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Posted: 2/21/2006 6:32:03 AM | Hiya Barn dwellers!!!!!
Just got off the phone with Pickles niece, her surgery went really great!!!!!
I'm calling her room in a few hours and will post an update soon!!!
Hugs all!!
Sam | |
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Posted: 2/21/2006 12:54:35 PM | Hiya all,
Talked to Pickles just now, She's all doped up, but sitting up in a chair!!! Says she's doing fine!!!! I will talk to her again in a few days, when her pain level is a bit lower!!
Sam | |
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Posted: 2/21/2006 2:07:07 PM | Hi there everyone...
Tell Pickles hiya for me mari..glad she is doing okay so far..
well I will try to be on more this week as my guy has recovery duty and has to stay at work 24/7 well till friday morning...lol...but won't see him so I think I shall try to write some..
Wrote this in hollyberry's thread show me what you got, since they are far and few in between I thought I would share it here....
the topic was tunnel vision...
They say that I am blind
when it comes to loving you
but they don’t see the things
that my eyes do
You might have sins in your past
be labeled a bad boy and rough
but baby I know the truth
deep down your soft not tough
When it comes to rumors
I have heard a couple or two
but I close my ears to them
because I know the truth
They don’t believe in us
proving them wrong is my mission
because when it comes to loving you
I have tunnel vision....
take care
Miz | |
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Posted: 2/21/2006 6:33:50 PM | Hello all.
A big ol' Howdy to Pickles and best wishes on your recovery. Now no sit-ups for a little while, okay? Thanks, Mari, for keeping us up to date on Pickles' condition.
Hello to Miz...that's gooder...I didn't see that one there in Holly's thread. Darned better than what I can generate. Good to see you in the barn, too!
Okay...more off the cuff stuff from me tonight:
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The Passage of Time
Time passes through a miserly unnamed sphincter
That distorts it as we pass through it
It speeds and slows like corn syrup
Dribbled out of a water balloon
There is considerably less of a squeeze
When I'm at work
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Hey, it ain't much but it stays. Not much time to write these days...and I don't like it much.
But, off to the showers and then to bed with this bloated porky carcass of mine.
See youse tomorrow, eh?
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Joined: 10/16/2005
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Posted: 2/21/2006 8:31:41 PM | | Hiya all, Just wanted to give a well wish to pickles, Take care!! No wine for awhile eh! :) | |
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Posted: 2/22/2006 6:21:52 AM | GOODBYE TOO YESTERDAY
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this fear inside
my heart open wide
too much loss
no sleep at night
no rest for my mind
it has been a while
since i saw your smile
too long infact
each day
each hour
every mile
winding roads
without a smile
FROZEN IN TIME
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LAYING THERE AWAKE IN MY BED
FEELING ALONE AND COLD
MIDNIGHT BREEZES
SENDING CHILLS THROUGH ME
THOUGHTS OF YOU
FROZEN IN TIME
THIS WORLD IM IN
SO UNFORGIVING
TIME AFTER TIME
I CALL OUT TOO YOU
ALL I HEAR
IS THE EERIE ECHO OF SILENCE
I LONG FOR YOU
TOO FEEL YOUR BREATH
ON MY BODY
AS YOU HOLD ME CLOSE
I DREAM OF YOU
THE ECHO OF SILENCE
TOTALLY CONSUMES ME
THE TOUCH OF OUR BODIES
A TRUE GODSEND
THE ONE SURE THING
IN MY LIFE IS YOU
YOU AND NO OTHR
so many hours
dropping like meteor showers
this is where
i grew up
never taking the time
too stop and look
saying goodbye too yesterday
i dont want too relive thoes datys
every memory
broken in two
how am i
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Posted: 2/22/2006 6:55:51 PM | Hello all. Good to see a couple of new faces here in the barn (even though one new face was incredibly incomprehensible with what he wrote). Hello to the barn-dweller fellers and visitors too.
Hello to Om, Rory (good comeback, by the way) and Black Mary. A welcome to Rrsjr, though I doubt you'll ever be back here again -- you don't seem to be the poetic type.
Welcome to Newflex (I'd write your whole screen name, if I weren't so lazy). All poems are welcome here and thank you bringing them to the barn. Good to meet ya, eh?
Hokay...for me...there's something that goes a little like this:
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Leapt Year
The shortest month
With what feels like the longest days
Winter staggers through it all
Dragging with it so much wind and snow
Of various properties:
Wet, powdery, granular
And several hundred Inuit words
That have never rolled over the tongues of white men
The wind itself becomes
A Verdi opera
That ain’t over until the fat lady
Gets on up, with
Tits spilling out over the top of her gown
And yodels something loud
That heralds the end of February
That heralds the receipt of a paycheque
That brings forth the payment of rent
That ensures delivery of yet another power bill
That certain series of tiny rituals
That will put this sawed-off month to rest
Perhaps it will bring a small promise of spring
If that damned groundhog had not seen its own shadow?
