274 (view)
 
Brizo's poems
Posted: 1/1/2012 4:40:50 PM
well, the dad care is kind of down to me...I'm not so noble as I am present. There are days...grrrr....

the cummings I love, especially the part about " laugh as though they'd fall apart and masturbate with dynamite." So precisely descriptive. Don't we all know girls like that?

but my favorite is this one:

anyone lived in a pretty how town
by E. E. Cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 12/29/2011 12:15:38 AM
How tall are you Woobs? Maybe you can get in the 130s...that's my goal weight. I've had ten or less pounds usually to lose to get there but think I can?
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 2272 (view)
 
Brizo's poems
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
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
Msg: 2267 (view)
 
Brizo's poems
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
simultaneously

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.
 brizo
Joined: 2/19/2006
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The Great Virtue Sitting Parlor and Greasy Spoon
Posted: 11/22/2011 8:35:44 PM
I hope you get in there soon...*hugs*

the poems are great. Love when people write about real stuff.
 
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