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Posted: 2/7/2006 2:15:44 AM | Free For All
There she stand's in the middle
of a strange place
with tear's rolling down her
face makeing
her makeup smeer,
with the
shortest
article of clotheing on.
Free for all to see and to judge
or do whatever they wan't with
her, sometime's i wonder when i
pass down the road and see her.
What if that was somebody's little
girl out there and her mom/dad,
had no idea how she is makeing
her money to pay them rent.
Every six month's at only 14
i wonder what kind of person
would, have their own daughter
standing out there on the street's.
For the whole world and every
man/woman to see that poor
girl, trying to do her best.
Just so she can put food on
the table at night, to please
her family.
Not knowing that their daughter
at only 14 year's old, is expecting
a son/daughter of her own on the way.
By: Heather R Feazel.
2-6-06
*I hate him and always will*
By: Heather Feazel
2-7-06
I hate him for what he has caused in my life
and i hate the way he alway's broke his promise's
I hate him for the long cold night's he was never,
at home and i hate him for the night's he was
holding another woman in his arm's.
I hate him and alway's will for
all the time's i would stay up,
and cry over him wondering if
he was ever comming back home.
I hate him for the day he brought
her into our live's and told me, she
was just a friend of his and they
was nothing more.
I hate him and alway's will for all
the tear's he made pour out of
eye's, and i'll never be able to
forgive him for cheating on me
with her.
I hate him and alway's will for
not being able to tell me the truth
about him, and her and keeping
it from me.
Most of all i hate him for makeing
me feel these feeling's for him and
feeling's, never going away.
I hate him and alway's will for the
night he told me he loved me and
he'll never leave, me and now he's
gone forever and alway's. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/7/2006 10:10:54 AM | In Search
All my life in search of that special love
Since a child I've always known
All my life in search of those childhood dreams
The ones that kept me alive
The ones that passed the bad times
All my life in search of a feeling
That would free me of my past
All my life in search of a feeling
That would last
All my life in search of a love
I never had
I know it must exist
For all my life in search of this | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/7/2006 4:59:01 PM | Hello all...another post n' run night for me. It's only Tuesday...gah...I'll have to get on my stiff upper lip and sally forth. The weekend shall arrive soon enough!
Hello to Rory and welcome to Broken Soul and Tree299. Good to have you here in the barn.
Okay...the poem!
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Pith Up A Rope!
When something is shelled
It could be shucked
Could it be unshorn
And remain unplucked?
Something frozen
Can also be unthawed
But such a terrible word
Can’t be given the nod
You can’t get down off a goose
But you can get it off a duck
But if you prefer fibrefill
You prolly don’t give a ---
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Okay...the showers await! See youse tomorrow! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/7/2006 9:02:14 PM | Cheers Goat ... Fresh Poetry daily from the Farm.
Keep the Refrigerator ... I mean the Candle Thing burning ... 
Good Stuff !!! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/8/2006 5:47:05 PM | Wurf! The poetry forums have been busy here...I had to rescue the barn from page three.
Do I have a poem tonight? Absolutely, just not yet. I just wanted to say hello to Ticket -- good to see you here again, pardner. The Candle Thing is burning as I write this. In the summer, it keeps the mosquitoes away.
A poem will be coming. I can't guarantee if it'll be any good, though.
Stay tuned. | |
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Posted: 2/8/2006 6:27:30 PM | Howdy to all ya old barn dwellers…
Greets to the new folk here …Stick around, this ole Barn is a warm place to hang out
Smelly Farty Goat.... Such a fine man y'are
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Words descend
Resting
On the page
With each stroke
Feelings
Brought to life
Simple moments
Released
In each thought
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Sleep well ...... | |
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Posted: 2/8/2006 6:37:59 PM | Hello again and hello Breathing-dear! You write more in a few words than I do in many -- as you will see shortly.
Yup..we're farty, farty tonight...what a party. Crack the window, for the air doth glow!
Okay..a poem and then I'll have to crack another one off:
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From Here to Maternity
It’s funny to watch
Women when a baby is brought
Into a room
It’s like when a new mower
Noisily wanders past a
Group of men
Or a keg is wheeled in
During a bachelor party
Oh, the women coo
And remark at how smart the baby is
(or appears to be)
There’s many questions
Along a vein:
How well does he sleep?
How much does he weigh?
Men would be more interested
In his displacement
And I would try to find out
If the women weren’t watching
So close
It is a more accurate assessment
Of a child’s weight and well-being
The ladies don’t think of that
They always say the baby looks
Like the mother
In places
That I can’t identify
After all, every baby I’ve seen
Bears a striking resemblance
To Winston Churchill
Or Yoda
Or both
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Can you tell that was spontaneous free verse? Really? G'wan!
