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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - let's borrow each other's rhyme
Posted: 3/22/2006 7:05:11 PM | Hello all. Long day and I am destined to retire to the ebon folds of sleep soon.
Ergh..that was bad. I mean I gotta crash soon..but first hello to all here -- Pickles, Violette, Longte and Om.
Something about a shot? Let's see if I have something hyar:
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I'd give it my best shot
But chances are
I will miss
Hit the rim
Then I'll have to
Call for a wet clean up
In aisle two
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Erf...I must sleep. See you crazy kids tomorrow, eh?
G'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/22/2006 7:43:17 PM | Hello all!
I feel quite welcome for someone who only recently staggered into your realm.
There are 122 pages of history, of poems that I can not ignore. I feel I must dig through them , to get to know you all better. And to see what treasure I might unearth, things I may want to "borrow"...
I DIG POETRY
In the barnyard
It was quite an excavation
Digging deep
In the dung and dust and the dirt
An archeological quest
For bones and tomes and poems
Written long ago
With thoughts that are still as clear
Today
As whenever those thoughts
Last crossed your minds…
A sieve in one hand
Separates the dust
From the petrified claw
Of a fire-breathing reptile
That once terrorized small children by night
And by day
Catered to royalty
With rare culinary delight
Of crunchy things
Mysterious bits of this and that
Fried in hot oil
And served with parsnips and jellied kumquat.
Armed with the tools of the trade
A pen, a shovel and a mind like a sieve
It is a simple matter to find buried treasure
In the dung and dust and the dirt
Of a barnyard. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/23/2006 6:40:40 PM | Hello all. Another post n' run night for me...busy day...
Hello Violette...I hope the digging went well. And I really hope you didn't get lost in this big ol' place. It can get to be a bit of a maze at times. Love the poem...keep them coming, eh?
Well, all I have here is a quick haiku..
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Barely time to think
Work cuts far into the day
Leaving little behind
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Ergh...must sleep. See youse tomorrow, eh? G'night! | |
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om
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Joined: 10/16/2005
Msg: 3030 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/24/2006 2:33:12 PM | <--he*chuckles* pickles, I like that one Violette, god you all inspire me so much!
not that I know you but...a little something...
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As I was looking out my kitchen window
Off to the west
Watching the sun setting
I was thinking
Of my two dear friends
And thier neighbor
Upstairs
Who builds funiture
Above them
On Sundays
And I was thinking
I wonder if they've moved
Yet
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couldn't stop thinking of city life...:) | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/24/2006 3:59:33 PM | Hello everyone...
Sorry I haven't been around, alot going on, hadn't talked to my boyfriend for a few days was worried, then my mom was put in the hospital on friday and passed away on sunday night. She had been sick and this time didn't come out, but it was still extremely shocking and hard, so this week has been trying to get everything in order and also my head....
I will be on in a few days once my mind clears a bit, it's still kinda in the shock stage...
Take care hugsss to all
Miz | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/24/2006 5:30:23 PM | Hello all. Good to see you here in the olde barne.
Miz...I'm deeply sorry for your loss. The barn will be right here when you're ready to come back. The shock does wear off over time, though there are times when you get the urge to call your mom and then you catch yourself just before getting the phone. My mother died over twenty years ago and I still get that urge to call her. Take care of yourself...we're in your corner.
Hello to the other barn-dwellers...the Goat must run soon, so I will get to the daily poem. Riiiiggggghht NOW:
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Mein Kampfing Trip
If Hitler dared to steal my bike
That would not be a thing I would like
He was a rather hash man, I guess
Responsible for many an innocent's death
But he is far removed from me by history
Between the lines of books, he is a mystery
We could’ve avoided that six years of war, ever so cruel
If they would’ve let him into that darned art school
But, for many years common decency was ejected
Because the little oddball’s paintings were rejected
I was born many years later, as it was fated
The relevance of times gone past is now dated
But if Hitler did, by chance, steal my bike
I would harbour some very intense dislike
I would take him and Goering,, that fat putz
Line them up and kick them in the nuts
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And Goebbels too...he needs a knee in the package.
