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Posted: 1/24/2006 4:07:42 PM | Hello all....I's feeling still kinda crapy and flu-like, so this'll be a quick drop and run.
Hello to Miz...you bring such a great wealth of words and feeling with you. Always good to have you in the barn.
Howdy to Pickles! Breathing and I are in political apathy here as well. I can't stand the MP for our area and always vote against him, yet he's managed to get in every single time. Oh, well...the polling station is a block's walk from here, so it wasn't like it was a lot of effort wasted. Besides, it's our civic duty.
So..due to the apathy and the flu, I give you all this:
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A Post-Election Haiku
Harper has more hair
Than Martin has on his back
Layton has more seats
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Yup..I'm going to bed now. G'night! | |
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Posted: 1/24/2006 7:49:56 PM | Hiya all Barn Dwellers!!!!!
Hope all is great!!!!!!!!!!!!
Quit smoking in the house today
Washed all the Nic. And tar away
Off the walls and cupboards too
No more haze of smoky blue
Froze ma A*ss off smoking outside
But all worth it for the long ride
To many allergies we all share
Now one less we have to bear
Tomorrow it’s furniture cleaning
And carpets that are no longer gleaming
Soon it’ll be back to a smoke free place
And all will be wearing a happy face….
Hopefully soon, I’ll just quit this addiction
But that’s afar off prediction
So as for now, I’m stuck in my rut
Outdoors freezing off my butt……….
Sam | |
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Posted: 1/25/2006 4:54:34 AM | just call me "lady of the birds"....
walking to school in the pre-dawn hours.....
brisk steps...ever late...trying to make up time....
leaves rustling....cats pouncing into bushes trying to catch those ever elusive mice...
(rats actually...those fuzzy little creatures that seem to migrate from the wharf all over the island)......
the dog standing vigilant ever waiting for the cat to forget about him...so he may in turn pounce upon the cat.....
walking faster trying to make up time.....people on bicycles....people dragging blankets ...looking for a doorway to lay down.....ladies walking dogs in their house coats....(the ladies not the dogs wearing the housecoats...) stars shining bright....
the palm trees in the center of the street lit by the street lamps...rather eerie one could say.....
finally broadway..... the fully lit texas heroes monument in the middle....
waiting...waiting for the light change....rushing across before it changes back.....walking through the car wash.....the school lit in between the glow from the car wash and the firestation across the street
but the sound what it is ...birds....hundrends of birds.....looking up at the palm tree...stars shinging brightly behind...the fronds are covered by birds....the ocak tree...the comquat bushes...every limb every branch every available place covered by birds.....grackles they are....(look like crows to be..but rest assured the birders say they are grackles) as I draw nearer they take off flying from one tree to the next...and me...I can't get out of my mind..... Alfred's little movie....the one that as a child...I sat watching with my Uncle....(he was 14....which at the time I thought was a grown up.....) after the movie...he took me aside and told me that the birds were going to get me on my way home....that I mustn't tell my parents when they came to pick me up or they would get them too......) as the birds take to the air...visions of them turning towards me....played through my mind....
luckily it did not happen....yet as i was trying to open the combination lock on the playground gate...all I could hear were the birds...their grackling.....flitting about....finally.....after opening it....it takes a while in the dark....and walking up and going inside...... the sounds died down....but once again sitting at the computer...in the classroom....outside you hear "the birds"........ | |
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Posted: 1/25/2006 5:03:15 PM | Hello all. The flu is passing, though it is still with me. Bleah.
Good to see Mari here...good luck with the quitting thing. I heard chewing raw onions helps, but I haven't tried that myself.
Hello to Sukari...so descriptive and so flowing, those words of yours. I can read how your mind works, putting the images together and moving them along. "Lady of the Birds" sounds better than "Bird Lady" -- though both have an air of eccentric nobility about them. Very good to see you in the barn again, my friend.
Okay...something short from me. Then tea and then bed. So..here we go..
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Haggis for Thee!
Dante
Was haunting
But Robbie Burns
Still churns
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The final episode of the Feargal saga is coming sometime soon. Dunno when...when I feel so inspired, I reckon.
See youse tomorrow, eh? | |
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Joined: 10/16/2005
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 1/26/2006 12:28:59 PM | mooooooooe, quick dunk and plunk, if dat be okidoki, not that I like passet ball either, iether, ether, oh silly om..<-----my new mantra, manra, stanza...
I once tasted bitter
sucked its nipple dry
now sweet and sour
tend to lay close by.
