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Joined: 10/16/2005
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Posted: 1/29/2006 3:12:33 PM | yeahllow! Congrats!! new big toy/work horse, coooool, excitement in the poem I see...
Breathing, yeah mades me chuckles!!! love your simple touch in your poetry!!
an ode to the bums
cheek to cheek
in truck meats
f*ck it, these buckets
go bench seats! :)
happy trail blazing!:) | |
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Posted: 1/29/2006 8:29:49 PM | Goat, and the woman who keeps him breathing: thank you for your gracious words yet again.
ASCENSION
The grassy knolls rolling upwards
to consider briefly the Law building
before continuing to merge with the cumulous. | |
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Posted: 1/29/2006 8:51:14 PM | Metamucil...the cure all of every colonic ill
HA..what it does is bloat
Inflates an abdomen akin to the Goats
But there is no silent release when it comes
It trumpets..loudly...heartily...smellily
And usually....
In the Cheese department
Of my local supermarket!!!!!!!!!!
whew
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Posted: 1/29/2006 8:57:55 PM | LMAO^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Don’t take that stuff
It is no cure
I bet it was invented
By male Doc. for sure
It’s a way to pass you off
Until they get inside to look
So before the surgery give them a treat
Let them see what all you cook
And wash it down with their cure
Let them smell what they pushed on you
Maybe the next time them give advise
They might have another view…..
Hugs girl, I hate that stuff, I really feel for ya!!!
 Sam | |
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Posted: 1/30/2006 4:45:16 PM | Hello all. Hello to Pickles, Mari and Rory.
I gots the wind, too. It's a rush of smell and glory that necessitates the windows needing to be open.
It's a bit of a post n' run night for me. Hope ya'll don't mind:
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A Teachable Moment Is…
The bit of time just between
When habit breaks and falters
And the point where we’ve seen
Creativity outrunning its halters
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Okay...to the TV...Corner Gas is on in a wee bit. New episode. Can't miss. Need beer.
G'night. | |
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Joined: 12/30/2005
Msg: 2757 | |
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Posted: 1/30/2006 10:00:44 PM | hi all--for my old dog Red -- RIP
RED
Red the grapes
Making delight
Dancing now
Suitors sing
Around and around
Holding tight
Bottles of delight
Red the wine
We would make
Knife it now
Let blood end life
Then smell again
This life bright red
My lust in delight
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Posted: 1/31/2006 2:01:02 PM | Hiya all...
Hope your all doing great, I am doing just fine and dandy, seems that someone was so kind as to change my air freshner for me since I have been absent...thanks a bunch...lol
I have been slowly trying to write more, sometimes I just see a topic and it flows....like this one...if you read mari sams thread sorry for the double post...but if your lacking in words you have to share what you got...lol
take care all..hugssssssss
Frozen in time...
The hour glass sands dripped down
birds chirped with the winds song
peaceful hearts beat as one
nothing seemed at all wrong
Goose bumps as the air began to chill
you pull me into your arms
sun set darkening the night
feeling safe from harm
Sky is black sun is gone
stars arrive to lighten the night
looking into your telling eyes
knowing everything is all right
Dozing off in your strong arms
contentment brings peaceful sleep
sweet dreams abound my mind
of the life with you I will keep
Awakening to my hearts beat
the rhythm and the aching rhyme
of the soul aching with memories
that keep it frozen in time....
Miz | |
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Posted: 1/31/2006 5:00:06 PM | Allo all....good to see you here. Hello to Miz and Go99...really good to see you bother here and posting today. Two worthy barn-dweller fellers.
As for me...just a post and run. Feeling like crud today and I actually stayed home from work...that's a first in many a year. I must be getting old or something...
Anyhow:
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A Day of Rest
A little free verse
Never hurt any one
On this finest of fine Tuesdays
That started out rough
And got better after
Phoning in sick
Because I had trouble
Getting dressed
It was the best thing
To do
For the good
Of the nation
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Okay...I'll be better tomorrow. G'night! | |
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Posted: 1/31/2006 7:25:02 PM | Don Cherry is a national hero
His pronouncements are profound
But what I like about him the best
Is he makes me believe in COLD FX!
Goat I hope you are not too giddy eh........
For termorrer....
Ya put your left foot in
Yer right foot out
In out in out
Shake 'em all about
Both feet in one trouser leg
Ya'll fall right down
Ya gotta get it right
THIS IS THE ACID TEST 'K
Hugzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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Posted: 1/31/2006 7:33:41 PM | Damm Pickles, were you at that same party in 1982? LMAO
That is just too funny!!
