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xchuck
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Joined: 8/8/2005
Msg: 2851 | |
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Posted: 2/15/2006 7:08:58 PM | Goat i'm sorry i hav'nt stopped by in awhile...and i miss alot of good poems....love your quirky unique poetry and writing i missed it alot buddy | |
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Posted: 2/15/2006 7:11:17 PM | Well,****a doodle do! I didn't think it would work either.
Does this mean the auto-censor is off now?
Can I use my favourite word "arse" with impunity? Can I go and bet on a****fight this Saturday and mention how it all went down on POF? I do have a favourite****in the tournament...he's a real fighter.
You guys crack me up! You're all a bit (pleasantly) nuts...we should go out and do****ails one fine evening.
And this thread gets a loverly bump to the top to defeat all the billboarders up top, if only just for a few minutes...
See youse later, barn-dwellers!! | |
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Posted: 2/15/2006 7:14:14 PM | Hey, Chuck! Missed you there while I was jabbering away...good to see you too.
The barn is still the same place it ever was, ennit? Many thanks for the kind words, pardner. And I do check your poems when I see them...you still have the talent, mate.
Be good and don't be a stranger, eh? | |
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Posted: 2/15/2006 9:11:12 PM | Hey Longte & Pickles-how'd you guys do that?
lets see can I say****or do I need to use it in a sentence like di(c)kcheney shot a 78 year old man in the face? | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 2855 | |
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Posted: 2/15/2006 9:26:11 PM | Hidden in the seething mess
some fools call my brain
are the secrets to the editing
isn't that a shame
So you can write Di[c]k
as often as you may
But instead I'll use Dick
when in Shall We Play
There is story to this
a very sorry tale
about a dragon and a goat
and very large cockails
seems we hit a buffet
ate an unknown dish
had the trots for a week
isn't life a Bitch
Just first do your posting
then if its to your credit
on the left a button thing
allows you now to edit
but it do it fairly quickly
time limits are in place
otherwise Dick Cheney
may shoot you in the face
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Posted: 2/16/2006 1:30:39 PM | It's cold as a bitch here.... they say -43 with the wind chill .....brrrrr
It would be nice to sit about, share sound bits and cocktails... You will be on our minds as we settle in with a beer and a soccer game. I believe it’s Italy – Croatia...
Greetings, Black Mary/Xchuck - - Maybe one day you’ll hang your words on these barn walls?!
DragonN - - Ya gotta face life head on ..... The good /The bad and the simple moments that make life so worth living!! Good to see ya...
Mari_Sam - - How are things in your neck of the woods :-)
Howdy there, Pickles - - Good to see your wit is intact!!
Suakri - -Ahhhh,,,,,, The smell of steak on the BBQ…sounds like a perfect blend of spices…Good to see your words here..
Rory - - Glad you are part of POF, your words add character to the forums…
Longte - -Good writes there, mate…..keep ‘em coming
Goat - - Are ya ready for a much needed long weekend?
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A silent rhapsody
The movement of leaves
The cool scent of a morning breeze
Tastes of salt-water daisies
A gentle wind blows
The warmth of the sun
Fresh on her skin
The fragrance
So sweet and pure
A subtle hint of wine
The sound of harps
Slowly descend
The stillness echoes in the trees
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Posted: 2/16/2006 2:18:49 PM | Hiya Barn Dwellers!!!!
Breathing,
It's cold here too, but not as bad as you've got it, come later tonight we'll be close in the race though!!! Hoping I can borrow a bit of that silent rhapsody , Man that sounds so tranquil!!!!!!
Sam | |
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om
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Joined: 10/16/2005
Msg: 2858 | |
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Posted: 2/16/2006 2:51:42 PM | hello all, Just poking about, Was that from wishful thinking breathing...lol, at -43, one might have such lovely thoughts, It did inspire a thought or two in me though ...we had snow this morning and now rain, again..sheesh..
