| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/14/2004 1:17:23 AM | | I am very tolerant Goat, do not worry....but I am very sad, can't even write a line like yours without 'constipating' ...I need to find the right choice of word so that I stay in line and do not spoil this thread....a class of its own...Matahari | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/14/2004 11:07:37 AM | Hi Matahari! You are a brave soul, sticking with me in here for so long now. Don't worry about spoiling this thread -- it was spoiled when it was started. It's a place of smells...like a skunk wandering into the Hidden Valley Ranch and dying a slow death amongst the pools of ranch dressing.
Words just need a little prodding to get them going. I had some trouble this week, but I realized if I actually think about what I write, I'd get all constipated too. In a literal sense, of course.
Here's one I didn't think about:
===============================
To the Lovely Young Lady in the Dairy Queen
I barely noticed you at first
Until I met your eyes
Across the counter
You handed me my Buster Bar
My ice cream melted
My stick hung askew
My peanuts lost their salt
I think she checked out my bum
As I left the place
I saw her deep brown eyes
In the reflective glass
Looking low
Then I thought:
Perhaps I tucked my shirt
Into my shorts again?
Then I thought:
Nah..maybe not.
=====================
I might even go back to the DQ today if I feel ambitious. We'll see. There's beer in the fridge -- it's like my own kryptonite sometimes, robbing me of strength and ambition. Oddly enough, it makes me feel more attractive. Go figure.
Tomorrow, then.
| |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/14/2004 8:02:02 PM | hi Goat... i need to say thank you...posting here is a difficult part for me coz like matahari i think i need to do this ---> "I need to find the right choice of word so that I stay in line and do not spoil this thread....a class of its own...Matahari "...
nice meeting you too. ^_^
| |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/14/2004 8:07:17 PM | | ..and by the way, our time difference is like 13 hrs.. so your late night is actually my wide awake day time...LOL... i hope to hear more of the DQ... go for it Goat!!! | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/15/2004 2:01:46 AM | | LOL! You are right Goat..the smell spoilt my hair too...it sticks to my hair day from the day I stepped in here... | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/15/2004 8:28:41 AM | Howdy all. An especial hello to my fellow posters who live on the other side of this planet.
Oh, Matahari...use lemons to get the smell out of your hair. Lots of lemons. That'll do the trick. As for me, I don't notice the smell so much anymore.
X_angel....hello again. Don't worry about your choice of words around here. I never do.
And, speaking of which. Here we go:
======================
What Rhymes With Ocean?
Sometimes a great notion
Just crosses the ocean
And pours out its essence
In rhyme
If I am attentive
And not too retentive
I can capture it all
Just fine
I carefully amble
Through mental ramble
Convinced of the freshness in
Each line
When it is done
Gone is the fun
But can be patiently recaptured
In time
====================
That first stanza was stuck in my head for a whole week but the whole poem was jarred loose this morning. Coffee always does the trick.
Well, tomorrow then. | |
|
| |
| |
| |
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/15/2004 9:09:42 PM | | goat, i'm starting to worry about you. so many references to sitting on inappropriate/painful objects......perhaps you should pay a bit more attention to where you're parking your rear?? you're gonna end up losing some important parts sooner or later if youre not careful!! | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/15/2004 9:13:49 PM | Well, it turned out they were curled a little and that was all.
My arse uses the force to guide its way through the universe...mostly sucessfully, sometimes not. | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/16/2004 6:49:05 PM | Evening. Me again. Me? Doin' good...priddy good...youse?
Good. Good.
Poem? Yeah, I think I have one around here....ah, here it is:
=================
A Careful Arrangement
Take these letters
These twenty consonants
And these six airy vowels
Take them and shape them
Into words, into dreams
Into ideas that can be shared
These humble letters
Can encapsulate histories
Contain personalities
Hold emotion as tight
As a quadratic equation
Is bound to equality
This careful arrangement
Of symbolic sounds
This patient shuffle
Of gracious representative breath
Can stun
Can shock
Can provoke thought
Can grow love from almost nothing
There is alchemic power
In these twenty-six symbols
=======================
Well...I guess I'll wander to the back 40 now. See yer tomorrow. | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/17/2004 7:14:46 AM | Priddy good Goat...is that the goat slang??? And how's the otherside of the planet doing?
Wow! That's a good one Goat..was holding my breath till the end...and it is really good. Good, good
Love this thread to death..You be a good goat now.... | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/17/2004 5:37:05 PM | Matahari...thanks! That one tumbled out almost accidentally after a quick read through a dictionary. Weird how and when inspiration strikes.
