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Posted: 7/24/2004 1:05:38 PM | Tinka!...not lame at all!......strong and straight from the heart...where as mine are sometimes from the heart, and then sometimes straight through the heart!.......it really depends on how this heart of mine is feelin at the time that I post!........
as for goat not sure where he is, but I'm sure he will be here today sometimes, and post more of his GREAT poetry......that we all love!
thanks Tinka....and thanks! | |
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Posted: 7/24/2004 1:38:32 PM | Afternoon all. Such a fine day brewing up out there. Though that crowd of tweens by the playground makes me nervous. Best be gettin' my slingshot...
Tink! And Goth! Thanks for stopping by. I never knew Tink had all that verse trapped in her before, just waiting to be freed. Love it. And Goth....what can I say? Thanks again. Keep 'em coming, folks.
Here's mine. It an't wow. Once I picked all the flies off of it, it didn't turn out to be all bad, I 'spose.
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A Ritual of Saturdays
The sun stretches over the lawn
Heating the pavement
Crawling over prone bodies
Waiting to be cooked
To golden-brown perfection
I’m here, taking care of
The small things:
Laundry that must be done
Gonch that smells like armpits
Socks that smell of arse
I don’t know how that worked
But enough Tide will kill anything
Garbage to be taken out
Dishes to be done
A floor to vacuum, one to sweep
A brake cable on my bike
That snapped, is useless
And needs to be replaced
Plants to water, a computer to fix
It’s all thrown into the mix
This is the stuff of a life
The small bits that fill in the gaps
Between heaven and hell
Waking and dreaming
The highs and the lows
It keeps me grounded
When things get strange
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Ding! There's another. Put lots of ketchup and salt on it....it'll be easier to digest.
Tomorrow, then. Thanks to my poetry-buddies Tink and Goth for their excellent contributions.
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/24/2004 1:49:39 PM | Oh my goat you've done it again....!!! bravo, bravo...
however i lost my poutine and chicken part of the mix in the yuk thread, so now i have only your eye candy to fill my tummy....and it's just marvelous...
thanx so much for your praises goth and goat...see you both around the zoo....
tink
i think i think my name is tink
and oh my garsh me feet do stink
i think i think i may head to the sink
then get me another beer to drink...
hehehehe....oh that was grand wasn't it??? hehehe....k i'm go'n now... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/24/2004 1:52:11 PM | This is the first instance of a poem using the word "garsh". Mark this day, people.
Love it, Tink. It rhymes and is in time and doesn't produce slime or hurt the mimes.
Er...something.... | |
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Posted: 7/24/2004 2:01:10 PM | oh, oh, this day i brand
so fabulous i get to be
marked down in history
gosh golly gee it's grand
thank ya so muchly goat... | |
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Posted: 7/25/2004 9:25:08 AM | Mornin', all.
Sunday. I used to hate them when I was younger, as it meant time for church. Of course, I did have some fine naps in those padded pews and the pastor's voice had a particular dull and hypnotic quality...perfect for lulling a hungover teenager to sleep.
I was up early this morning and this fell into my mind. It started with an idea, followed by a rhythm and then the words just wandered out like sheep out for a feeding. Weird.
I changed brands of coffee recently. That has to be the difference. Here we go:
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Odds Against
I poured myself a cup of coffee
And lingered until it grew cold
I watched the birds fight and screw
In the trees and bushes below
I paused at the wonder of the day
Of this earth as it spins through space
Coasting through a cold vacuum
In its steady, galactic pace
The chances against life forming here
Are impossible to know of
The odds were against us humans
To ever grow and learn and love
We beat those odds; we beat them square
And continued to defy the fates
We’ve built staggering monuments
And implemented insane interest rates
What about any of us even existing
The chances against that are many
Compounded by generations
A broken link could have been any
The task of two people meeting
Is fraught with detrimental chance
Two random factors colliding
To fight or drink or kiss or dance
The tangled threads of our lives do run
In crazy haphazard ways
They cross at odd random points
Crawling through a thick, foggy haze
The odds are always against us
Our breath is destined to cease
At the end of our fast lives
Possibly cut short by disease
Knowing these things may cause panic in
Even the most courageous souls
As we rush, quickly navigate
Past our sharp and dangerous shoals
Speed is never the answer, though life
Seems it is a thing to be raced
We can choose to stop, take off our shoes
And decide to decrease our pace
The small can alter the path of threads
Tiny decisions make great change
Sweeping alterations can’t do
What small steps can arrange
I’ll pour myself another coffee
And I’ll linger until it’s cold
I’ll ponder these circumstances
And this fine day I shall behold
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I figured I owed you guys at least one reasonable poem a week at least. Y'know, just as a thanks for reading this stuff of mine.
Morning greetings to Tink and Goth when they get here.