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Snow,
Then rain
Then snow
Then rain
Pessimistic clouds
Hanging over
Oppressive
Pressing
Grey
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sorry folks, had to face it..lol
crank up the heat and let those candles glow...:) | |
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Posted: 2/16/2006 4:55:04 PM | OK Breathing-here's one I wrote last weekend
Kentucky Snow Poem
(© Black Mary poems)
There are times when I’d put my faith
In poetry over science
For instance
Take that snow bank there
Put your hand in it
Do you feel it like warm silk
Those are the dreams of children
Lost to the plague in Milan…14th century
Dreams not dreamed
Come down with the snow
All these centuries they’ve been
Riding the wind in the interstices
Waiting in the collective for
Someone…to receive them
And the mind of science
Understands this
Like it understands
God’s tennis shoe
But the mind of poetry knows…
Tonight there is a pod of whales
One of which is albino
Exactly midway
Between Milan and Kentucky
Which is
Where we are now
Where the new snow
Comes down in fever | |
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| Kentucky Snow Poem
Posted: 2/16/2006 5:45:18 PM | HEART ATTACK
The view from the mountain makes the summiteers,
stiff as trees, smug, as far below,
like spider veins giving off electric pulses,
red rivers run regaling the ferns
in slow-motion, soaking the shadows
and shallow banks, shoals playing hide-and-seek,
throbbing backs of drowned mariners,
grey and fastidious with silt
a future embalming wind covers in concern
while far along the circuit, a burst conduit
spreads like a red ink-spot in the blinding white sands
drowning the dreams of those on the peak,
alpine egoists, with the best binoculars,
the lenses fogging over. | |
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Posted: 2/16/2006 7:22:54 PM | Howdy all. Tonight is a post and run night. And it's a chilly one out there as well...-35 C is what I heard. The Americans will have to convert that to Fahrenheit because I'm too lazy to do it.
I think a haiku is in order here:
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The bread is alive
With the smell of fungal things
Crawls away in shame
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A long weekend for the goat...I took tomorrow off as Sanity Day from work. Gotta use up those paid holidays.
Greets to Black Mary (I can't get past the auto-censor either), Longte (instructional and poetic), Breathing (she's reading on the couch...loverly...), Mari (it's cold enough to freeze the nuts off a bridge...almost), Om (we had a lovely clear day here, though the sun had no warmth to it...cccccold!) and Rory (amazing, pardner...truly amazing...)
Okay...see youse tomorrow, eh? G'night!
Oh and Pickles still cracks me up...she also has the power to defeat the auto-censor. Must be all that charm...
Okay...I go now...g'night! | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 2862 | |
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Posted: 2/17/2006 12:16:51 AM | Better blame his Magesty The Goat for this one
Must admit I'm not too keen
on bread that is alive
have eaten it too often
in order to survive
weevils are amusing
when running wild and free
but not so damned amusing
when caught between your teeth
Fungi that is growing
on a bread thats sliced
may look rather pretty
but doesn't taste real nice
someone used those furry bits
to help find penicillin
they don't slide down the throat
real well, even when you're willing
but desperation for some bread
when you are out sailing
lets you stomach many things
that look like they are ailing
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I didn't write that
It wasn't me
Must have been some other Dragon
Now where is Miz and her brownies when I need her
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Posted: 2/17/2006 7:13:33 AM | For Longte...
Was nestled in bed this morning
when I heard a rumble then the floor shake
seems I had an early visitor
and he demanded that I awake
Seems the poor old dragon
has had to many tasteless meals
and wanted something delectable
that was part of our deal
Dragons if you didn’t know
occasionally liked the damsels to eat
seems that they are like caviar
a rare and delectable treat
So when I crossed the dragons path
baked goods saved me that day
had to promise that I would bake
for the dragon when he came my way
You see whenever the dragon
would get a craving for some sweets
he would come a knocking at my door
demanding that I make some treats
From cookies like chocolate chip
to brownies so rich and dark
fudge caramels and creams
to yummy almond bark
When the dragon was full enough
he would swish his tail
and promise me he would be back
when his sweet tooth prevailed
So I have a reoccurring visitor
one that can eat me in one bite
so I give in and bake all day
and even into the night.....
Miz | |
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Posted: 2/17/2006 5:18:13 PM | Hello all...hello barn-dwellers!
Tonight is another post n run night. Breathing and I were walking about the town today since our little truck was getting all fixed. It's an ongoing project -- par for the course when you buy a used vehicle, ah reckon.
Good to see Longte and Miz here with some quality posts...I do enjoy everything you guys write, even if it's about food (and even if it's about food that's slightly south of good).
What do I have here in the bag of poetry tonight? Something spontaneous while my computer is getting Windows put back on it for the *final* time...berloody whacko operating systems...grumble...
Let's see...
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A Friday Expedition
The wind blew up my skirt today
Well, if I was wearing one
The wind would have gone straight up it
Chilled my nuts
Until they reatreated to the warmth
Of a deep part of my
Ab
Do
Men
We walked together, towards the mechanic's
Where our truck sat
Left in post-operative stasis
We walked
Through wind like knives
Smug fat motorists watched us
With Passing interest
Eyes not accustomed to seeing
Two well-clad figures literally marching
Against the coldest day of the winter
Thus far
Those motorists had eyes for Tim Horton's
Hot coffee with extra cream and sugar
Honey cruellers with a tiny bit of crunch
Their hunger so holy and bold
In their minds
That the two marching figures
Were forgotten as soon
As they stalked out of sight
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Okay...bowling night tonight. I've promised to not bowl overhand tonight, but I haven't set a limit on my beer intake. We shall see what develops.