Sam | |
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Posted: 2/1/2006 2:29:36 PM | Good Evening all....just a drop and run...no time for the wicked I guess...lol
Hope your all well,take care....Goat get better, the place is starting to smell a little nicer...lacking the eau de goat essence we normally love to smell...lol
peace:
Together we can...
You are the kind of guy that knows
just where he stands in his life
you know what you want to let go
and when you need to stay and fight
Standing tall and strong you are
with shoulders ready to catch my tears
heart strong determined to fight
yet weak with needs and fears
Born with determination and will
strength inside gotten with time
softening a little bit each day
as you begin to realize your mine
Weakness you hate to show
but you feel at ease in my arms
knowing that with me there
you’re a little safer from harm
Holding tight against the night
kissing away both our tears
baby with you and I together
we can help each other banish the fears
Tomorrow comes and we are strong
the strength we share awakens our souls
hand in hand souls joining as one
hearts heal and beat becoming whole....
Miz | |
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Posted: 2/1/2006 2:31:33 PM | can you feel it...the dampness on your skin.....run your fingers through your hair...the humidity..
that feel in the air just bfore it rains...no longer does the smell of salt air permeate your lungs ,but rather it is heavier...fresher somehow...like breathing in the taste of spring... you can hear it...the birds are quiet...for once they have all disappeared...the sky slowly darkens ....rumblings in the distance....you breathe it in again..not believeing your senses...the wonderful wonderful smell of rain...you can almost smell the taste of the blooming hibiscus.... the droplets begin slowly..just a mist..to remind you what falling water from the sky can be like...just dark spot on the sidewalk...but ever so gentle...trees and bushes shielding the cement from all of its darkening powers.... then like a distant memory you are suddenly made aware of ...thunder...loud rumbling...cracking... it could be scary but it isn't...it serves to heighten your senses....to make you smile..for you know....yes you are right...the rain is here...big drops...driving wind...but it is Ok...because the water is warm...and teh smile on your face joyous...as you celebrate...life...that is what rain is you know...giver of life...you can't have life without water...speak to the Samburu...their word for God is the same as their word for Rain...interesting.....so wonderful...so glorious..soaking you to the bone...yet not a cold, shivering soak...a warm exciting soak...you put away any thoughts of umbrellas in exchange for the feel of rain on your face...water dripping from your hair...hair already made softer by the rain...no matter what hair product you buy...how much pay...nothing makes if feel like it does after a walk in the rain...:-)...you taste its sweetness as it rolls by the corner of your lips...sticking out your tounge to get more..(or at the mailman who is making fun of you for being all wet...just because he has on a rain pancho and a mailman hat and isn't wet)...:-)..... | |
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Posted: 2/1/2006 2:56:01 PM | Hi, miz and sukari. Nicely done. Sorry I had to kill Feargal, Goat, but if you want to resurrect him subsequently, be my guest.
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THE FUNERAL OF FEARGAL O'GOD
Four people showed up on the cold rainy morning
To commemorate Feargal, including minister and security guard,
The latter protecting against weepy sheep attacks, scorning
And forlorn ewes using the service for their own regard.
The other two? Feargal's parole officer, and a drunk in from the cold
Who snored loudly into his beard of rust while the eulogy groaned:
"We are gathered here together," began the minister, "to pay tribute, not scold
This man of utter failure who nevertheless, when with sheep, did moan.
He might've been a laughingstock of the barnyard stock, at times,
But he never molested a heifer, to my knowledge, so there;
Yes, any other would've been locked up for these lurid crimes,
But Feargal was a 'Man O' The Cloth' : he covered it, was never bare
When enjoying the pleasures of the flesh in dark barns of the night.
So, rest, troubled Feargal, this bleak day, God knows you've earned it."
Just then, the drunk had a DT nightmare, bellowed, and caused a fright;
The parole man ripped up an old Feargal rap sheet, forever now spurned it.
Feargal's mouldering body was cremated and scattered on the compost;
No plaque was made for posterity, and the four men went their ways
Thinking of supper and sex while in the winds whined Feargal's ghost.
