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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 12/4/2005 7:11:56 PM | Howdy ho to ya’all… Tis the season for fun in the snow
Miz, Kobold - - Glad you came out to leave us some of your writes, they are great as always…
Pickles and Rory - - Well, you continue to make me laugh … ;-)
Ahh, Mari-Sam - - I loved your Troll write!! How goes life?
Hi ya to Dewkiss, poet and Misterez
Da Goat --- Your Sermon was delightful, uplifting and inspiring, I left my Canadian tire contribution in the hat ….. Now it’s back to my beer…
Your words stand strong, me’love
Ahh yes- - - Bankers and Brokers in their suits are bloody annoying…
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Tears of dust cover the snow
The passage of time
Simple moments lost in dreams
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Night folks, see yous later | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 12/4/2005 7:27:48 PM | Breathing & Goat,
All is great here, except this snow, hahahaha
I'm ready for summer alredy!!!!
Hope everything is going great for you two!!!!
Sam | |
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| read on!!!!!!!!1
Posted: 12/4/2005 7:52:29 PM | Wow! The Barn has been spammed...now we've hit the big time. Thanks, Riggs!
Instead of sending one dollar in six envelopes to the addresses on the list, I'll just tell you to go hump your fist.
Go. Hump. Your. Fist.
G'night! | |
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| R.I.P. Riggs
Posted: 12/4/2005 8:07:42 PM | Sorry, Riggs...I didn't know you were a marked man. I shoulda been kinder to you and I shoulda sent that dollar - even just one - to that address. Now you're gone and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. Sorry, man.
But you can still go hump your fist.
Bless the admins...they run a right ship here.
Now I'm really going to bed now.
Whuh? Hello Mari! And hi, Rory! I didn't see you, as you obscured by all the spam that rolled through here tonight.
Ah, you warm my heart with the banker's bits poems. Excellent!
Okay...g'night for real, eh? | |
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| inside outside upside down
Posted: 12/5/2005 5:42:37 PM | inside outside...outside inside....
it is amazing what they can do....
architects today... technology....
sitting at a table overlooking the water...river boats going by....
plants blooming all around...fish in the water...ducks in a corner....
balconys with tables and chairs..just overlooking "the Delta"...
music...dancing fountains... children laughing... trees overhead...walkways over...
almost like you were outside...yet there is a dome overhead...made of glass...faceted to allow the sunshine in....to create a giant hot house.... an almost warm...imitation of the south...without the humidity.......
and the smells...they just arn't right...not for a river... not for being outside...
it looks the way it should , yet when you close your eyes... the smells are not there... you know what I mean .....when you are out at the river... fishing... or swimming in a lake....hanging out at the pond..... the smell you find... not really bad just a hint of decomposition... and when you look in the water...mud and sediment in the bottom you see the leaves that have washed down from up stream..,fallen from the trees along the edge of the water.....but in this river those things are missing...there are giant coy fish... but missing are the sunperch...the catfish...the bass.... that make it truly southern......
I suppose if you had a few drinks...it might seem close to the real thing.... and it is a very interesting concept...it does make you want to take a trip to the delta.... to throw a line in the creek...bait a hook and see just how many perch you can catch in an hour....
but somehow that place.... a river made from the water from so many other places...just isn't the same...I guess things never really are... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/5/2005 5:48:25 PM | Howdy all! A quick post and run here...welcome to Pink43...thanks for the compliment. It's a pretty loose ship we run here, but it's still watertight if you know what I mean.
Hello to the barn dwellers! You guys are the best! Still!
Post and run:
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Fresh Christmas Ramble
Sleigh bells ring
Are you listenin’?
Hear them ring
I am glistenin’
I’m wearing my briefs
Feeling like a chief
Walkin’ ‘round in women’s underwear
Here I am
With bloated belly
Passed out
In front of the telly
I’m dipped in oil
Feels good on my boils
Walkin’ ‘round in women’s underwear
Ah…enough of that
Christmas is coming
And too many mandarin oranges
Were eaten today
In a few hours, too
Orange poo
I will spew
Oh, that was a bit offside.
