| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/25/2006 6:59:38 PM | Hello all. Not much time today, so it's a post and run night.
Greets to Longte (interesting inspiration..you crazy dragon!), Rory (heckuva funny poem there..love it), Crossfade (thank you for the kind words. We've been here a long time huh? The barn has grown into a pretty sturdy virtual structure...it's all due to the visitors and readers), and Om (excellent, excellent, excellent...loved the poem..very real feeling to it)
Okay..some stuff from me...howbout a haiku?
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Computer troubles
Make me so very ****y
Windows is to blame
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I'm having a beer and taking it easy now. Grrr. See youse guys tomorrow, eh? | |
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Posted: 2/26/2006 10:20:58 AM | Howdy ho …….. Tis a fine Sunday here on the prairie…..
I see the pews are filling up nicely…Thy Lard should be along shortly, he has some… unfinished biddyness to take care of …
Hi there, Longte - - You left some delectable treats for us….Ya made me laugh out loud…..
Greetings, Om - - “I worked in slow motion that day” Has rhythm you can feel!! Thank you for your kind words!!
Hello ta ya, Rory - - Your style and wit ,,,Tis unique….
Howdy, Cross fade - - You should hang some of your words on these walls, good to see you here.
I hope that Pickles is feeling ok, and will return home soon?! Hugzzz to ya ….
Goat - - “One Week Done “ has lines that last…You are consistently strong in your words. Your poetry continues to inspire me !! Sweet you….
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She walks
With a quiet smile
Tucked in her heart
The harsh edges of long ago
Faded
Her soul
No longer jaded
Simplicity
Her companion
With gentle steps
She finds comfort
In each breath
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Have a great day ..... Spring is on the way, I can feel it!! | |
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Posted: 2/26/2006 11:13:40 AM | Allo. Ready for a sermon?
Hello to Breathing dear...you are truly kind with your words, m'dear. Let's make a date and go to the Co-cp for groceries today? Anh? Do I kno whow to treat the ladies, or what?
Okay...sermon ACTIVATE!
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Psalm 51 – The Book of Goat
Thy Lard hath no patience today
Not even a little bit
Even the toothpaste was
Meandering far too slow
For His liking
And the microwave is too slow
To heat things up
Thy Lard was tempted to use a blow torch
To get His lunch started
But, we only have a little butane left
Alas, the curse of speed
Has befallen The House of Goat
As Thy Lard Himself
Perched on the edge of His chair
And hollers at the computer
For being too friggen slow
What hath happened to Thy Lard’s
Patience?
Is it the winter that sits and stays
Like a lazy sumo wrestler
In a Baskin-Robbins
Steeped in defeat, the still salt on his hands
As well as a lot of Cherry Garcia
Thy Lard got sidetracked again
Dangit
Only the sweet taste of beer reduces
The urge to fly through this mortal plane
With breakneck speed
Only beer can ease the pace
Of His mnd
To that of a Mississippi grandfather
Goin’ ta git the mayl
On a Thursday afternoon
Only beer can make this sermon possible
But coffee began the Great Wakering
That brought about the consciousness
That propelled Thy Lard’s a***
(which looketh a bit like hairy cottage cheese these days)
Into this chair that He is now leaning back in
Relaxed
Content
And needing to Urinate
Most Pressingly
But will settle for completing the sermon
Before moseying on over
To the Johnny
And taking care of de bidness
Have a beer
Relax
And settle into the pew at church
And let the pious **stards frown at you
Amen
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Ahh...there we is. Oh, I found something hilarious on the net here and the song is stuck in my head now too. It's a Dutch song (of which title I don't know) but some amusing person turned it into a flash video and helpfully (and amusingly) translated it for us English speakers. If you listen to the singer's words, it does sound like what he's singing...you'll see what I mean when you get there.
Here's the URL:
http://tmst.twu.net/flash/monsterdeer.htm
See youse later, eh? | |
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Posted: 2/26/2006 4:08:30 PM | Hello Barn Dwellers,
Awesome Sermon Goat!!!!
My cell isn’t working on calling up Pickles today, But I will keep trying!!
Not sure whats up with it, but it’s not going through way up there.
QUILTED
After looking at a bunch of houses
We decided to have one built
One of our own to start memories in
And personalized with a home made quilt
The quilt will come from pieces
Of all of our lives, for all to admire
As they find the warmth and comfort
In front of our fire
Each child will find me cloth
Of one of their favorite things
And together we will sew them
And see what the pattern brings
Then Dennis and I will add
Our own little pieces
Until the quilt will grows
And the size then increases
Soon we’ll add the memories
That we all make together
And then we’ll always be blanketed
Warm and cozy forever….
Sam | |
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Posted: 2/26/2006 4:16:38 PM | The Beggar
Listen all ye people....
Don't you hear the cry?
There's beggar in the street
Just waiting there to die.
You see the the lonely beggar,
He asks you for a dime,
But you lokk down and walk away
He's just a waste of time.
The night gets cold and lonely
His eyes are filled with tears..