I once tasted bitter
and coated it in honey
now when I look at it
the nipple looks quite runny.
could be funny...
toodles, untill tomorrow, or the next tomorrow...:)
chuckles on above :) | |
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Posted: 1/26/2006 2:42:01 PM | Breathing...taking in slow deep breaths...
appreciating the ability to breathe...
the gift of life...
...the experience of living ..
thinking ... ever thinking...pondering ones existence...
in the way only the loss of life in another can bring about....
all the whys , what ifs...what will I do differently now.....have I lived life to the fullest...appreciated being alive...are there changes to be made...thanks to be given....new horizons to be broached...dreams to be reached... jobs to be sought...worked harder at...quit....hatchets to be buried...apologies to be made....
what are the responsibilities...
to go and talk ...to go and view...to simply sit and ponder...offer condolence...cook food...
sign a book...sit in a chair...stand behind the flowers...share a meal...share memories...
how to find that fine line that lets you know what is right for the time.... who do you go for...the one who died...the family left...yourself....
a a black bible...golden words worn almost invisible through the years.... book marks ..dried flowers....newpaper articles....pictures...all the things collected between the pages during those years....what do they tell you about the person....things underlined..words added in....dates...names.... where are the answers...
under the tent.... beside a stone....behind the gate....on the other side of the road.....
....breathing...taking in slow deep breaths | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 1/26/2006 5:53:29 PM | Greets to y'all...... What a great place this ole Barn is!
Pickles - - How goes the shades of blue? Astounding words from you, as always…
Miz - - Happy to see you here. Your heart is heard; your words flow with ease…
Mari_Sam - - Loved your verse. When you decide you are ready, you will quit!
Sukari - - You and your words fly effortlessly across the page … The experience of living is all we have. In death we seem to recall how precious life truly is…
Om - - Nice to see you and your humorous ditty ….
Sweet Goat, that be you - - Each day I am inspired by you and your heart …Thank you
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Snippets of time
Moments recollected
The touch of hand
Memories once faded
Return
Brilliant in the mind
Feelings surface
Each tear
Gently falling
Each breath holds
A soul in
Silent remembrance
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Sleep well .... Tis good to know all of you !! | |
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Posted: 1/26/2006 6:12:19 PM | Urf...made it...so tired tonight. Work was stessy and this cold is still robbing me of precious sleep at nights. A stubborn cough is a theif...taking time and giving nothing.
Just a quick round of hellos and an even quicker haiku tonight:
Hello Sukari (happy belated Robbie Burns day to ye), hello to Om...oh silly om..that sounds like something in Sanskrit I used to hear on cold, dark mornings. Long ago.
Hello to dear Breathing...thank you for the scotch. It's working it's narcotic effect. Sleep soon and no coughs to wake me up.
The haiku:
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A good crap is great
Clears minds and centers beings
Always bring a book
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And that's where I'm going and then to bed. Sorry I didn't stick about tonight...too danged tired.
G'night, eh? | |
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Posted: 1/26/2006 6:15:17 PM | Breathing and goat.....
Bin working and the mind and soul are kinda knackered....
Onward Kristian's soldiers
We are with you
We wait for the Lards praise
We love Breathing too, yes we do.......
Hugzzzzzzzzz to youse guys huh......
Termorrer 'K | |
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Joined: 12/30/2005
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 1/26/2006 11:31:42 PM | "In memory"
The moon in reflection
upon this life,
it cries, laughs and yields.
The sun in breath
each day anew.
O-wonder the sounds
music of day.
Sleep, breath and smile,
live with the kids
afresh each day. | |
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Posted: 1/27/2006 12:11:23 AM | The will of rhyme escapes it seems
returns at will as if in dreams
It offers solace verse and truth
it rekindles age within our youth
Reminds of what we choose to be
as Mari lilts of wind and trees
The barn is filled to rafter here
of folks with which I feel so near
Who belt out verse like this to me
whose wishes are of peace with thee
I'm gladdened by direct approach
To what we all enjoy the most. | |
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Posted: 1/27/2006 12:14:24 AM | Welcome, go99.
IF I KNEW WHAT TO SAY
If I knew what to say, I'd say it.
Splayed, your body's tablature invests
Willingly the ambiguous wistfulness you mock me with.
Glide, if you will, this moribund morning,
Counting your preferred future.
I'll take the garbage out, then keep walking,
Alone and away from your barbs,
And awaken again to the sun's fingering
Of hidden shrubbery, the earth's tumult.