Okay...be good and take care yeselfs. I'll be back hyar tomorrow! G'night! | |
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Joined: 10/16/2005
Msg: 3033 | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/24/2006 8:56:17 PM | Woah Nellie......
Look please feel free to post in this wonderful light hearted thread....as long as you post appropriately.....
This stuff should be in the religion forum....after all....
Even God wanted us to be lighthearted
The truth is skewed
The road to salvation has a deviation
Called life
Don't impose your views
The vision of right and wrong, belongs
To everyone
Division in the name of religion
Can be so wrong
Enjoy your brothers and sisters
No matter their colour or creed
We Bleed
The same
And if you embrace and celebrate
Humanity
Then Our Gods will be pleased
Because we have suceeded | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/24/2006 10:44:42 PM | Hey Goat Goatstofferson...
Your Hitler poem reminded me of this little ditty from days past:
Hitler
He only had one ball
Goering
He had two
But they were small
And Himmler
He was simmler
And Dr. Goebbels
Had no balls
At all | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3037 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/25/2006 5:45:54 PM | We play in here light heartedly
forgetting there are lives
Then we see a friend indeed
has lots of pain inside
We cannot offer them a hug
for we're too far away
can only offer words on screens
there is no other way
Reality can sometimes bite
too often is not fair
just know that if you're hurting
there's lots of friends in here
A bale is always waiting
there's always room to share
this be an old barn
but everybody cares
..
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/25/2006 8:01:15 PM | Howdy all. A late post from me and likley a wee quickie.
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One bale sits empty
Barn dwellers patiently write
The dwellers do care
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Sermon tomorrow, hot and fresh like a Sausage Mcmuffin..well, maybe not like one of those. The sermon will be fresher..or more fresh...or something..with less pork in it.
Anyway..see you tomorrow. G'night. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/26/2006 9:19:53 AM | Howdy all. Good to see you here all lined up for the weekly sermon. I should apologize for this one, as it isn't all that funny. I really tried to be funny and failed, so I wisely gave up. Forced funny is no funny -- funny that, eh?
Must be spring. Or it must be all that shredded newspaper I ate this morning -- it digests more depressingly than what it reads. Must be something I ate I reckon.
So...here it is. Mind the pews..we're having troubles with the splinters. Best not to move around so much.
Okay...
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Psalm 574 – The Book of Goat
Thy Lard pondereth
On this very Spring-like day
About strife and other things
That crossed His path
They were Interesting Times
As the Chinese say
Though Thy Lard did not find it interesting
At the time
But now
It’s all a goldmine
Of Valuable Knowledge
Napoleon met his Waterloo
John Franklin lost and looking for the Northwest Passage
And we’ve all had some personal Vietnams
That lasted days
Weeks, perhaps
Years, even
Thy Lard had His Edmonton
So long ago now
And it was most interesting
Starving
Working temp jobs for Manpower
With no vehicle
Walking from place to place
A four-hour job an all day affair
One meal every three days
A bag of flour used so many different ways
The weather was hard and cruel
Snapping-***hole kind of cold, really
That year was a blur of faces
Names gone, places erased
Thy Lard didst learn, though
Many valuable lessons
About how little a person can live on
And how much is Luxury and how much is Necessity
A sharp perspective handed over on a cold wind
Lessons still applied today
And the lessons were applied
When Thy Lard went to the Yukon
And lived
Barely
In the worst winter in 50 years
One Basmati rice and caribou meat
With only CBC for company
(Thy Lard is still surprised He didn’t get scurvy that year)
But that wasn’t Thy Lard’s Waterloo
It was more of an Adventure Island
The mood wasn’t right for disaster
Like Edmonton
Forbidding Edmonton
Cold Edmonton
Some of you are going through
Your Northwest Right of Passage
Now or have signed the peace agreement
For your own Korean War
Thy Lard doth understand
Though
The walk is yours
For knowledge honestly gained
Is never lost
Amen
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Okay...BREAK! Get out in that day and enjoy it. G'wan...geddout!