Moral of the story? When you cavort with sheep, no one stays. | |
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Posted: 2/1/2006 3:17:53 PM | Heart Beats as One
By Sam Rogers Feb 1 2006
The sounds of rap tap tapping on your door
Your heart beats accelerates with anticipation
Standing there before is your knight in shinning armor
You squeeze me with open arms clenching tightly
I run my fingers through your silky golden hair
Softly, very go gently, I hold your face like precious diamond
Like the call of the wild, the beast within shows splendid devotion
Emotions scream wildly in you mind bursting like a supernova
I pull your precious ivory body on the pure white wall
Our tongues dance wildly like fireworks bursting forth
Exploding, hot burning cools, heats your soul within
Inward and inward spinning down into molten lava of love
Your is soul burning with flames of fire dancing from within
My fingers glided through your golden threads of soft silky hair
Flowing downward, like a misty cascading waterfall
The fragrance aroma of perfume sweet as red roses bloom
Passion deepens in your heart races to a new journey
Our lips touch tenderly for you are my guardian angel
You are rapidly pounding heart cracks with white flashing light
Thunder bolts race through you body beckons for tenderness
Compassion, gentleness fills you with great affection
Kissing your silky-smooth skin, you feel Goosebumps on your body
My lips little by little move down towards your ripened breasts
Reaching the peak of the mountain, I drink the nectar of your desire
Your breathing quickens with every ocean of life giving air
Our bodies mingle tightly within the arms of the spider web
The two become as one in the evening of the luminosity moonlight
A shadow of glistening light praises your sculpture womanhood
Suddenly, falling downward on the carpet of desire
My warm tongue moistens your soft pocket of love
Warm juices flowing, bit by bit I nibble on your heavenly gates
The sounds of lustful moaning deepens into your very soul
Flashing lights of delightful desire full your thoughts
The soft gentle erotica touch of my warm hands clutching your hips
As I dive ever so deeper and deeper into the tunnel of love
My manhood rises like redwood reaching the summer sky
I plunge into the passageway of your delightful soft moisten valley
Rocking back and forth, the music plays softly in our minds
The pace quickens with every rhythm life’s giving water
Soft lips passionately kissing and tasting the nectar of our lips
The temperature rises higher and higher into the abyss
Hot steaming bodies cling tightly with hot flaming lust
For wish that this joyful moment will never come to end
Turning on our backs, you mount me like a white tiger
Roaring, screaming, the call of passionate love
Faster and faster, the pace quickens like a jet out of control
Holding your hips, I push harder into the tunnel of passions fire
You feel like your head is going to exploded like fireworks in the sky
Passionate all consuming desire fills your fast beating heart
Sweat tickles down your sculpture breasts with the taste of the sea
Kiss me kiss me you scream, so I press my warm lips on yours
Your fingernails dig into my moist sweaty salty skin
Like a glorious shout, you scream biting your wet lips
The breathing lessens, bodies of pleasure lie quietly together
For I am your Adam and you are my Eve
For I have tasted the forbidden fruit of loves desire
The journeys has not ended but only has begun | |
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go99
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Joined: 12/30/2005
Msg: 2766 | |
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Posted: 2/1/2006 3:36:46 PM | hi there Rory-RIP ---
hi there Captain of the Journey
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More
The more I talk to you
The more I realise
There is more, much more
Better than a friend
Better than a lover
Much better.
A little of you is much more
Than I expected,
In expectation
Of you I will wait
And in waiting for you
So much!
What is it, this waiting?
It is more than you
It is what we have found, together
Together we will wait
It needs no rush
For there is more, much more | |
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Posted: 2/1/2006 6:55:35 PM | Hello all...good to see youse guys here in da bahrn. Er..I mean the barn.
I absolutely love the Feargal funeral...it almost smacks of the cremation of Sam Mcgee, only more entertaining. Thanks, Rory! I'm keeping that one and adding it to the colection of Feargal.
Pickles...The dressing procidure worked okay this morning and I managed to get through work in one piece Just barely. Thanks, m'dear.
Hello Mari...saw you there...
Howdy to Miz...this barn needs someone like you. You bring me up to a thoughtful place as I read your words. Thank you so much.
Hello to Sukari...good to see you agian here, my friend. I wish it were raining here as lovely as you illustrated, but we just have snow. Silent, wispy snow. Well, it ain't all bad and it is February in Saskabush...what else would it do here? Thanks for coming by again, Sukari. Never be afraid to walk these pee-soaked barn floors.
Welcome to Captainzam...bringing some Sam Rogers with him. Good to meet you, pardner. You brought an incredible piece of work with you, too -- there's plenty of room in this old barn. Plenty of room for more. Thanks, eh?
Hello to go99...I like it. It's terse and not cursed...it's verse that can fit into a purse. I do like..there's a good sound to it when read aloud to the plants and the walls here. Breathing liked it too. She's right over there...see? It's a keeper, mate...thanks.