"Priddy good" is a bit of slang from the Canadian Far East...the maritimes. Interesting dialects over there. I had an employer that said that all the time and he was from St. John's, Newfoundland. I'm a western goat so, sadly, I have no interesting dialect to make fun of. Well, I do say "aboot" and "hoose" a lot.
Well, what's a day without a poem? A sad day indeed. It's a good thing I have one handy:
=================
Boolean Blownapart
It started as
A Boolean conversation
But then
Much to my elation
The talk dropped
To a deeper elevation
Where minds
Can suffer cerebral constipation
And hearts
Fight with emotional sedation
Bravely, we
Fought on with great determination
To make sense
Of our mutual foundation
The food arrived
And we turned to mastication
And we lost
The thread of our communication
But regained
A friendly sort of relation
========================
I'll be here tomorrow. You can bet the hoose on that.
| |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/18/2004 5:24:54 AM | i'm not entirely sure why i'm posting this..just feel like i should contribute........
this was probably the first poem i ever really wrote...couldnt have been more than 12 i'd say...here's ya goes...
heaven
some people say there is no heaven,
other say to get there you must die..
me, i only ask 'why'.
why do people think such things?
there is a heaven, two in fact..
one is in your heart,
the other up above.
to get to the heaven up above,
all you have to do is believe in God...
to get to the heaven in your heart,
all you have to do is truly love.
only a few dare to believe,
only a few truly love....
but those who do can fly like a dove...
to both the heaven in your heart and the heaven up above.
**********************************************************************
so that's my infliction on this thread...sorry ya'll.... | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/18/2004 6:14:47 AM | goat--> the boolean... is very nice. the last time that i have heard here was way ago engineering days... i like the last phrase "so moving"... woosah!!! i'll better end some of my party nights and post a new poem here. LOL
to dakotah---> i was singing " heaven here on earth" i think it's belinda carlisle song...hmmm...anyway, i believe in love...i hope love belives in me too. ^_^
hope to add one on this thread this weekend...miss you all. | |
|
| |
| |
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/18/2004 7:31:11 PM | Howdy all. Thanks to Dakota for that poem. You wrote that when you were 12? You're light years ahead of me, then. At twelve, I was discovering -uh- myself...a lot and that hasn't really changed. Ever.
Thanks for waiting for me. The smell must have been terrible. Where's my treat? You're not sitting on it, are you?
X-Angel...I did have a Boolean conversation with someone once. They used "and" endlessly like their words were part of a train that didn't stop until they took a breath. Thank God the food arrived and I could get some peace.
Excalibur...she's around here somewhere. I thinks she's doing just fine, but she'll be around to tell you herself. Any minute now....
In the meantime, here's a poem:
==========================
Trash Wednesday
It's a banquet for dogs
Every Tuesday night
If the cats don't get there first
The ravens usually win
Through aerial attack
Pick and grin
Tear and swoop
Paradise in plastic bags
Barely sheltered by vinyl containers
They're no match for a hungry animal
Or a curious cat
The back alleys always look
Like a glacier wandered over
Several crap-filled neighbourhoods
Grabbing everything in sight
And dragging it down the block
Only to dump it along the way
Like a tourist in the mountains
Or me making my lunch in the morning
It all provides for an interesting
Morning trip for me
========================
Tomorrow? It's a date? Righto. | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/18/2004 7:41:11 PM | | sitting on it?? no no..it's YOU who sits on things!! not me! i brought you a selection of the finest assortment..........slightly rotten fruit (starting to ferment..lol)...some mouldy bread....some chocolate poptart (you like, eh?) and last but not least i also come bearing some slightly furry cheese. hope you like it......dig in!! | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/18/2004 7:45:16 PM | Blue fur? Oh, yeah....gimmie gimmie....
Hm...we'll let that fruit rot a bit more before I roll in it. Mouldy bread is good...say, do you have some very sour cream? Can't beat that stuff.
Thanks, Kota! You're the best!
| |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/18/2004 8:07:29 PM | ah hell, baby, i have cream sour so sour it's nearly mooing again...lol. have alls ya wants. hell...stick yer head in my fridge and go wild..it's a damn smorgasboard for a goat!!!! my fridge is your fridge always.........
just dont eat my soy yogurt!! love that stuff!!! | |
|
| |
| |
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/19/2004 6:04:20 PM | Hi. A quickie.
================
Twinkus Urbanomicus
A Twinkie lies on the sidewalk
It’s cream filling partially
Extruded from its belly
Inert upon the pavement
The tabula rasa of urban life
I did the only thing I could think of
I ran over it with my bike
And sent it speeding into
The next world
Perhaps, then it may have
A better chance in
The next lifetime
====================
Dakota, you're so patient. But, alas, I must go. Later, eh? | |
|
Home
login 
