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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/27/2006 7:16:47 PM | Hello all. A busy little place this last day and a half, no? Good to see you all here, barn-dwellers and returned friends all in one day. Let's do some meets and greets here...
Om...I love your response to the sermon. The sermon was an accident and I made everyone watch it happen. Do I feel dirty about it? Well, yeah -- but I like feeling dirty. Your words are deeply appreciated, Om. Thank you very much. Oh, yeah...do mind the splinters. They're like porcupine quills: they just work their way in deepr the more you futz with them. Thanks for the Al Purdy post...another of my favourites.
Welcome to Echoez...hey, nice butt! It looks a little like mine, only more handled and less hairy. The stank gets to me at times as well and it is very inspiring -- and very hard to remove. Welcome to the barn.
And welcome back to Aagent! Man, it has been a little while and it is so good to see some words from you. You still have the knack of the rhyme, my friend. A true balladeer and a fine artist. You should resurrect your thread and get it going again. You're still a favourite poet of mine.
Ah...Breathing...you know what I think...I tolds ya yesterday and Pickles said the same thing. You are Zen with a beer in your hand and a fishing rod in the other. You are a dream, m'dear.
Longte...Saskatchewan in the spring would be no fun for you either. Man, the pollen in the air here is incredible. And then there's the wonder of barley dust...got an eye infection from that shit once. Ergh. It's still an adjustment for me compared to the pollen-free thin air of the Yukon, but I get by. Good luck, pardner.
Pickles...she knows the dread of Ed. Mon. Ton. The whole place is a heavy, depressing slum of a joint. Even Two Hills is a better place to live than Deadmonton....the depression capital of Canada! Hey, I can say it -- I lived there for many years and I earned my dislike. Sorry, Agent...
Rory...a very appropriate poem. I clipped and kept it. I think your poem (and Om's) were the two that kick started my daily poem today. Thank you.
Miz...The pole, the bale and we will all be right here where you left us. God knows I don't want to go anywhere. The letting go process is an interesting journey and it's amazing how quickly a mind and a heart can attach onto habit or try to steep itself in depression. Writing helped me a lot...walking did as well. It will take some time to find the balance point again, but it will come. We do value you.
Mari...ah, moving -- the great experience of cramming stuff into boxes, throwing stuff away and moving said stuff from place to place. Moving is something I like having done with rather than doing and I'm glad you survived the process. Good to see you again from that carboard-box fort you're building.
Okay...a poem has been written. Just a little tweak here, a a trim there and it'll be done. Hang onto your shorts... | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/27/2006 7:19:47 PM | Zip! Bam! Poem on the go!
Hello again. Om and Rory have inspired me tonight when I had nothing in my head but "Gee, my butt is itchy..."
Here it is:
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Bramble and Roll
Sometimes the moment
Lasts longer than it normally does
Brambles
Bits of stuff
Catch on awareness
Stretch it out
Corn syruply in the sun
Backlit by reason
Awareness seeps in
Between the words
Each line
A bit of history
Each phrase
A bit of a delicacy
Each time
They come around again
It's better than the last
Those brambles
Those
Catching brambles
When attention is rapt
The mind is then apt
To let something fall to earth
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Okay...my itchy butt is now stinky. Time to get that rag on a stick and ask for Breathing's help with -- ah -- some delicate problems.
G'night...take care and I'll be right back hyar tomorrow. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery - digging poetry in the BardYard
Posted: 3/28/2006 6:43:31 PM | Hello all. Hello barn. Hello goat.
Hello haiku...you're looking short today:
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Today was well spent
Contemplating my navel
Fuzz lay deep within
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Enough...to the showers I go. G'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 3/29/2006 6:06:01 PM | Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin
on sale seven months in advance--
buy one, get forty for free. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 3/29/2006 6:32:50 PM | Hello all. Hello Rory and Pickles. A fine set of haikus from you both. Them pumpkins are cheap these days...heck, even the canned pie mix is dirt cheap now. You don't need to get 'em on credit, either.
Okay..a haiku? I do have one here somewheres...
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Work is eight hours long
It seems to linger longer
Than eight hours a day
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Lame, yes. But there it is. Spike that monkey...the goat needs a-washin'.