Be good and I'll see youse tomorrow. | |
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om
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Joined: 10/16/2005
Msg: 3040 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/26/2006 1:57:24 PM | *Opens barn door,
Genuflects,
thinks to lone self,
where did every one go?
then realises
it'4'30 in the afternoon
and the sermon is long over
but desides to sit down and read the latest semon
(and not move around too much for thy lard left a note on the door to mind the splinters)
reads sermon hanging on the wall...
Pauses
Thinks
Dang, that was cool!!
Bows head
under breath says
Dang, that was really cool!!
gets up
scratches bum
(then snifes)
genuflects
and on the way out
thinks (reflects)
Dang, that was really really cool!!
thy Lard has great insight and is a wise lard
bows head at door again
genuflects, again( although I doesn't know why)
(and notices the smiley pinned to the inside of the door on the way out)
I smiled too
For I understood that afternoon
it doesn't matter if you are late
or how old you are
as long as you show up
for the moment
sometimes
Amen*
Closes barn door. :) | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/26/2006 3:08:20 PM | Heya Goat . . . . . . it's been quite a while since I've been around, hope you don't mind my barging in to leave what I hope will be an enlightening experience for you to vicariously enjoy . . . . . and then laugh at the visual absurdity ;-)
Here's a little advice to pass from me to you
Along the lines of what one really should not do
As tempting as it seems, despite the chance you'll freeze
Nude snow angels are not performed with the simplest of ease
Timing is everything, for the snow must be settled down just right
To catch the best consistency, you should dive in before night
Find the outdoor temperatures at somewhere just below zero
And run, dive, submerse your stripped body, let it all go!
Now here is where things can get a little tricky,
If the day warms up too much, the snow'll get sticky
Thus refreezing into tiny little particles of sharp, biting ice
Which, when rubbing against your bare skin, does not feel very nice
Take this lesson from me, while my body takes time to heal,
From the hundreds of little cuts and scrapes that I can feel
Invading arms, legs, back, and a few unnamed places
Caution must be practiced before engaging in these winter embraces.
Agent | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/26/2006 4:57:29 PM | Greets , y’all….
I see we have a new bale sitter..
Welcome to ya, Echoez - - Pull up a bale and spew grand words, leave your mark on these walls…
Miz- - My heart goes out to you…You hold the memories that will keep your mom alive in your heart, always!!
Howdy, longte – - Tis always great to see you and your words here in the barn…
Welcome back, Agent - - I hopes ya did not freeze them ***** in the snow?! Good to see you around here…
Greetings, Om - - Ahhh, yes, the Goat is a wise man…His sermon reflects his wisdom and heart. I like the words you left behind…keep ‘em flowing
Violetstar - - You have heart, you have style, I hope you return to this Ole’ Barn…
Pickles- - You add such life to this ole’ place!!
“The vision of right and wrong, belongs To everyone ” Common sense prevails!!
How goes life, my friend?
Then we have:: The goat - - Wise and wondrous:
“Some of you are going through
Your Northwest Right of Passage
Now or have signed the peace agreement
For your own Korean War”
A little more than a year has past…. We have exchanged many words, thought and ideas … I thank you, I am blessed!
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Simple words fall upon my ears
The scent of a prairie breeze
That tastes of mountain streams
The movement of silence
Stillness in the trees
Quiet moments
Shared
Memories of the future
The wonder
Of passing years
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Ahhhh, the feel of spring ;-)
Such wonder | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3044 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/26/2006 6:06:53 PM | Ahhhh, the feel of spring ;-)
Such wonder
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But there is always another side
The scent of spring is in the air
how wonderful to be alive
Birds are mating fiercely
bees hanging round the hive
all the buds are growing fast
I love watching them thrive
pollen floating everywhere
I hope I can survive
my head may explode
it's really not so nice
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/26/2006 6:45:29 PM | Ed...mon....ton
Terror gips your bowels
And twists
Desolate landscapes and Charlie Chaplin
Eating shoe leather
While the weather outside
Plummets off the Celsius scale
But...