See youse tomorrow, eh? G'night! | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 2865 | |
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Posted: 2/18/2006 4:44:38 AM | Oysters
lovely creatures
live down in the slime
although
with slice of lemon
taste is quite sublime
Filter feeders
dining
on whatever waters got
then slipping
down throats
like a lump of snot
Ive begun to worry
about the Goat tonight
He's been watching soccer
so did his pulse ignite
then at the bowling rink
finally take flight
did he set his heart
on another prize
for soccer and bowling balls
are of a similar size
just a slight weight difference
not visible to eyes
too painfull the reminder
in this scenario
did he see those those pins
decide to go for goal
limping home unsteadily
with four broken toes
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Posted: 2/18/2006 4:22:53 PM | As a prelude for the weekly sermon:
OF PICNICS AND PIETY
The priest fell asleep in the confessional,
a housewife forgave her next door neighbour
for spilling a parishioner's secret,
and a monarch butterfly, in benediction,
flapped athwart the conveners
argueing in earnest over minute details
in their cheap typo-filled tracts
which hailed some imminent coming. | |
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Posted: 2/18/2006 6:46:45 PM | Hello all. Our bowling partners didn't show up last night. Hey, we waited for a half-hour and still no show -- so Breathing and I went home and drank beer and watched some more World Cup.
The lanes were crowded at the bowling alley and those elderly bowlers can get pretty agressive if you try to lean in on their turf. Especially if those elderly bowlers have a beer in their system...
Anyhoo...we're here tonight. And, if I dig deep enough, I can produce a kinda-like poem.
Hello to Longte...nae worry about me..I only had to drop one bowling ball on one toe to have earned respect for bowling balls. Although I did nearly dislocate a toe in my younger days when I tried to boot a wet, frozen soccer ball. Hard to forget that sort of pain...and to kick with the sides of the feet, never the toe. Ouch...
Hello to Rory...heh heh...I remember taunting my pastor when I was a rebellious teen about Christ saying "hold fast 'till I come" in the Book of Fallopians. He'd lose his mind every time..heh heh..
The sermon will arrive tomorrow...maybe later than earlier -- but it will (ahem) come.
But for now..here's something else:
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A 24-Pack of the Blahs
Ambition runs like sand
Squeezed through the narrow sphincter
Of an hourglass
Or a rectum
Straining hard to keep it unexpressed
Good thing this is the weekend
For ambition is well-bottled
And my laziness crests
Like a failed tsunami
Bashing against puritan shores
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Okey-dokey...see youse guys tomorrow. G'night! | |
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Posted: 2/19/2006 9:16:37 AM | Hello all. Hello Barn. Hello Goat.
Oh, hello sermon:
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Psalm 309 – The Book of Goat
Is winning an argument
On the Internet
Like winning in
The Special Olympics?
Thy Lard doubts it
Special Olympians train hard
They practice and stretch
And they give it their all
Internet arguers don’t train
They don’t stretch
(They barely move, really)
They sit there with their
Mountain Dews and Doritos
Maybe a can of Red Bull beside them
Some Kleenex and Vaseline
(When the going gets tough
The tough get wanking)
And, after a brief survey
Most Internet arguers can’t spell
Worth a worm’s fart
And their grammar skills lack
Well, they simply are lacking
To the point of incomprehensibility
Oh, and Thy Lard won’t even
Venture into the quality of
Their Horrid punctuation
It makes one wonder if they always
Speak and act in one, long
Run-on berloody sentence
Having said all this, Thy Lard
Likes a good argument
Even on the net
It gets Him feeling
Smug
And
Important
(maybe omni-portent?)
So, please, pick a stand
Make a case
At least it makes for interesting reading
At times
Amen
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Okey-dokey-smokey...enjoy the day. Hugs and handshakes to all. | |
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Posted: 2/19/2006 10:21:06 AM | A special Sunday greeting to all you fellow pew sitters…..
It is a fine day to stand before thy Lard with his words of wisdom ... I left my Canadian Tire money in the hat…Perhaps he will collect enough to purchase a bookcase for all his worldly sermons….
Howdy to you Mari_Sam --It has warmed up here, summer weather now: Tis only –15, what a relief.
Hey ya, Om - - Good stuff you left here: Snow and rain , and life!!
Hello, Black Mary - - “Kentucky Snow Poem” I can see the mind of science, and hear the heart of poetry in your words.
Rory, you did it again - - I loved this line “ like spider veins giving off electric pulses ”
Good to see you, Longte - - You write with humour and style, ya made me laugh…
Miz, Such a kind soul, y’ar, - - Baking up a storm of sweet words…
Pickles -- You will be on our minds this coming week,,,hugzz to ya
Dearest Goat - - The man with wit and wisdom… I bow to you… I think many will relate to your Sunday Sermon!!