Good for a Monday
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Can you tell that was spontaneous? It took me 30 seconds to crank that one out. Like a burp, it was effortless...and it shows.
Well, g'night! See youse tomorrow, eh? | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/5/2005 6:36:14 PM | Hi Sukari...you snuck in there ahead of me! Good to see you and your elegant words...the Barn misses you.
It told me so...yup, yup..it did...
It is really good to see you back here and posting. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/6/2005 5:55:59 AM | Little boxes in my dining room
And they're all filled with ticky tacky
I am packing
I am moving
And its driving me insane
The only box that I'll give room to
Once I am unpacked again
Will be wooden
Have brass handles
I will never move again
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/6/2005 6:43:52 PM | Howdy all....and how-deeeee to Pickles-dear.
You can bet that's the way I feel about moving too. I'm so against it, I'd rather be shot out of a cannon rather than being placed in a box for my "final move".
Urgh.
Well, here's a ditty I whipped up after listening to six solid hours of the Boney-M Christmas album today. Weep for Goaty...
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The Christmas Music Has Started
Pray tell, what is a Boney-M?
Those well-sung people
From a band that broke up years ago
Deep in the disco era
Deep in bass
Rich in Christmas music
Every year their album gets trotted out
Like a show pony
And asked to perform trick after trick
Until it’s time to go home
And, tirelessly, it does
I know the band
But what is a Boney-M?
It almost sounds sensual
Or at least interesting
In a coffee-table book way
But I have this feeling it isn’t
Boney-M is named after a skinny guy
Named “Mike” or “Mitch”
Or something
Christmas can’t come
And go
Too soon
As long as Boney-M
Sings about a little town in
Beth
Le
Hem
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That song is in my head....ergh! I'll need a power-drill to get the beastie out!!!
Or another beer...yar...
Okay...take care, sleep well and I'll be right back hyar tomorrow-like. G'night! | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/6/2005 9:30:30 PM | OMG.....you are tuned into my house.......
Thank you POF for this is SO awesome...
The LARD is in my house
All together now......
Long time ago in
Beth
Le
Hem
ahem hacccccarghhhh
phutcackahhughyort
so the lowly.bible.......phutcackahhughyort
nah got phleghm
canna sing laddie
Scottie
beam me up
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/7/2005 5:34:53 AM | good morning all
hope all is well, pickles girl you always crack me up....way to go...lol
well just wrote this, I love christmas, it's my favorite time of the year....hey isn't that a song?...lol anyway.....
I am just so tired of the commercialiazation of christmas.....wish more people would get into the spirit of it, spend more time with family, making traditions, etc.....
Oh well....so this is my rant to help me through....enjoy..
It’s that time again
The season is here
Time to do the shopping
Then get drunk on beer
The stockings are hung
By the chimney with care
Getting so stressed out
Losing all my hair
Presents are wrapped
Placed nicely under the tree
Don’t even touch me
I’m f’n grumpy can’t you see?
Spent the day baking
Loading up all kinds of plates
Gained 10 pounds because of
All the sampling I ate
Christmas music is playing
Where ever you go now
Tired of hearing jingle bells
Can it be shoved somewhere some how?
Santa baby bring to me this year
Presents of the expensive kind
Don’t skimp out or else
You will have my foot up your behind
Well now its time for me to close this rant
And start to spread some joy
Oh by the way next year I will give
Myself a present my very own boy toy…..
Miz
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/7/2005 5:33:26 PM | Hello all. Hello to Pickles and a big ol' howdy to Miz! Hi Miz!
Pickles...that song has been in my head since yesterday. "A long time ago in Beth. Le. Hem." ergh...I had a feeling you would have that on in your house. Well, it is the season for Boney-M.
Miz...a whiz-bang of a poem. I don't mind Christmas myself, just all that rushing around, cranky people who figure they "have" to buy half the free world for everyone on credit and then inflict their bad tempers on everyone else...feh...