G'night! | |
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| breaking the thread
Posted: 3/29/2006 11:04:50 PM | Miz,
Regarding the loss of you loved one, here's a poem that spoke to me:
My father bequeathed me no wide estates;
No keys and ledgers were my heritage;
Only some holy books with yahrzeit dates
Writ mournfully upon a blank front page -
Books of the Baal Shem Tov, and of his wonders;
Pamphlets upon the devil and his crew;
Prayers against road demons, witches, thunders;
And sundry other tomes for a good Jew.
Beautiful: though no pictures on them, save
The scorpion crawling on a printed track;
The Virgin floating on a scriptural wave,
Square letters twinkling in the Zodiac.
The snuff left on this page, now brown and old,
The tallow stains of midnight liturgy -
These are my coat of arms, and these unfold
My noble lineage, my proud ancestry!
And my tears, too, have stained this heirloomed ground,
When reading in these treatises some weird
Miracle, I turned a leaf and found
A white hair fallen from my father's beard.
..back to the thread... | |
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| breaking the thread
Posted: 3/30/2006 1:38:16 AM | My Heart Weeps
Today my heart weeps
For a love that once was
I waited long and today I weep
I weep because my heart hurts
My memories fresh in my mind
Of our great times together
The laughter, the conversations
Went on for hours with no silence
Today I weep in puddles
At last he came to me
And certain life expectants
Has scared him away again
He was all I wanted and that day
My heart pittered and pattered
At last I said we come as one
That I have longed for
And I share with him a certain plan
And suddenly he is gone again
Four years we have known one another
Today I weep 'cause the man I love
Has walked the other way
He has given me a precious gift
The gift of a beautiful little girl
Whose happiness shines always
With a smile as her mom's
Lightens up the room each time
This little girl is my pride and joy
My love for her very strong
For this is what is left of us
Our beautiful and loving daughter
I will continue to love him forever
Each day when I hold or love her
I will do my utmost to carry on
Every so often my heart feels heavy
Tears rolling down my cheeks
As I recall our times they once were
And miss him deeply I can only pray
That he will come my way
Why is love this way?
Each time he walks away
Is when things become too close
I will continue waiting
Until my heart stops weeping
No idea as how long this is
Each day brings annew
Each time I look at our daughter
I see him looking back at me
Pieces of him or I
Will forever remain within our daughter
A love I will always remember
Both the good and the not so good
I will cherish forever weeping when need to
I look up at the starry night
And my eyes weep as I recall those days
And a smile shines over me
Because that was the greatest love of all
Will these days return? Or do we part?
My love will always be!
Hi there my favorite Goat! Hello all! How are you? I am okay although life has its ups and downs. I try my best to see things from a brighter perspective. You know people have always wondered how could you possibly love another others despise or hate because of what they put me through. I look at them and say, ":I always cherish everyone because we all make mistakes in our lives and we are human. If I were to judge all who have hurt me, than I would remain stuck, not able to move forth!" We learn from our mistakes and it makes us a stronger person within when we complete certain paths in our lives. Some I will forget and at the same time I will send them my love and healing powers so they can move forth on their journeys without me holding them back from doing so. How can we do this? Some will agree, some will not, our energies are powerful and can spread out for miles. Ever wondered where a feeling or emotion came from if it is not yours? I have and believe it or not, it may be something that bounced from another person onto me. I wrote this poem in my thread and decide to carry it over to the barn through cyber space! Enjoy and take care all! | |
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| breaking the thread
Posted: 3/30/2006 5:47:28 AM | Hello everyone, I am still around, I come everyday to read and I thank everyone for their support.
Time is slowly moving forward, my time to sort it out and grieve is a little slower because my main concern is my dad, times are changing for him and he is going to be his own man and hasn't been for a very very long time, so my worries and thoughts are with him...
I know that this is a turning point in my life, and now I have to decide what I want and need to do with it, soul searching within my self has helped me see somethings that need to be fixed and some that need to be let go...
I agree with charming (sexylegs)that if we hold things inside they only inhibit what we can do with the present and what the future holds....sometimes we need to let go and just love no matter what....