And the bright faces of children in the morning,
Bouncing a ball along the white walk,
And always going over the uniform lines.
edit: and worstguy sneaks in, hi. | |
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Posted: 1/27/2006 12:24:22 AM | Here's a little poem I wrote for a girl a few years ago. She thought it was corny, but then again she was a ****. Maybe someone here will enjoy it, or maybe some of the other dudes on this website can pretend they wrote it and use it to mac on some girls. Whatever.
The skies are in your eyes!
Your voice? a symphony of sound
those peepers shine like stars so bright
three wise men follow you around
my heart would pitter patter
but its full of cupids darts
now its written that I'm smitten
by the sweetest of sweet hearts.
come to think of it, the line about the three wise men is pretty cheesy. Oh well, its better than: roses are red, violets are blue, you got big tits I wanna suck on em too! | |
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Posted: 1/27/2006 5:54:55 PM | Hello all!! Good to see you all here in the barn. I see we have some new folk in here today...always good to have new blood in the barn. The blackflies really love it.
Hello Pickles! "Onward Kristian Soldiers!" -- you know, that was somthing a relative of mine used to sing at me (yes, AT me) at the six a.m. to get me out of bed when I was a reluctant young man. Heh heh ...the memories...bless your heart, you. Hows' your mind tonight?
Welcome to go99...you write more in one ten-line poem than I can in a week's worth of scribbling. Well done! Thanks for bringing it to the barn, too.
worstguyonhere...now that's one I like...between you and go99, I've been put to shame. But, frig it, I love being put to shame poetically. It's like being flogged with roses or drowned in beer. A lovely punishment. Ooh...smothered by naked females...erf...then drowned in beer and then running naked through a carwash...yeah...
Rory! Good to see you again! You are my favourite poet...everything you have brought here has been a clipper and a keeper for me. Sure, you don't write a thousand poems a month -- but your poetry always speaks. Thanks, eh?
Welcome to Taco Grande...I love crass and I love cheese. Your first poem in the barn was both of that and more. Character goes a long way and you have it. I'll take the Taco Grande platter with extra cheese and a side of poetry. Keep 'em coming, pardner!
And terribly sorry about not meeting and greeting yesterday. The flu seized me by my beau-jangles and wouldn't let go. I was a sick, tired ol' goat yesterday. Off my feed, if you know what I mean. Sorry for not saying a proper hello to all who were here yesterday..especially dear Sukari. Your words are so deeply descriptive...the ones you choose are so personable and allow the reader to see so much.
Okay...I'm arf to create a poem and come back. Stay tuned. | |
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Posted: 1/27/2006 6:13:16 PM | Mozart, If he was still alive
Would be the world's oldest guy
Two hundred and fifty today
Decrepid but still composing
Or maybe decomposing????
He would have made the book
Of Guiness for sure
And his music may have been more .....
Hip Hop
Happy birthday Armadeus
Have a beer or two on us!!!
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Posted: 1/27/2006 6:23:42 PM | Hiya Barn Dwellers!!!!!!
Great writes!!!!!!
Pickles are you trying to get a corpse to drink
I think by now he just might stink
But what the hell, I'll toast him too
Here’s to the man, who still shines through!!!!
Glad to hear you’re feeling better dear!!!
Sam
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Posted: 1/27/2006 6:29:43 PM | Hello again...hello Pickles. Another fanstastic Picklish write...bless ya, dear. Happy b-day to Amadeus as well.
And hello to Mari...good to see you here.
Okay, the daily poem is at hand....
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Inspired by Quanta, Fuelled by Scotch
I’ve read some theories
And I’ve read about quantum
They were some good ideas
If I chose to want ‘em
Some ideas were keepers
And some others were tossable
Essentially, quantum theory is the relation
Of the real with the possible
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To CBC TV...comedy night is on now...where's Breathing? Ah, there she is...getting a beer. Smithwick's Ale tonight.
G'night, eh? | |
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Posted: 1/28/2006 10:52:19 AM | Big ups to all barn dwellers/smellers/fellers and gals
Tis a sunny day and soon to get me some...
such fine reading/writing here once again!
a quich shitty ditty
Tis sunny and bright
and I'll get me some
but it being cold
tannings no fun
if I were a nudist
I'ld move my ars south
and tan my bum there
outside of the house
but soon will be summer
and I'll get my turn
to lay out my ars out
and let it sunburn
feeling optimistic today, bloody winter...:)
a bright and warm weekend to all northeners,
no jumping through times cold...:) | |
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Posted: 1/28/2006 5:46:36 PM | La vache qui rit.......