Anyway...that brings me to the daily poem:
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Here Comes Sanity Clause
‘Tis the silly season, to be sure
When people and vehicles travel in blurs
See them in stores, darting in and out
Limping on their tired feet like they have gout
See them argue, drowning in what they bought
See them tie their holiday shit in knots
Oh, ‘tis the silly season – of this, I am sure
Only a New Year’s hangover will bring a cure
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Okay...a quiet night at home. G'night! | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/7/2005 8:13:20 PM | lights on a tree...lights on a wall... lights on a door...
what's it all for?
swags...wreaths...holly...fruit...candles...centerpieces....
artificial snow...artificial ice...wooden santa's...plastic snowmen...
tell me again....
what's it all for?
wrapping boxes...baking cookies...endless shopping...piped in music...gift cards...
what's it for?
memories...dreams...future...past...solstace...birthday...holiday...new day....
everyday...
what's it all for? | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/8/2005 1:03:25 PM | I approached with fear and trepidation
Wondering what I would find
Would the sleeping serpents wrath be woken
Would it attack me as it had before
Would those coils envelop me
Never again to see the light of day?
Would I scream out in frustration
Would I curse Christmas day?
NO
I put the box out in the garbage
Unopened,,,didn't want to fight
Drove to Canadian Tire and bought some.......
Brand new LED Christmas lights
Now THESE suckers I can put up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/8/2005 6:47:13 PM | Howdy all...hello to Sukari (good to see you again, my friend) and Pickles (I hate fiddling with lights too). Good writes all around from you two...
As for me...I just barfed something out and didn't bother to read it twice. Here it is:
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Ramble-Damble Ding-Dong
An evening spent on some words
Aren’t commonly worth it
Unless you move right through the blocks
And remove your socks
Because, man
You ain’t gonna run anymore
When this march of stanzas is done
Just like that
Some words fall down
In odd, broken lines
Nothing deep or soul-wrenching
Like ninety-eight percent of life
Real life, that is
Not that high-drama shit
They show on TV that a lot of folks
Lap up
Like Pepsi at a Baptist picnic
The deep is all around
And quiet, too – not a sound
It makes as it hangs about
Like fish and old guests
Boredom opens the eyes
Gets one to see what usually is missed
In the quiet moments when the
TV is dark and still
And, again
Just
Like
That
Some more words fall
Nothing too deep
Nothing too serious
Nothing too time-consuming
There was still time to
Type with one hand
And
Scratch with the other
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Ding! Order for table three!
Okay..I'm tired and feeling icky. G'night! | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/8/2005 6:53:05 PM | Howdy folks…..
Tis the season to be Jolly, are we all happy and Jolly this Christmas season ?? ;-)
A quiet Christmas on the horizon, for us…..and some holiday cheer….yippee
Pickles - - Speaking of good cheer - bottoms up - my friend. Great writes, keep em coming!
Greetings to you, Sukari - - Good to see you and your vivid images … There is no need for the hustle and bustle. Christmas is a time to sit back, relax and play in the snow * or in your case, build castles in the sand ;-)
Dear Miz - - Loved your last diddy, glad you are writing and posting…..
Sweet smelly Goat - - You and Saskatchewan snow, how lucky can a gal be! You continue to inspire me with your words and your heart…
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Memories
Sounds of shattered glass
Voices echo
The movement of time
Seconds lost
Remembrance of the past
Words misspoken
Reflections of youth
Moments lived
Shared dreams
In the end
Fragmented images
The only token
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Sweet dreams ....... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/9/2005 1:10:54 AM | Hi, kids ! This is sort of a part two of a poem, THE BRIDGE, I posted about a month back, probably inspired by reading some Wallace Stevens' poetics in support of imaginative analysis (even though "analysis" is a dirty word these days), a corrective to pure observation which can become stagnant, at times:
BRIDGE SUPPORTS
A mile of steel columns stretch out in the night
Like dominoes looming one on top of the other, like a fight
Dared by dead men ransoming out a hoped-for legacy.
Ridiculous, steel, grey, solid, fulcrums forged in spiteful hatred
Mutilating the skyline when eyes gape upward in sacred
Wonder, naked colonnades of the mind turning to blight.