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And that'll do it for me...see youse tomorrow, eh? G'night! | |
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Posted: 2/23/2006 2:48:51 PM | Hi Barn Dwellers!!!!!!!!
Just got off the phone with Pickles again,
She sore but doing good and hanging in there.
She’s hopping to get out and be back home by Sun. or Mon.
(If all goes as plans)
She says hi to everyone!!!
Sam | |
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Posted: 2/23/2006 5:30:59 PM | And hi to pickles ! Thanks for the info, mari.
REMEMBRANCES OF FEARGAL O'GOD
He limped into the delicatessen,
Kind of a half-shuffle, half-hop,
And began loudly blessin'
The sheeps' brains and the hamhocks.
White legs, rheumy eyes, grey-haired legs,
He muttered, then gave a weird shriek
To the young proprietor, then he begged
For the bathroom to "take a wee leak".
The man said "no public washrooms here,
I'm afraid. So get out before I call a cop."
Feargal grew pensive, then dropped his beer
On the tiles. He was handed a mop.
"Ya dunce ! Clean it up, ya old perv !",
echoed in the sheep lover's ear.
Whilst wiping the floor, he had the nerve
To peek at the sheep loins, and leer.
Ah, Feargal ! Heaven must be a lone copse
Where sheep dot the green.
He pulled out another beer, then dropped
It again. The counter-man, livid, burst his spleen. | |
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om
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Joined: 10/16/2005
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Posted: 2/23/2006 6:17:45 PM | I was inspired by message 24
To just not think any more
So I'll see what comes out
Knock this one about
and have fun as I had before
Actually I'm just procrastimating
I should be in the shop masterbating
See, I'm so far behind
And it's all such a grind
But the end of the month is just waiting.
oops got to go..stage left...:) | |
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Posted: 2/23/2006 6:32:31 PM | Greetings to all….The weekend is near!!! And a hello to the newbies, Hello
Good to see you here, om - - Gud to c u an yar speln pom! Yup, the goat is inspiring…
Howdy, Miz - - You always leave sweet words !!
Hey there, Rory - - Your humour fills the barn!!
Greetings, Mari - - Thanks for the update on pickles, eh!! Please send her our love and well wishes … She is in our thoughts----------She is one of a kind!
Da Goat - - You are my quiet place of sanity…
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A leaf awakens at dawn
Veins
Breathe life
Quietly
Bleeding into another
Forming images
Like lines of a manuscript
Suspended in time
Traces of a history
Unfolding to the day
Slowly
Taking root
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See y'all later....... | |
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Posted: 2/23/2006 6:40:41 PM | Hello all...good to see youse folks hyar in this place tonight.
Hi Mari -- thanks for the Pickles news. Good to know she's home-bound soon. I wouldn't want her to disappear and then we'd have all those "Pickles sightings" all over the globe...you know, like that Elvis fellow. Actually I seen him pumping gas in Krydor once...
Hello Rory -- Ah, yes...Feargal does live on and that poem of mine still knocks aboot in my head at times. Poetry and I haven't been getting along lately, but I think if I spend some time with it, it can warm up to me again. Love what you wrote, pardner. That will be clipped and kept in the Feargal file.
Hello Om -- I had to look waaaay back in the barn to see what you meant. I did write that, didn't I? I can take a lesson from myself as well and not think too much about the daily poem and just drop what comes to mind. I never realized masturbating rhymed with procrastinating so well until I saw it. I like it! Keep on not thinking...I'm going to try that right now...
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A Tale of Two Tots
Tater-tots and lugnuts
Are two thing you should not
Put into your mouth
Without preparation
One needs ketchup
And the other needs
A lot of beer
If you chew them
You run the risk of
Actually tasting them
Swallow them whole
And the body will pass
What it will pass
And absorb the nutrition
That remains
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I'm not gonna think about it...nuh uh...it's there to stay in it's original form. Sure, it's not about some unrequited love far away in some distant time and sure it ain't about some lofty ideals followed by a Bible quote...but it's mine and I wuv it...yes I do...
Allrighty...to bed soon. This has been Ugly Week at work and I need my Cranky Sleep to face the day properly. Thank God its Friday or I'd have to eat someone's spleen...er somethin'...
Anyway...g'night! | |
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Posted: 2/23/2006 7:17:52 PM | Hello Breathing...absolutely loverly...just like you.
You got in there while I was jabbering away so goatly.