He thinks about his future
And how his death is near.
Now the lonely beggar
His time has come at last,
He lies down on the street to die...
Yet still the people pass......
Deadpoet | |
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om
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Joined: 10/16/2005
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/26/2006 7:55:59 PM | Hello every one! :)
Well, LOL monster deer "wash my name, start me"..great lines! Very amuzing Goat!!
Not really sure what to make of it, a poem in song about...??? But thanks, a good chuckle!
Thanks for your kind words also breathing/goat! Cheers   | |
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Posted: 2/27/2006 12:11:47 PM | Hiya all,
Pickles has broken out and is at home resting now, she said she should be online sometime tomorrow!!!!!!
Sam | |
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Posted: 2/27/2006 2:52:11 PM | Hi there, just a post and run for now, gotta get my son ready for bed.....
If you haven't guessed by now, I am soooooo ready for him to be in bed....lol
Anyway posted this on another thread but have to share with my fellow barn dwellers...
Take care talk to you all later..
Waking up is hard to do
I feel your touch at night
feather light and free
knowing that your hands are there
longing and needing to feel me
I hear your moans of excitement
pleasurable sounds escape your lips
as you gently explore my body
with your hands caressing my hips
Warm air is felt on my neck
as you lean in to taste and kiss
making my body tingle with warmth
and feeling of pure bliss
Body reacts to your touch
arching with need for you
alarm sounds dream time is over
but waking up is hard to do....
Miz | |
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Posted: 2/27/2006 7:47:40 PM | Hello all. Not much time for much...just a post n run
Mari...thanks for the news about Pickles. Hope she's fit and well enough to tackle the world, one room at a time.
Miz..sensuous poem...my my...been a while since I've seen anything like that from you. Well done!
Okay what's in this brain tonight?
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O Winter Weight
Oh it is a stealthy thing
Creeping low
Ears flat
Hardly moving
And then...POUNCE!
You wake up one day
And your pants don't fit
Even after that
Tremendous dump
Your socks keep getting
Pushed
Down
Because your ass keeps
Sliiiiiding
Down to your calves
Forming "cankles"
Defeating all socks' ascent
Spring, I tell myself
Spring is the thing
To lose the fatness
Of the king
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Okay...I must be gone. Be good and I'll see youse here tomorrow, eh? G'night! | |
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Posted: 2/27/2006 8:34:06 PM | Goat, do they get sore, these cankles that are anchored
On rolled-up smelly bunions by your toes, like a saggy chancre?
Or are they pimply-purple with lack of oxygen
From being encased in humid jeans of toxins? | |
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Posted: 2/27/2006 8:49:40 PM | Evening all...
A welcome to ya, deadpoet
This barn is a fun and sometimes stinky place...
HI, Om/Rory- - Life is well for you both, yes?
Nice one, Miz!!! Whew,,, Warm in here,,,
Mari - - Sounds like a warm and welcoming quilt !
Goat, Loved it !! Such a mind you have...
Well, it's a quick stop and then off to lala land...
Must .Work .Tomorrow. DONNN"T wannnnaaaaa!!!!
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A history
Memories divided
Sealed
In a far off place
Values lost in space
The Sum
Suspended
In time
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Night.....I'm gonna curl up under a bale and drift off | |
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Joined: 10/16/2005
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Posted: 2/27/2006 10:00:58 PM | Hiya all ;) Gee, I felt that one too Miz, wow good one!, but those darn alarm clocks eh...:)
Just a late night drop off...*Yawns* TaRa :)
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It ok
It, lends
Always on
On time
Always
Resurfacing
In-forming
Non form
Elusions
Servered
Up
Down to the last
Walloping
Moment
And all the while
It,
Never
Ceases... | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 2913 | |
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Posted: 2/28/2006 12:08:47 AM | Everyone seems so contented tonight
Except for Goat of course
Must find a remedy
I have had a notion
think we can put in motion
about this fat explosion
how about we target
if we can find a market
people who need parkas
they must be just skin and bone
relying on those coats alone
while they're far from home
get dear Goat to peddle hard
collect all the melted lard
then sell it in the yard
please try to use this idea
then when you're a millionaire
smile at how you got there
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OK
..
Now Breathing doesn't want to go
to work in the ice and snow
dreads the bleating of alarm
dragging from her bed so warm
remember at the end of day
Goat will kiss your cares away
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Soppy Dragon
OH NO
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Posted: 2/28/2006 8:22:02 AM | Last that I remember...was lying with arm stretched out at my side
A horizontal benediction pose
Then nothing.
Swimming up through rolls of drug induced sleep
The feeling of relief as I feel my side
I am still contained inside.
Narcotic oblivion
Comes when I want with the push of a button
Nausea visits unannounced
But is soon trounced by Gravol.
I think C.N.R has opened a new route
Along my scar
Or maybe an aboriginal elder used my belly as a canvas
Creating the next Oz masterpice or map of the outback.
Drain drain go away.....hurrah it came out today
I am sprung......
Home......
Reconstructed and better than new.