Okay..for me? Well, I have something brewing on the thought-stove. I'll be posting it in a wee bit.
Stay tuned. | |
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Posted: 2/1/2006 7:19:26 PM | A poem! I bringeth forth a poem, birthed from mine hairy loins...skittered moistly across the vinyl of a linoleum (did I spell that right?) mauseleum (did I spell that right, too?)
Feh..I could look those words up, but I am lazy. So lazy that I buy baby food because I just don't want to chew any more.
Here's today's poem:
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Close Encounters of the Kind Kind
I have to sit still and in wonder
Of my many varied and costly blunders
But it wouldn’t be a proper life
Without some self-made pain and strife
So I do sit, silent in midst of pause
Not giving my self-doubt a worthy cause
And I even tried to avoid deep contemplation
To let go is the sum of meditation
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Well, see yer tomorrow-like! G'night! | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 2770 | |
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Posted: 2/1/2006 8:21:41 PM | Hi Everyone
Baby food spread on toast
type of food I like the most
Baby pears may be the best
yet I also scoff the rest
Sort of squishy, pretty moist
can be difficult to hoist
up to that cavern of a mouth
cram it in and theres no doubt
pretty soon you will see
this food is pure ecstacy
If only it came in gallon tins
with screw off lids for opening
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OOPS
I better go fry a knight
Must be getting senile
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Joined: 10/16/2005
Msg: 2771 | |
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Posted: 2/2/2006 8:37:32 AM | Hello barn comers:)
and a big Thanks Goat! Think I really needed to read that one this morning ! :)
a Haiku or should that be 'an' Haiku Idunno
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sun shines bright today
as trees stand like worriors
floating in praries
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bye :)
aka om | |
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Posted: 2/2/2006 3:22:41 PM | Snow...I seem to remember seeing it once
....light...lovely..delicate..
shimmering in the light as it slowly drifted from the sky to hit the warm cement..
.andthen to sizzle leaving only a drop of water..
.ever so small and round upon the sidewalk....
I recall a certain briskness to the airthat day...
that sharp prickly feeling in the lungs...like thousands of needles.....
and when you exhaled there was smoke....well it looked like smoke anyway...
you could see your breath..it was amazing...trying to write things in the air and getting light headed....
the snow kept falling ever so gentle from the sky..alighting for a second or two upon the leaves of the newly blooming roses....the color...the contrast of the bright red of the petals and the white of the snow...amazing...but alas again in no at all...only a drop of water..where the glorious crystaline structure once rested....
and the taste , if you could manage to gather enough...find some place where it could actually collect without melting...and a can of eagle brand (condensed sweetedned milk), eggs, sugar, and vanilla..you know the real stuff from mexico...mix it all together and have a bowl of snow icecream....nothing better tasting could be imagined...... | |
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Posted: 2/2/2006 5:07:42 PM | He may be buried, but he's not forgotten:
THE LEGACY OF FEARGAL O'GOD
Years have passed since the "Terror of Shepherd Hill" walked
And coupled along the green swaths in secret sin.
Feargal has gone from joke to tight grimace, knocked
About just as he knocked up the bleating kin.
The fleecy flock is calm, their forbears' histories unwrit.
New "staffed" shepherds pace the hill, aware of the ghost
Still frequenting the copse's cavity, scouring a bit
Here and there, "Ba-a-a-a-a-a" issueing along the wide coast. | |
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Posted: 2/2/2006 5:28:51 PM | Greets to all the barn followers…
Captainzam - - A mighty welcome to you… T’was a heartfelt write you posted
Howdy to ya, Rory - - You done Feargal proud
Hey there, Pickles- -How goes the battle?
Mari_Sam - - Good to see you and your words hangin about
Sukari - -I like your reflection on snow…Snow is a wondrous thing
Go99- - I like your style… “More” was vivid/real
Good to see you here, Longte - - Loved it!!
Miz- - I see you in your words
Dearest Goat - - “Close Encounters of the Kind Kind” Your wisdom and heart amaze me…I value you, me’dear
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Winter wine
The sweet taste
Like snow flakes
Silently resting
On your tongue
A Cherry Blossom
Falls gentle to the ground
Like the sound of
One simple breath
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A good evening to y'all - -
A bit O'scotch, then it's off to bed | |
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Posted: 2/2/2006 6:03:34 PM | Edit:
Om, I like your prairie words…Hey, Did I read that you are giving up smoking? If so …good luck…
Enough reading for today,,,,,,Now it's off to get some Scotch...
Night folk | |
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