Ah..you are still my favourite poet, ya know. | |
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Posted: 2/23/2006 7:53:01 PM | LOL, I wuv it too goat! I wiwy wiwy do! Yours too breathing! Don't know what it is about your poems breathing, they are so grounding ! Must be a part of your nature?
Sorry, I rushed my last line, my sis came to the door just at that moment and I missed a hello and good bye here also..so cherio yall, back for another glue-up one day....:) | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
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Posted: 2/23/2006 11:14:17 PM | Lurking Lurking Lurking
Goat, I know exactly what you mean
not good to have to dine on spleen
kidneys are much finer fare
nice aromas fill the air
when herbs are added to your taste
then very little's left to waste
Liver should be sliced real fine
splendid with a good red wine
Brains just crumbed and quickly fried
not too much or ruin your diet
Nothing can be better for you
than tenderloins on barbque
now we reach my favourite part
stuffed and baked, the lovely heart
Well thats all there is from this sinner
must invite someone around for dinner
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Joined: 10/16/2005
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Posted: 2/23/2006 11:40:49 PM | | But this fun keeps my mind salivating. Thanks longte; that was the last line! | |
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Posted: 2/23/2006 11:48:55 PM | longte must've been auditioning for "Silence Of The Lambs"
'Cuz now he's drooling over the blood of murdered rams.
A fine port with roasted innards goes down smooth
And a post-prandial panatella in an open air dost soothe.
When the scarred flesh slides down his throat so easily,
It's then his dinner guests look on most queasily.
Hilarious the picture would be, at a vegetarians' convention:
longte slicing organ parts with mischievous intention.
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Joined: 10/18/2004
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Posted: 2/24/2006 12:14:15 AM | Ah Hannibal, Delicious man, he knew that at the end
Just passing through as you could say, was a lovely friend
Taught me well the sauces for serving with fresh meat
Excellent the meals we shared on many different streets
Companions we had plenty; but lost them over time
Thinking of them now, such memories are sublime
Vancouver in the summer, is quite a pretty town
Rory my old friend, I'll be sure to invite you round
I'm sure that we can find, a hitch-hiker or two
You teach me your recipes; I'll try mine on you
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Posted: 2/24/2006 5:40:32 PM | Hello all. Hello to Longte, Om and Rory. You guys served a heck of a good mess of poems about "the other, other white meat" that had me laughing, though feeling a little queasy.
Excellent rip-roaring efforts mates! Thanks so much for the reads.
It's a post n run night for me. Tired. Long day. Here's a short poem:
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One Week Done
Point, click, wait, pick
The server at work is that quick
Click, wait, sigh, twitch
The server is a slow bitch
Wait, click, shuffle groan
Can a yawn stifle a moan?
Fart, click, wait, punch
Screw this computer, time for lunch
All this pointing
And clicking
And waiting
For more nothing to happen
Is akin to watching
Old people eat
Or a cat lick himself
After lunch
It’s back to point, click and wait
Digesting the food I ate
Point, wait, click, click
Our IS staff are all dicks
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Okay...to the showers and then, blissfully, to sleep. Grandpa here is bagged. G'night! | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
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Posted: 2/24/2006 7:22:23 PM | "Watching old people eat
Or a cat lick himself"
Once knew a girl called Mary Lou
we had a real good time
Name wasn't really Mary lou
just used that to rhyme
she had been a dancer
was pretty flexible
now was into yoga
not so terrible
she could find positions
that tried to break my back
in one of those positions
she was just like that cat
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Posted: 2/24/2006 10:12:09 PM | WHY SHE DID YOGA EVERY DAY, AND ENTHUSIASTICALLY
She assumed the inverted pose
And her pelvis, it did touch her nose.
Now her man he tried it, too.
But gave up when his back cracked in two.
So he still needs his pretzel-woman to blow him,
Though she gets better sex when, with herself, in the gym.
But hey ! It's better than cheating with another man;
When she's tired of yoga, she just uses her hand. | |
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Posted: 2/24/2006 11:57:57 PM | You have shown up all these years, making everything last.
The words you created l... were humorous words, to a heart in a cast.
I failed to say it before. Your words are amazing, as they dance upon our minds.
I have read many poets here on this site. Yet reading you, I know, you are one of a kind. | |
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Joined: 10/16/2005
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Posted: 2/25/2006 4:27:29 AM | I worked in slow motion that day
The whole time
They sat there
In thier sweetness
And diapers
Watching
The air fresheners worked well, also
In that hot
Daycare
And one by one
They passed
In slow motion
Steering thier meda-wheels
And they would stop, and ask
"What are you doing there"?
One even asked,
"Are you Tony"?
And I answered,
in slow motion
I finished
It looked "very nice"
And it was a good thing
I cleaned up
Because I found a screw
on the carpet
Which may of caused
a back up. | |
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