Well I am off for the time being, hope to be back to writing soon, I need the release the pen holds for me...
Love all my barn mates and I will always return to my bale..
Miz | |
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| breaking the thread
Posted: 3/30/2006 6:09:04 AM | Me again....Just wrote it..
Now Your Gone....
Seasons have changed
a life has been taken away
hearts and memories ache
wanting her to stay
Knowing that her time came
she is no longer in pain
hearts and memories ache
tears fall amongst the rain
No longer will she be around
to deal with this pain and strife
hearts and memories ache
as we mourn and celebrate her life
Our matriarch of the family is gone
never to again lead our way
hearts and memories ache
wishing she would have stayed
Deep inside we feel her presence
as strong as she was each day
hearts and memories ache
while peace for her we pray
We know she is gone forever
in body but never in soul
hearts and memories ache
while thoughts of her keep us whole
We say goodbye dear mother
may you find peace within your heart
hearts and memories heal
acceptance comes a new life must start.....
Miz | |
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| breaking the thread
Posted: 3/30/2006 6:46:05 AM | Miz,
That was beautiful girl, Glad to see you letting it out. You know I am always here for ya!!
Hopefully this summer we can all sit down for that dinner!!!! Ya know we love ya!!!!
Hugs and prayers Hun!!!!
Sam | |
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| breaking the thread
Posted: 3/30/2006 12:14:34 PM | Hello all Barn dwellers and lurkers,
seems i can not leave well enough alone, 
ONE THING LEADS TO ANOTHER
I can see through the boxes
A path to the window light
The rain runs down the pane
The fumes of the paint about to ignite
Disgusting is the tar
Left on the walls by my smoke
Even after washing them down
You can tell how much I toke
What was once
The color eggshell
Now is yellow
And looks like hell
It started with filling
A few nail holes
Now it's becoming
All brushes and rolls
What was I thinking
It was to be effortless
Now has turned into
An entire mess
Can’t leave it like that
I am a perfectionist and obsessive
So what started as simple
Must now be impressive
So I inch my way
Through the mighty fort knox
And sit here and ask why
I didn’t leave the filler in the box….
Sam
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| breaking the thread
Posted: 3/30/2006 12:45:29 PM | Hello Goat and barn dwellers. Been reading the writes here and came across Miz and her misfortune. This is for youu sweetheart.
I have been where you are,
Left behind with an ugly scar.
This journey that you have begun,
Is one that I would wish for no one.
We have both lost our Mom too soon,
Our heart is lacking that special tune.
Nothing could ever take her place,
We will always ache for one more embrace.
I'm deeply sorry for your loss, my dear,
If you would ever like to talk, I'm here. | |
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| breaking the thread
Posted: 3/30/2006 3:06:01 PM | Thank you all so very much for your support, the barn is such a wonderful place......
Mari love the new pic shows the twin, or should I say bad girl?...lol
Anyway take care all for now, shall be on later I hope for a poem but if not will see you in the very near future...(can't get rid of me that easily....lol)
Miz | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 3/30/2006 6:33:17 PM | Hello all. A quick post n' run -- another no-time kind of night. Good to see all the words in here.
Just enough time for a quick haiku:
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Grief slouches inward
An unwanted guest stays long
When faced, it soon leaves
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Take care all, I'll see yer tomorrow-like. G'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 3/30/2006 6:54:45 PM | Just a quick hello to ya's
Tis good to see folk leaving their words in this 'ole Barn...
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Images of spring
I watch
Sleeping leaves
Begin to wake
As winter takes rest
I sit
In the stillness
Quietly watching
The passage of time
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G'night, barn dwellers | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 3/30/2006 7:26:42 PM | I'll just slip in here and make my annual contribution. Hope someone can relate, appreciate or something. After all, this is the best poetry thread; dare I say the "official" one. It's rough, I forgot all the good rhymin' stuff I've been working on... and couldn't really care less. peace
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DEAR MARION, I'M NOT A MONSTER
You never hated me
Until I told you I loved you
Was it what I said?
Or how I said it?
It WAS what I said and how I said it
And when I said it and why.