Well ….. Time for more Java, care for some?
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Something about this day
Wakes me
As spring scuttles on the heels of the sun
I can taste
The memory of blueberries in the dew
I feel the movement of time
Shouts of light splatter diamonds
Across the kitchen floor
This quiet day hums
Like the sound of pebbles
In a stone creek
The taste of feathers
Tickle my palms
The brush of time leaves its mark
Something lingers in this moment
As I feel your hand in mine
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Have a splendid day....I'm off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard... | |
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Posted: 2/19/2006 11:27:45 AM | Oral Fleet Enemas, and a bottle of Citro Mag
Keep me tied to the loo, such a drag
But he worst thing by far about this whole lark
I will never ever again be able to trust a fa*rt.
Thanks for the wishes one and all. Say a little prayer at 12.30pm EST
Hugzzzzzzzzzz
Pickles | |
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Posted: 2/19/2006 12:47:22 PM | I'll talk to Thy Lard for you and wish you a relatively painless procedure and a remarkly blissful recovery.
Here's to hoping they stitch the right holes closed, m'dear.
Hugs to thee, O' Great Pickles! Get well! We'll be right here, awaiting your return. | |
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om
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Joined: 10/16/2005
Msg: 2872 | |
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Posted: 2/19/2006 1:09:11 PM |
Bad speelers an tipers unit neel an prey
Lard, In yer nam an krust, I yhank thee for theye bowl moovments and seman, grand us piece of mine an sav us to al yhings beeing far in joy an hapenis... A man
oh sikky om, go homme , hym needs yootering..:) | |
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Posted: 2/20/2006 12:43:23 AM | om, my eyes need a lobotomy after that post.
Hi to breathing and Goat, and I trust your car is back in good working order.
WELL, SOMETHING OFF THE CUFF
Well, here's something off the cuff:
A story about Maruschka who "fell in luff"
With a Canadian Mountie who held her hand
For ten months before showing her his gland.
The courtship was stormy with pleas and such
From the man in red pants, she wanted to go dutch
On every date so's she wouldn't be beholden
To his lecherous advances, his eyes a-smolderin'
With passion. After all, for years it was just he and a horse
Neighing in the woods way off course.
A clearing in the spring with daffodils in its mane;
That veteran cop used to be animally insane.
Now Maruscka from the Eastern bloc fired his loins
But she wouldn't accept his frozen coins.
He had to woo her with skill, patience, and tact;
But the latter was wearing thin and that's a fact.
So he mailed her a "Dear Jane" letter one day,
And as she picked it up, this is what it did say:
"Maruschka, dear, I must go from you now;
Don't think me mistaken, you're not a cow,
But I prefer Mr Ed, I'm finding, things were simpler once.
You may think me strange, but I'm not a dunce.
Ed don't play games, he's there for me already
And soon, again, my love days will be heady
With equine passion on the dusty roads of the forests.
So I wish you well, but I must join in the chorus
Of love-struck fools who steal away in secret.
I must end this letter, I need to take a leak, yet
Don't misconstrue, if it doesn't work out
Between Ed and I, don't call me a jerk lout
If I run back to you on bended knee.
Until then, please bless the snorting Ed. And me."  | |
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om
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Joined: 10/16/2005
Msg: 2874 | |
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Posted: 2/20/2006 5:57:06 PM | hey rory, eh? whats that you say, your eyes feed the lottery... :)all in good fun mate...
I do enjoy reading your posts there rory, indeed fine stuff!
Hello all, must be focusing on work for awhile, be popping in for your fine tunes now and then.. cheers all! Blessed are we! | |
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Posted: 2/20/2006 6:45:35 PM | Hello all...hello barn...
Hello Rory! Excellent off the cuff stuff...very little fluff and not too rough. And it was full of "luff". A wonderful read! Thanks, eh?
Hello Om...have fun at that work thing. I do it myself from time to time. It pays the bills and keeps the internet connection connected. We'll be here, pardner..c'mon back when you're sick of work.
Let's see if I have a poem in this brain of mine. My off the cuff stuff is a lot rougher than Rory's to be sure...let's see...
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The Unbearable Lightness of Policy
It is rude to
Flick an executive's
Nuts
With a straight ruler
While in a board
Meeting
Such action tends
To put
The brakes
On negotiation
Though
It is rather funny
To watch the executive
Lick his palms
And roll
On the floor
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Well, I'm keeping it. The Goat has gone off the cuff and he's taking his straight ruler to the shower...for consultation.
Stinky hugs to all. See you later, eh? | |
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