Ed..mon..ton
While it scores a ton
On the Richter scale
Of where not to live
Is in Alberta.......
Which is a major positive in this fossil fuel age
And...
The goverment sends you cheques
Because of a Budget surplus from Oil Revenues...every man woman and child got a 400$ cheque...the first of probably many.
All you Barnacles....
Hugzzzzzzz
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/27/2006 12:35:31 AM | Miz, my heart goes out to you in your time of grief.
GRIEF
Blacker, best guess, than the blackest country night,
Our mood faltering at times in sterile flight.
Upheavals are better, though, than unbreached walls
Whose ominous scale dwarfs only those who stall. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/27/2006 5:33:59 AM | I knew along time ago that this barn would be a staple in my life, a place that I can go to no one around me would, my own little piece of the world to escape the day to day happenings in my life, and for that I am so grateful....
But what I never did realize would be how many people I have grown to admire and care about, and how many would care about me, the internet is a funny place, but you can really find a sanctuary to help you along the way.
I thank everyone who has sent wishes my way, I am now on a journey of self discovery and grieving letting go and of rememberance, my life has changed and now its my job to take it where I want it to go....
This old barn is a wonderful place to be, my bale is there and I know that longte is waiting for that pole dance, maybe soon...lol..but for now Poems will come and I shall be back to be amongst my friends in this safe haven, the little corner of the internet for me...
Take care and huggsss to all...
Miz | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/27/2006 6:24:32 AM | Hiya Barn dwellers,
Been busy this week, but I have been lurking around, lol
We bought a town house
Now we are all packing
The walls are getting bare
And the expenses are racking
Some days feel like weeks
Some weeks, like years
Not sure if we’re coming or going
But we did stop for beers
Now its back to getting it done
And organizing it all
Two homes at once
The boxes are stacking tall…..
Sam | |
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Joined: 10/16/2005
Msg: 3050 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/27/2006 7:39:07 AM | Hiya Barnies, didn't think yould mind this one, a good read for the barn dwellers
and to have on the wall..:) Funny.. typing them can bring you closer to them...cheers all
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Song of The Impermanent Husband....by Al Purdy
Oh I would
I would in a minute
if the cusswords and bitter anger couldn't-
if the either/or quarrel didn't-
and the fat around my middle wasn't-
if I was younger if
........................I wasn't so damn sure
I couldn't find another maddening bitch
like you holding on for dear life to
all the different parts of me for
twenty or twenty
.......................thousand years
I'd leave in the night like
a disgraced caviar salesman
......................descend the moonlight
stairs to Halifax
...................( uh---no---not Halifax)
well then Toronto
.......................ah
I guess not Toronto either/or
rain-soaked Vancouver down
......................................down
..............................................down
the dark stairs to
the South Seas' sunlit milky reefs and
............the jungle's green
..................unending bank account with
all the brown girls being brown
..................as they can be and all
the one-piece behinds stretched tight tonight
in small sarongs gawd not to be touched tho Oh
beautiful as an angel's ass
-without the genitals
And me
..........in Paris like a smudged Canadian postcard and
(dear me)
.............all the importuning white and lily girls
of rue Pigalle
.................and stroll
the sodden London streets and
.................find a sullen foggy woman who
enjoyed my old colonial ways and send
a post card back to you about my faithfulness and
talk about the lovely beastly English weather
I'd be the slimiest most uxorious wife deserter
.................my shrunk amoeba self absurd inside
a saffron girl's geograghy and
hating me between magnetic nipples
but
....fooling no one
in all the sad and much emancipated world
Why then I'll stay
..................at least for tea for
all the brownness is too brown and
and all the whiteness too damn white
and I'm afraid
..................afraid of being
any other woman's man
who might be me
.................afraid
The unctuous and uneasy self I glimps
sometimes might lose my faint and yapping cry
for being anything
........................was never quite what I intended
And you you
.................bitch no irritating
questions re love and permanence only
.................an unrolling lifetime here
between your rocking thighs
..................and the semblance of motion. | |
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