I know of best intentions
I know of poor decisions
Act like a fool
Look like a monster
The one thing
The only thing
I've been sure of
Calm, euphoric
A fairy tale fantasy,
In my hand
.... and dropped
All those coincidences
Almost supernatural
That's how I know
... knew ...
... thought I knew...
and all I know now is that
I'll forever seek to understand
And it was the denoument
of those coincidences
those incessant gorgeous ironies
Ironically
Coincidentally?
That superceeded
Undermined
my sense of reason.
It was just a mistake
Bad communication
But we were soul mates
Fate and destiny and Divine Intervention
protected me, so
I couldn't possibly make a mistake
... not like that ...
when love spawns fear,
and fear to hate.
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Overconfident supersanity
key ingredient
in human fruitcake.
Fruitcake, screws loose... monster.
I always wanted a broken heart
Live life to the fullest
Experience pain to understand
and appreciate happiness.
But not like that. Like this.
It still is.
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Years later I see you
years of tears, confusion and tight waiting.
Soul mates, it's my open secret
But you don't see it
I'm just a monster.
Forgivness?
Never.
Just lip service and lies
But I can't be mad.
What's the meaning?
Where do I find understanding?
Is this what was meant to be?
Or did I screw that up?
Was anything meant to be?
Am I crazy?
Yes... but not a monster. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 3/31/2006 1:22:31 AM | Hey, MasterBart, good stuff. I look forward to your next year's contribution already.
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VERNAL PARADOX
Look.
The leaves move like bandied backstabbing paramours
Among the crushed cherry blossoms
Whirlpooling one inch from the winter-exhausted grasses.
What do they say?
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I think they're calling us to delineate
Every leaf-entwined relationship
Overrunning the sap-stained bark.
Wind is whirring.
Here, the windy slipstreams lift like kites
All the lovers' desires to the skyey dome
To revolve as eagles overseeing the most cautious petal.
Drenched
With spring's promise, green on white banking
The landscaped alcove hit by the sudden sun,
Snowy blossoms spiral in melodramatic death. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 3/31/2006 7:02:06 PM | In the dappled sunlight of a late March day
I worked the land
Raking the debris of a winter
Slowly as the leaf piles build
I realise...understand
The reason for their weight
Doggie poo...about a hundredweight!!!
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 3/31/2006 7:10:38 PM | Hello all. Another (yes, I know) post n' run night.
First, a welcome back to MasterBart...good to see you're still slinging quality words.
Secondly, hello to Rory...you still got it, man.
Thirdly, hello Breathing-dear...you do have a way.
Fourthly, hi Pickles!
Haiku? Yup.
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The person upstairs
Is starting to piss me off
Named him: Thunderhoof
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Okay...now I have to bounce the soccer ball off the celing again -- some more. G'night! | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 3072 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/1/2006 5:33:36 AM | Lurking Lurking Lurking
It was not a normal morning
I awakened at the crack of Dawn
She was not put out by this
in fact she felt quite nice and warm
but one thing I must say
while I'm still feeling fine
is that early in the morning
I'd rather feel Devine
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om
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Joined: 10/16/2005
Msg: 3073 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/1/2006 7:32:52 AM | ^^chuckles^^
To feel Devine in warm
Especially, in early morn
Would certainly be in de-light
And to be up for the crack of Dawn
Sounds also rather warm
But Summers heat surely warms da-night
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| ~The Barn~
Posted: 4/1/2006 7:57:02 AM | ~The Barn~
Roosters, hens
Goats and sow
Get in the barn
Need my plow
Spring is here
Now time to sow
Veggies gowing in a row
Soon the pasture
Will fill with young
That time of year
New lives begun
Get workin by day
Work til dark
Wife says
"Honey where's your spark"
I say "I left it in the field,
I hope we have a real good yield"
Wifey sits and knits with yarn
Got to go now
There's work in the barn.....
Echoez
4.1.06 | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/1/2006 7:51:16 PM | Jeeeeeeeeez Goat
This Idiot is still moving furniture????? Perhaps you should phone the local Costabulary and tell them that what you are hearing sounds a lot like dead bodies being dragged around!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thunderhoofs are stampedeing
Listen Up! Canada
Is having a sale
Hope the sound police come and soon.
Muah to you and breathing...
C | |
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