I need more coffee.... | |
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Posted: 7/25/2004 10:52:52 AM | well goat now I'm at an awwww with your words!....I LOVED IT!.........this peom hit home on a lot of diffent levels for me that's for sure!........
THANK YOU!........and GOOD AFTERNOON GOAT!
ok I did do one and of course you will know who it is for......lol
I listen to your devoted words
of great wisdom
I fear NOT
what is left to come
You have been there
to see the distrust
and gave me wise
words that was a definite must
We have become
quit the enchated pair
words from Goat and Goth
for all to share..
thanks again goat and tinka<-------yes girl please keep it up! your great at this!....
so until later.......
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Posted: 7/25/2004 2:33:08 PM | Ah, Goth. Thank you. You aren't cursed with white-man's rhythm like me, thank goodness.
Wisdom is in powedered form
Mixed with coffee and stirred
Shaken hard enough
So that reality is blurred
I wonder where that Tink is? She must be packing up the house still. I'd give her a hand, but I'm far away and extremely lazy.
See you around the forum, Goth. Thanks for spending time in here with me. | |
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Posted: 7/25/2004 3:45:54 PM | awwww goat I will always spend time in here with you, whether it be to post or just read....I'm usually here......you are very welcome!
these words pack a punch!......and not a punch like wham in the face....but a punch as to it has a lot of truth in them, and gets you in the heart!.....WELL DONE GOAT!.....
thank you again goat!........
will see ya in the forum.......
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Posted: 7/25/2004 3:47:43 PM | Well, it would have been less laughable if I spelled it right.
Oh, well....can't nail it out of the park every time at bat. | |
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Posted: 7/25/2004 3:55:25 PM | heck goat have you looked around the forum at some of my spellin?.....some pretty feaky stuff comes outta these fingers at times.......and people still seem to figure out what I'm sayin......as I did with your's!........
it's A-OK that we flub up sometimes, that makes us human........
BTW I didn't even notice that there was a problem until you pointed it out........
guess I'm so used to seein my own mistakes, that I don't pick up on anyone else's.....lol
just keep it up!..we love what you give to us in your words of inspiration!...... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/25/2004 5:38:33 PM | tis always a good thing to see
a goat who wrote
so poetically
he sings and dances
and romances
but most of all
he is a goat that floats
our boat
tee hee
just wanted to add something to master goats house lol
runs out skipping and giggling
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Posted: 7/26/2004 12:30:07 PM | hey girl!...get back here!......this is cute!....and yes he does make our boats float!....lol
he always knows what to say, and how to say it!.....
but then we have you and Tinka also, and I love readin all that you's have to offer here as well, so come and visit again soon!.......
runnnnnnnnssssssss after her to bring her back to post again soon!.....lol | |
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Posted: 7/26/2004 6:09:53 PM | Howdy-do all. Special thanks to Zee for her contribution -- loved it lots. I just love you guys...I get all friggen choked up when I think of (snerk) how nice...(snork)...dammit, I promised Bird I wouldn't cry.
Love you guys....dammit...there I go again...sorry Bird....
Here's something to get back on track with. My testosterone was running a little high, as I work with a lot of lovely young women in the office and I see even more as I bike my goaty ass home each day. Today was a Close Encounter of the Blonde Kind, as you'll see here.
Oh, yeah...in case any young ladies ask...I am a goat with the heart of a pig. Oink oink.
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To the Lovely Young Lady I Almost Ran Over While Observing Her Amazing Bum (autobiographical)
The wind was up
The skirt was short
The thong was on
The timing wrong
As you stood at the bus stop
Slurpee in hand, phone in the other
Oblivious to my proximity
Was this the beautiful ass
That launched a thousand ships
If not, it was hard enough
To break a champagne
Bottle on
Thank God you didn’t
Turn around
Thank God I never saw
Those two fine alabaster mounds
Barely contained by cotton
I would have compared them
To a summer’s day as I
Rolled right over you
I was near as it was
Close enough to smell
Your sunblock
Your perfume
Your skin
You wear too much mascara
And for that, I’m sorry
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With that travesty, I bid you adieu for this day. Well, for this thread. Well, for this one post, I think.
Let's see who's biting who's ass in the general forum now. | |
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Posted: 7/26/2004 7:25:09 PM | again goat you never cease to amaze me!......you are the greatest!......as we all do love you and your words that are from you heart!......dunno if I can whip anything up tonight or not, but I'll give it a shot.......
the feeling of worry
is upon me now
if you could know me
you would know why
life is so confusing
and nerve racking
always trying to keep
my head up without lacking
time will tell of what
is suppose to be
just a little longer
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Posted: 7/26/2004 9:16:06 PM | Well, that last poem of mine came straight from other body parts besides the heart. I was having a fairly average day until I almost ran into Miss Pert and Sassy this afternoon.