Okay...I must be gone. See youse tomorrow, eh? | |
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om
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Joined: 10/16/2005
Msg: 2808 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/8/2006 10:36:51 PM | LOL, Crack me UP man!!! I concur completely goat!!
Beautiful poem breathing!! Simply beautiful!!
ok, grabs back of shirt and picks om up off to bed...Great laugh!!Thanks!!
cheers both/ all ! :) | |
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Posted: 2/9/2006 2:01:18 AM | OVERPRICED DENTURES
Now you may know I collect
Dentures by the antique set.
But when the latest models came out
I was frothing from my toothless mouth.
Teeth made of enhanced gyprock?
At four hundred each clacker? It is to mock
Sturdy chewers everywhere
Masticating steak without a care.
What next? Dental floss
Made from underwear elastic of your boss?
Or toothpaste of dilapidated cheese?
(One brush and your tastebuds sneeze.)
I'll gum all my food from here on in,
Float flavored eggnog in a tub of gin.
Then mix it up and pour over some sauce
Of chocolate and gravy, it's no one's loss
This denture-peddling sales job, what a fiasco.
With my new liquid food diet I'll have a blast. Ho !
Wait till I write my new diet book:
Lose a hundred pounds in salivation. Holy fook ! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/9/2006 4:04:39 AM | ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
LMAO
Good one Rory!
Hugzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz Pickles
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/9/2006 10:04:31 AM | Howdy Barn Dwellers!!!!! I've missed ya's!!!!
Aging town
Walking through town
Noticed the wear and tear
The buildings are getting old
Time shows how it can bare
Bricks crumbling slowly
Sidewalks lift and crack
Makes me wonder what it looked like
A hundred years back
Think the city needs to get busy
To bring it back to fine
Spiff it up a little bit
And make it shine
Sam | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/9/2006 3:33:14 PM | Hey fellow Barnacles.....I am now a commuter and as such I am learning about "Commuter Etiquette". Our commuter train service is called "GO" Transit...for Government of Ontario...
Know my spot on the platform....
The train door opens right here
Stand there even on a frigid morning
Just want to be sure....
That I get my "usual" seat
That I can relax and settle down
Read or even snooze a bit
On my commute..into town.
SO it was this cold morning
That I staked my usual spot
Horror... the driver applied the brakes late
The door ....was not...
As I entered behind the masses..
Some rude cow took my seat
I glowered and tsked and muttered
Oh of course beneath my breath
Revenge was mine at Union Station
I stood in front of her at the door...
Took my sweet time alighting
Pissed her off ...for sure.
OK...off to the pub for wings and maybe some new talent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hahahahahahaha
Gotcha
Hugzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Pickles
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Posted: 2/9/2006 7:03:35 PM | Hello all! A busy little ol' barn here today...good to see you guys here again. I was a little concerned when this barn fell to page three. It's easy to get lost in this pond with all the traffic ripping past you. Well it is if you don't write and post a hundred poems a day and cross-post them in multiple threads, that is.
Hello Om! Good to see you here and thanks...that one was roughly composed after watching women in action (sounds like a soft-ponr movie, don't it?) when a new mother hauled a slumbering baby into the office. I asked if he leaks and all I got was a dirty look. Go figure. Be good and make sure that when you pick the little critters up, use a sturdy place to grab so nothing rips off. I heard it's emotionally scarring for the littl 'uns.
Welcome to Black Mary...thank you and I do enjoy what you write as well. I may not wander all over the place to post, but I read a fair bit on these boards. I skim some, but I read yours. Don't be a stranger, eh?
Rory...excellent, excellent, excellent and hella-funny to boot. I've heard dentures are a lot of fun, but I sure hope I never have to get them. I like my real teeth...they're better for defense if needed...along with my freakishly-long toenails. Good to see you here.
Mari...This barn-dweller missed you too. Saskatoon is blissfully covered with snow for the time being, but when spring comes some of the roads look like the way to Damascus. Scary. On a bike you can avoid the potholes, but in a car...well a shreded tire or two is the norm on some roads. Love the poem!
Blessed be the lovely and talented Pickles! Good to see you here as well. The pleasures of public transport...ahh, it takes me back to my university days of riding the goddam LRT in Edmonton for a berloody hour each way for two berloody years....ugh...and that's why I ride a bike or take the truck. Why would I pay close to $3.00 to stand in a crowded, smelly place and get fondled by r-tards? I mean, I can do that at Wal-Mart for free if I don't buy something. Really.
Okay...what do I have in the bag tonight? I think it'll be a poem fragment because my little brain has worked terribly hard and couldn't form poetry today. So, here it is:
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Matronly Ms. Blythe
A lady of pedigree, ‘tis to be sure
But her love life was awfully contrived
She did not just come in bed
She simply and elegantly arrived
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Yep...that's all I had in the brain today. Sorry. Better luck tomorrow, right?