So many people to thank
So many prayers were banked for me by you
Thank you....all of you....
Pickles xoxoxoxoxoxox
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Posted: 2/28/2006 11:27:23 AM | hi there
someone has to give me topics so I don't keep double posting...lol...seems like this is the only way my mind tends to work on poems these days...
Sorry if this offends anyone, but we all know this has happened....maybe we can feel that smile and make more of them happen...
A pleasant surprise
Sheltered from the light
alone in the cellar of her house
praying that she will be found
even though as quiet as a mouse
Only 10 years old she is
but aged so many years ahead
her mind has been torn apart
soul and heart are dead
Daddy is a drinking man
mommy likes drugs that are bad
having her in their life
just makes them both really mad
So they put her far away
at least where they couldn’t see
to them doing this to her
wasn’t wrong just made them free
Each day she sat all alone
and tried to stay alive and fight
but the hardest times for her
were the darkening nights
Fear came each time the sun set
not knowing what was to come
or whether not she would be here
in this dungeon of a home
One morning she was found
and finally saw a real sunrise
feeling the warmth brought a smile
this was a pleasant surprise...
Miz
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Posted: 2/28/2006 6:39:29 PM | Hello all. Good to see so many feet come through here, leaving poems, footprints, discarded Whopper wrappers...ah, the sights of civilization..
Just a post n' run for me...greets to Rory (love the ditty..master of the terse verse!), Breathing (hello, m'dear!), Om (now, I do like that one...excellent!), Longte (you crazy old dragon, you made me roar with that one. The Goat always licks the cares away...SLORK!), Pickles (You live! All stitched up like a baseball glove, but you're here with us. You may never do a proper sit-up again, though. Missed you, dear. Lots.), Miz (you still have it and thanks for bringing it to the barn).
Okay..a poem?
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The Origin of Poetry in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Rhyme
Bicameral mind
Is quite a find
In a book written some time ago
Though the book is heavy
And carries a mental levy
But the ideas those old words do sow
Pages do pass
And it’s a gas
As my heart and breathing slow
Occasionally I feign
The knowledge ingrained
All my clever words are for show
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Guess which book I'm reading now. A hint? The author is Julian Jaynes.
Okay...to the showers and then to the Great Sleep.
G'night! | |
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Posted: 2/28/2006 6:43:47 PM | Well lets see Gee Whiz Goat Smell...
Kind of gave away the farm there didn't you (or should I say barn)? Could it possibly be
"The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind"?
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Posted: 2/28/2006 7:04:05 PM | Hello…….
Evening, Om - - your words stand strong
Hello, Black Mary - - Cheers to ya
A good day to ya, Longte - - good stuff you have in that mind of yours!!
Howdy, Miz - - Very heartfelt, speaks volumes!
Dearest Pickles - - So glad you are in one piece and comfortable with the drugs…..gotta love em!!?? ..You were missed….. ;-)
Smelly Goat - - The pleasure of the written word, and the mind…..
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Silent wars fought within
The taste of honey crumbs
Sticking to limbs
Memories
Imbedded in the wind
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Sweet dreams .............. | |
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Posted: 3/1/2006 7:22:01 PM | Evenin' all...hello Breathing...you write them fine words, you did. Yuh.
As for me...a little haiku is all I have time for tonight:
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A poet distills
Never pontificating
A poet? Who cares?
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Yup, I'm cranky tonight. Short of words and temper and I'm a-going to bed.
I'll be in a better mood tomorrow, g'night. | |
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Posted: 3/1/2006 7:52:11 PM | Muhmph goat..........
give whoever the hoof and tell 'em to shove(l sh...) it
To some
Staples may mean flour, sugar or beans
To me
Staples kept my liver and abdomen in
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Posted: 3/1/2006 8:23:06 PM | Evening lurkers and barn sitters - -
hello to ya pickles - -
glad you still have a liver in that belly of yours .... equally glad you did not lose your wit
Dearest Goat - - y'ar simply wonerfull
People and their pompous *** ways
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Images
In the night sky
Memories descending
Only the stars to catch them
Falling
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Well, that's all folks....see ya later | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 2923 | |
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Posted: 3/1/2006 11:51:35 PM | Hi Pickles
Only staples working there
to keep that liver from the air
how wonderful those doctors are
must have known that from afar
the scent of lovely bloody dinner
for this fairly hungry sinner
should be easier to improve
with only staples to remove
Muah
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Posted: 3/2/2006 1:10:53 AM | Parking Lot
It was the way
my thigh felt against
the cool car hood
that made me
like you so
And it was the way
a risk can run down
a spine that made
my blood race
as few bleary eyes
stumbled to your cars
unaware
And it was the way
you took me with such
strength and stretched
me between the
moon and Chevrolet
that made me
crave you so
enjoy g | |
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Posted: 3/2/2006 6:18:42 AM | Hey Longte.....
There are some who lurk in here
Spreading gastronomic fear
Talk of livers so devine
Fresh and raw and quite sanguine
When it comes to things Hepatic....
Longte must be a fanatic
Muah
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