She awoke dark needs in me. Dark. Needs.
Oh, Goth....that was a deliciously melancholic rhyme you put together. Hope yer doin' fine these days, poem-partner.
See you tomorrow? | |
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Posted: 7/26/2004 9:38:26 PM | hello to goat, goth and zee...
goat as always you are marvelous and goth you are too. had to be gone for awhile and will be again soon as packing up this house is taking longer than i ever thought...
away i go to another place
the new joys and fears i must face
it's all as if i'm in a dream
but it must all be part of the scheme
so off i go to this new land
with my trusty faith in hand
soon i'll see the dream unfold
and have a new story waiting to be told....
that's all for now cuz i really need to get back to this horrifying packing business.
love you guys, keep it up and i'll be back soon to catch up...
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Posted: 7/26/2004 9:45:00 PM | Hold your packing tape high and fight, Tink.
The Goat is thinking of you while you toil. God knows I hate moving too and I feel for you. If I were a few hundred kilometres closer, I'd give you a hand.
But I *really* hate moving.
Thanks for the spontaneous poem. Very honest. | |
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Posted: 7/27/2004 4:44:59 PM | GOOD EVENING GOAT TINKA, AND ZEE!......
hope life is treatin everyone well!......Tink your poem was great!...I agree that movin sucks, big time!......lol
livin is what I need to do
right now
not lookin back no more
and how
let the demon turn
and go the other way
cause I don't want to be
harassed today
I distracted the evil
that was close to me
sent him in a different direction
for all to see
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Posted: 7/27/2004 6:18:21 PM | Hello, folks. A special greet to Goth, Tink and Zee -- though not in that order. Again, I had very little to work with today and I almost feel a little shame posting this here amongst the efforts of greats like Goth, Tink and Zee.
Nice one, Goth! It has the "the power of Christ compels thee" kind of demon-ridding exorcism quality about it. Remember what I said about the heart...? Yuh.
So, since I really don't feel shame. I will post my drivel:
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A Sentense Moment
Once upon a time
A verb was conjugated
Until it could produce
No more action
The nouns were left
To stand watch
Still and silent
Bereft of adjectives
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No, I didn't see that young lady from yesterday. Well, I didn't notice her today because the weather wasn't as hot as it was yesterday. She may look different with more clothes...they all do. No real inspiration today in this grey cloudiness.
Okey dokey...away to the General Forum! | |
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Posted: 7/28/2004 6:53:08 AM | Mornin goat!.....how could I ever forget what you have said?......your words are branded in this brain of mine!.....lol....
yeah my last post was like an exorcism so to speak......from the grim reaper....lol
these eyes are still
very tired
it's from all the meds
that keep me wired
should be ok in time
for the weekend
give this body time to
heal and mend
wanna use my words
of dark
just can't think
and I don't have a spark
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Posted: 7/28/2004 6:24:14 PM | Hello again. Sparkless or not, Goth, you still have the ways of the words. Thanks.
As for me, well, I was inspired by a Bird:
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I Once Loved a Meatloaf
I once loved a meatloaf
So much I thought I’d die
I asked myself: “Do I deserve this?”
And asked the fates why
That meatloaf with crust so brown
And a mix of pork beef, and bison
Made my stomach wander
And I couldn’t keep my eyes in
I drowned it in ketchup
And I loved it in it until it was cold
I savaged that poor meatloaf
In its warmth I did roll
And when the burger bits were soft
And my body was weary
I ate that poor ravaged meatloaf
And proved a meat-to-mass theory.
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Thanks, Bird. I feel al tingly when I think of meatloaf now.
Thanks to Goth....keep on posting, even if you don't feel like it. Haikus are great, too. Dirty haikus are even better...well, to me they are.
See yer around, folks.
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Posted: 7/29/2004 9:35:29 PM | Hey....busy day...quick post
Hi Moon! Good to see ya!
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Karma For Dinner
I've never known light could fold
Like it does this evening
Noisy children bark at each other
Across the playground
A man calls the name
It sounds like "Karma"
Though I wouldn't want to
Call karma into my house
For dinner
Dharma, perhaps, but karma?
I'd prefer potatoes
Or string beans
Or a side of garlic toast
Or a tall glass of beer
On my knee as I ponder
The folding light
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Off again. Tommorrow, then
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/30/2004 5:49:01 PM | what a difference a day makes!.......life is just real sucky right now!.......
She calls to the demons
of the night
to take her with them
and she won't even fight
This heart that has
been shattered
left with nothing
that mattered
She has to face the
blackened truth
for he was the serpent
that had no cuthe
There is no mate
for this tainted rose
she summoned the master
and he only knows
For this cross she wears
around her neck everyday
it gives her enchantment
without words to say
The magic that once
lived in her eyes
wants to close and say
her goodbyes | |
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