See youse guys tomorrow -- be good, keep your head up and your jock on your giblets.
G'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/10/2006 4:33:59 AM | Good Morning all.....hope everyone is well, we have been sick here with a flu I just happened to get a combination of what my boyfriend had and what my son had, so I got the worst of it...go figure....lol
Feeling better now, so all is good...
I sense a new saga going to happen, just have to write about ms blythe she seems a worthy candidate...lol
Take care talk to you later on today..
now you see dear laddies
the dear old Ms Blythe
might of been in her sixties
but had many offers to be a wife
no way you might say this cant be true
but I will tell you why
because dear Ms Blythe new what to do
to make the poor boys fly
Young and old it didn't matter
they all lined up to see
Dear Ms Blythe elegently enter
the room in all her glory
Her sixty year old body was in perfect shape
and she knew just how to use it
her favorite way to get the man swooning
was to gracefully go about the backwards sit
Okay there you go...lol...next person can take over and add some flare to it... have fun..
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/10/2006 4:55:12 AM | Oh Goat forgive me for this one
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Sister
Mrs Blythe had a sister
who also like to rage
but unlike Mrs Blythe
this one showed her age
Hairs upon her chin were fine
plaited as they seemed
but if you looked more closely
stuck together with cream
Beauty mark beside her nose
in fact was rather grim
pus came pouring from it
if she tried to grin
By accident you'd touch her hair
if and when she called
you would find it in your hand
for actually she's bald
Loved to give out blowjobs
thought them rather neat
and she was quite popular
because she had no teeth
Once her boobs were really fine
back when they were able
but now for unknown reasons
they hung down past her navel
Legs were like a map of France
full of bursting veins
but if you tried to close them
my god would she complain
I better leave the rest alone
leave it for Rory mate
for the other Mrs Blythe and I
are off now on a date
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I think I better Lurk away very quietly
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/10/2006 2:59:23 PM | SISTER BLYTHE
Sister Blythe used to fornicate
Along the strand of an eve.
But those days are long past their due date:
She now has a fusty sleeve.
While longte is out painting the town with sis,
I excuse myself from the turmoil
When he left us here, I would be remiss
If I say I didn't recoil
From her pus-leaking boils, hairy chin
And crossed eyes that twitched and darkened.
But what's this? longte's back. What's the din?
His date is yelling, he's been harkened
To explain his indiscretion on their first ever date,
So I sneak away in the night
While longte now has two women who berate
Him; they're putting up quite a fight !
Ahh, the night is starry and cool,
Fragrance washes over me, I am free !
But longte is thinking he played the fool
When he said "yes" to the Blythe sisters, hee hee.
Sorry, longte, but you started it. | |
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Joined: 10/16/2005
Msg: 2819 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/10/2006 4:05:25 PM | Silly folks, gossiping ,making jokes of them
those opposites are really twins, on this you can depend
I got it first hand, from the brother, who claimed to know the truth
cause when we dated, he whispered close, my sisters are quite loose
so one was blessed with charms and looks, and one was cursed with pus
but what he told, bout both the Blythes, would scare the all of us
see she the one, with all the looks, as well the ugly hagg
the real dark truth, of both of them, is both are dressed in drag.
sorry longte, couldn't resist the fun,careful who you date these days,
I may of missed something but oh well, no 'ones' perfect..:) | |
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Posted: 2/10/2006 6:17:29 PM | Hello all. Hello to the barn-dwelling fellers! What an interesting and entertaining crop of poems you guys have planted here today. I loved them all...I never expected Ms. Blythe to take off like that. I have yet to finish the Feargal O'God saga (still one more idea in mind to further Rory's lovely, yet greatly amusing, requiem).
Meet and greets -- line up for your pat on the ass....ready?
Hello Miz...sorry to hear that you're feeling ill these days. I had a round of something myself, but it finally went away. Only the magic of Buckley's saved me. Excellent poem about that Blythe lady...loved it to tiny bits. Get better, eh?
Longte...I forgive you for that one and I'll do one more -- I'll encourage it. Now that is truly the finest poem about the ravages of age and bitterness I have ever read. BRAVO!!! Good to see you in this barn and even better to see you up to your usual wit. BRAVO!!!
Hello Mari...saw you in there...sneaky critter. Good to see you here.
Rory...and if there's a poet to follow Longte and take it all a step further, it's you. I'll never look at pus the same way again, thanks to you. You two had me in stitches tonight...excellent, excellent, excellent! Who needs cable when there's this kind of entertainment for pretty much free?
Om...and I knew I'd find you here as well, running with the theme. "Pus" is one of my favourite words and I was pleased to see it in your poem. But there is more to it than that...a furtherance of the tale, with a gender bender thrown in. Loved it as well.