What do they support? Cars and promises sail in steel confusion
Along civic-ruled lines, one, then another, like depressing contusions.
Lights and blackness, a quarter-moon's hide-and-seek, nothing's mated. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/9/2005 1:30:40 AM | The Spammer
Whither goest thou, like a fly to honey
Why do you haunt this place of high arts
Dropping clumsy prose and asking for money
Your lines were crooked and smelled of farts
Ah, but I'm a mod, the hardest to please
Your visit, though noisy will only be brief
For spammers are hated and dispached with ease
Be gone now you scoundrel you hack you thief
Go seek your five-spots somewhere not here
And all who won't miss you can owe me a beer
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/9/2005 4:59:18 AM | jackets, hats, coats, gloves, wind....never ending....scarves...hoodies....
recognize your child by the hat on their head...the shoes on their feet...
amazing they are actually wearing socks.... no flipflops.....
oops better take that back.....flipflops with toesocks....
yes it has finally come....winter on the island......
the weather man says if we wait 3 days it will be in the 70's again... but what do you do before then?
temperatures in the upper 30's .....windchill in the 20's....people bringing all their dogs inside....(hate to have a dog experience the cold)....children laughing...running around all bundled up in handme down ski clothes from people who have traveled elsewhere to ski.....
now the tourist you can spot...no problem.....
they are the ones walking about in short sleeves and shorts...smiling that things are so warm....:-).....(granted if you decide to go in the water it is warm...the gulf is much warmer than the surrounding air...as the surfers will attest to....it is just the getting out of the water that hurts.....:-)
It was in the 80's last weekend.... the sun beating down on the Victorian Christmas Celebration....the fake snow in the courtyard melting almost faster than it could be created..... but today...with the wind from the north.....blowing over the bay.....the birds all huddled in their nest ....pressed into the windowsills...you would never know it....
field trips walking through the town....students freezing asking for a stop by the local candy shop to get hot chocolate....of course when you actually stop...they get icecream....(kids you know)... :-)
patience ever patience....wait until another day.... | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 12/9/2005 6:24:55 PM | Howdy all. A fine night here in Saskabush, as it rains (Yes, by Gar! Rain!) and washes the snow and the cold away. Good to see you all here in this barn... and I see we've had some distinguished guests today, too.
Breathing, of course...she is lovely and still the most talented of this two-person household. You rock, m'dear. ROCK!!!
Rory...one my favourite fellers around these parts. Excellent, as per usual. I'm clipping and keeping this one too, if you don't mind. Of course, credit goes to where credit is due.
And Late...you're late! But it's awfully good to see you here, just the same. An appropriate poem after the rise and purge of a spammer in these parts. Y'know that could be a poem title... But I love that poem and it's a keeper too!
Sukari...and you amaze me still with that collection of words. Everything you write is so incredibly descriptive and detailed that I can actually see what you see. That is the goal of communication and you achieve it every time.
As for me...well, something light:
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And Don’t play with the Radio!
Time out in the car makes me feel funny
Especially when the engine is a-runny
The parking lot becomes a magical place
Though I cannot feel the surface of my face
Time passes so slowly and yet so quickly
But I confess I feel rather sickly
As the fumes seep into the cab of the car
I cannot see near or far
Yet gaze at my knees in pure wonder
And hear the engine’s comforting thunder
The spell is surely broken
When the car doors are finally open
And Dad throws in another bag of chips
And hurries away with some betting slips
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Smell that? That's the smell of a V-8 Oldsmobile idling somewhere nearby. Mmm....memories....
Well, g'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 12/9/2005 7:31:12 PM | Stephen King is alive and well
He drives the snow plow from hell
The beast that lurks around the corner
The beast that waits for me to clear
The sidewalk in front of number 33
As soon as I have cleared a path...
Blade down,V6 roar, he's in a rush
CASHAPHOOTPLOP
An avalanche hits
Where's the sidewalk??????
Covered with snowy shit...
SO glancing this way and that
I pick up my shovel and swear that
The next time he drives at me
Stephen King will end up in a Pet Cemetary
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