A cream cheese
Comes in little triangles
My favourite... saveur Fromage blue
Blue Cheese for those of you
Who are not Bilingual.
But like the French language laws
The triangles are cause..... for concern
It seems one needs a university degree
To unwrap
They provide a nice red tape to pull
But that...is crap
By the time I have gotten to the substance
It bears no resemblance...... to it's original shape
Fortunately the taste is still ok.....
Unless you put it away to try another day
Then hey.......
Give it up...eh?
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Posted: 1/28/2006 6:20:47 PM | Hello all....good to see ya'll in the barn here this fine night. Breathing and I were out vehicle shopping and had to journey to the hinterlands of Saskabush to find a decent deal...but we did. But we arrived here drained like three-day old pasta and feeling just as dry.
Hello to Om...good to see you here, pardner. Love the writes. And hello to Pickles...I agree with you about the goddam cheese. I have to fight to get that foil off and some of it still finds its way onto my fillings. Erk. Makes the mastication du fromage less pleasurable, non?
I have a poem for you tonight....not much of one, I'm afraid. But it is honest:
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A Poetic Reluctance
Urf..Christ…I don’t want to write
Tonight
My grammar takes flight
At the sight
Of another poetic plight
The day was foggy and then hazy
Then crazy
Everything under the snow was daisies
And it made me lazy
In one hand, a frosty beer
Even that cannot bring cheer
Here
While I try to plumb a fear
But can’t hear
The weariness will be shucked
Like water from the back of a duck
Today we bought a truck
It’s not insured, but I don’t give a….
Well, g’night!
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See you tomorrow, eh? | |
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Joined: 12/30/2005
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 1/28/2006 6:36:43 PM | hello all and thanks for your greetings -hi goat you need to get insured!!!
LEAR JETS ABOVE
Lear jets above
Pressures do arc
Lands in global.
The setting sun
On oceans pacific
Waves in reflection,
Cocktails and papers
In business she laughs | |
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Posted: 1/28/2006 8:35:44 PM | A happy Chinese New Year to y’all - -I Believe we are about to enter the year of the dog… Stay healthy, my friends!!
Greetings to you, Go99 - - I like where your mind takes ya! And welcome, eh?!
Worstguy, good to see you again - -Good on ya, I’m getting a feel for your words
A welcome to you, Taco Grande - - I echo thy Goat: Crass is grand, corny is the best!
Pickles - - I have a hankerin for those cheese triangles; hmmmm,,,,,,…I see you are in fine form!!
Mari_Sam - - Howdy, my dear. Glad you are here
Rory - - I think The Goat said it all: Y'ar a true inspiration, always original. It’s a pleasure to read your words
Howdy ho, Om -- You have a way with the humour!!
Darlin Goat - - You are the inspiration, I loves ya
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De Fine a***
Tis a sweet bum
A Firm
Welcoming texture
Warm to the touch
An a*** worthy of applause
The shape,
Exquisite
The odours emitted,
Simply,
Divine
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Ahhh ...So lucky am I
Night Folk | |
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Posted: 1/29/2006 6:47:58 AM | good morning barn dwellers....just thought I would drop this,it was in my email this morning and I thought it said alot...
Take care and I wish you all enough.....
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the
smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to
appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them
Miz
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Posted: 1/29/2006 1:39:46 PM | Hello all. Good to see you here. A late sermon is in order..Breathing and I were busy with some weekend purchases. I think we done good. And, since, I have nothing else to write about...here it is:
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Psalm 77 (Nissan non-Dorma) – The Book of Goat
Thy Lard’s ass is heavy this day
This Chinese New Year
This Year of the Dog
And not the Year of the Goat
Yet
But that’s not why
The Lard’s ass is heavy
Thy Lard accomplished a task
That he was loath to do
He and Breathing did the impossible:
They found a truck
A decent one
And for under $1500.00
So, blessed be the farmer
For he hath many vehicles for Good Prices
And, yea, some of those vehicles look a little rough
They all have it where it counts:
The Divine Engine
The Worthy Brakes
The Power and the Glory is contained well
Within an Immaculate Transmission
(provided thy Clutch is Holy)
Oh, yea…it was worth it to drive 30 kilometres
Out of town for this four-wheeled miracle
It is Blessed and will be a fine vehicle
Amen
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Okay..I must be going. Things to do, things to do...see youse tomorrow, eh? | |
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