Ah, you guys had me rolling tonight. Love it!!
Alas, all I have is this little thing tonight...not that little thing, just this poem:
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Matronly Ms. Blythe Part 2
Dear, matronly Ms. Blythe
Had a tongue like a scythe
Her enemies had a laugh, it seems
When she brushed her teeth with haemorrhoid cream
Though her mouth puckered and dried
A side-benefit came her way
Besides all her nasty verbal bile
Her cold sore went away
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Yep, it ain't the best, but it's all I had.
Better luck tomorrow, eh? G'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/11/2006 6:42:22 PM | Hello all...just a quickie here tonight...
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The Terror Upstairs
My neighbour weighs
Only 102 pounds
Yet he walks like he has
Oprah Winfrey on his back
While wearing wooden shoes
Often
At night
I swear
We can hear
Him
Building furniture
Noisly
And drrrrragging it across the floor
There, he disassembles it
Noisily
Possibly making
Fierce love
With the splintered pieces
And repeats the process
While the children and his wife watch
In mute appreciation
Of the physical beauty
Of it all
I'm pretty sure they don't have cable
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Well, g'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/12/2006 3:00:50 AM | The joys of neighbours are sublime
in very many ways
but somehow seems that I
make them go away
house next door is rented out
during tourist time
if air hosties do the renting
I'll take it like fine wine
For they seek local knowledge
and there this dragon shines
I will tell them anything
if I can feel Devine
Oh you girls must be bored
here come out on my boat
Sorry theres no place to change
I'll just watch and gloat
OK now its Friday night
you want a great party
Just drop over when you like
theres thee myself and me
But if the house is rented
to people I cant take
I'll drop through the letterbox
a lovely little snake
or drop in through a window
a really angry bat
Will put up with most things
but won't put up with that
Once more peace and tranquility
descend around my place
Dragon settles with a beer
and smile upon his face
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Lurking away quietly again
By the way
Theres a cheap house for rent here
Lovely area with lovely neighbours
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/12/2006 4:56:49 AM | This is a Limerick by Alan Watts:
A young man once said:
"Although it seems
that I know that I know,
What I want to see is the eye that knows me,
when I know that I know that I know". | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/12/2006 7:40:53 AM | Hello all...today is Sunday and it's time for a sermon from the Book of Goat. I'll just wait until we're all filed in.
First, a couple of meet and greets:
Hello Longte, you old dragon! I wish I could get neighbours like that -- all I seem to have around me are people who like to yell their normal conversations or build, drag and disassemble furniture all damn day. Love that poem too...your usual descriptive and rythmic self. Thanks, eh?
Welcome to Maudlin...I know what you mean, y'know? Clever limerick, pardner..I likes it. Welcome to the barn, eh?
Oh, and in the church news: There will be a bake sale at three o'clock in the back garden. Items in the large, red trash bin are also up for grabs though they won't be baked and they likely won't be good. If you have any questions, please address them to the brick wall in the courtyard.
Everybody here? Great...let's begin:
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Psalm 71 -- The Book of Goat
O, the power in the bladder
Is a terrible thing to behold
If thee hast been beholding it's contents
All night
That small apple-sized hollowed-out muscle
Has enough Strength
To drive Thy Lard from His slumber
Early in the morning
And propel His legs
Like rusty pistons
To the Porcelain Throne
Every
Single
Time
Only that little bit of Hydraulic Pressure
Is enough to get the Holy Machinery
Put into action
But it is not a pure physical reaction
Oh, no
When the bladder fills to capacity
It sends signals to the dreaming mind
Uncormfortable dreams of going
To strange toilets
Bushes
Ditches
Laundry Hampers
And urinating
Yet nothing happens
God Forbid that, in the dream
That you try to Force the Issue
Otherwise both people in the bed
Will be sleeping in the
Fabled Wet Spot
No more coffee for Thy Lard
After 10:00 pm
Amen
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Okay...that's it. Don't forget about the bake sale and take care out there. Wet kisses are available at the exit while you file out. I just drank three gallons of whole milk, so the kisses may be a bit phlegmy as well as disturbingly moist.
See you out there. | |
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Joined: 10/16/2005
Msg: 2825 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/12/2006 12:19:36 PM | genuflects, Amen Rev, Thy Lard givith fine Sunday sermen!!
Saturday wood as well! praise be to fine nieghbors and good hydraulics.
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I was given a beautiful block plane today
By a dear wood-working mate
I swear its made of gold
And oh, the weight
Must of cost a fortune
And honed to razor blade sharp
I swear it could shave bum fluff
Or cut a part of a fart
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a handy tool indeed for not making too much noise...:)
toodles all
genuflects | |
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