| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/20/2004 6:33:54 PM | Aww...everybody's gone. No one around to play with the stinky, old goat. Oh well...I can always play with myself...if you know what I mean.
And here's a poem...if you know what I mean:
===================
A Crapper's Lament
I stampede for the john
Got my gear
Got my book
Got my coffee
Got the urge
For some fine sitting down
Midway through the deed
I notice my reliable roll
Of two-ply toilet paper
Is empty
Instead of snow-white comfort
There's only rude brown cardboard
Well...dammit
It was at the point
Of no return
And I couldn't lurch
For more
Well...crap
And then I spied the towel
And changed my mind
And then I noticed
The shower curtain
And thought better
I'll just sit this one out
After all, the book is
Only half-done
=====================
Rats. I'm out of Vaseline. I'll have to go to the truck and get the 10w30, I suppose.
Later, eh? | |
|
| |
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/20/2004 6:39:04 PM | I like the 10w30 because I can use it almost everywhere. Though I do have some lube for the differentials...that might be interesting....nice, thick stuff.
| |
|
| |
| |
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/20/2004 6:53:14 PM | | Very! Its gonna take more than just oil - have to "grease" the kid down the road for some serious repairs to keep the costs down. Ouchies... As long as it doesn't happen right after X-Mas or before your Income Tax Refund. | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/21/2004 1:13:37 PM | Howdy all. Nice day...a little slow around the forums today. Must be the weekend effect.
Me? Just hanging around doing the usual thing with 10w30 and assorted power tools. Nothing spectacular. Oh, that and -uh- a little poetry. Like this:
==================
The Five Second Rule
Energy will always equal
Mass times light squared
And A squared will equal
The sum of B squared
And C squared
But the Five Second Rule
Is a shady constant
Of dropped food
Contacting a known
Or unknown floor
I usually let it go
For a little longer
Than five seconds
Depending on what is dropped
And what it's
Been dropped upon
=====================
I eat everything, no matter where it has landed. The Five Second Rule is a very loose rule for me, as you can tell.
Well, I'll be here tomorrow. I'll save you all a little something I found under the fridge. There's an awful lot of it and it's covered in blue fur. I'll bet it'll make a fine gravy too.
Okay...I'm out. | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/21/2004 10:29:31 PM | hi Goat. nice poem you got there...as always ^_^ i think i need to eat my lunch now and do my weekend exercise later. i'll add some of my words here later... i need to feed my brain and senses first....by the way, i miss your haiku!
| |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/22/2004 12:24:35 AM | What did you say Goat? Quadratic Equation? You want me to proof that Goat? And did you say that constant C Goat? I need my calculator to calculate that C...Oh dear, this calculus is making me dizzy....but I found these very interesting equations but this would require more than a calculator to solve...
Smart man + smart woman = romance
Smart man + dumb woman = affair
Dumb man + smart woman = marriage
Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy
Love those poems Goat..they are just great..thank you!
| |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/22/2004 9:59:21 AM | Allo. I are back.
X-Angel...you miss the haikus? Sorry I haven't written any for some time now, but I've caught the poetry bug so badly that I can't shake it. I save haikus for those dreadfully uninspiring days when I can't seem to string complete sentences together.
Hope I didn't ruin your lunch. I seem to have that effect on people...
Matahari...it's been years since I've wandered around with Calculus and I probably woudn't know a quadratic equation if it were stuffed down my throat and pulled out my arse. No kidding. I like the equations you posted. There's also one about first cousins marrying equalling some unfortunate state. I can't remember it right now, though.
Thanks for the encouragement. It was getting a little empty around here lately. But, as long as I have breath in my body and I haven't suffered a head injury, the poems will continue.
And, oddly enough, here's another:
===================
Leftover Buddhist for Breakfast
A walk among the rocks
The river rushing by
A discussion as old as time
Wanders through my ears
It’s all very simple
Don’t you see?
If this is a partial reality
What, exactly, is the part
That is real?
========================
Short, tidy...just like Mickey Rooney.
I must be wandering away for now. See you here tomorrow after work. | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/22/2004 4:39:52 PM | *Story of a Golden Nugget*
there once was a man
who delivered such good words
but those who came to hear his words
knew not what he hid
for inside there was a heart
as big as a golden nugget
for fear of his secret being found out
this man hid himself perfectly
for as time passed the man became
animal
and no matter where he went
those who saw him knew not what
he hid inside
for now the man was happy at last
for his secret was kept
many days and many nights
and now the animal
*no longer a man
spoke
his words were heard all over a kingdom
wise and now well known
this animal itself forgot what secret
that lies within
so without any reservation
the animal spoke with an open heart
miles and miles away his words were heard
over and over
then one day a child came to the hoof like animal
and spoke into its ear
*i know what secret lies within the beat of the drum
beneath your skin*
not knowing what the child spoke
the animal looked into the childs eyes
there, beyond the azure ...
a golden heart beating away
this animal shook itself
blinked and looked once more
there, in the place of the heart
stood a man
a wise man,
well built
well spoken
well mannered
well loved
well liked
once again the animal shook itself
and when he looked again
he saw words before him
he spoke them aloud
*the light that has been hidden - festers among all - walk in peace and stride*
all who were near looked upon the animal
and with his head high
the hoof liked animal
walked away
not because his secret was now out in the open for all to see
but because he could
there down the path
many watched
as the animal walked
as he turned away thru the sunlite day
words were heard over the dust that began to rise
*today I walk free as a goat and with a heart of gold that beats within*
THE END
| |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/22/2004 7:14:53 PM | sounds stageringly familiar to me...............
i've been so blessed as to see inside someone so very very like that one in that poem (the very one indeed?) and have seen the warm comforting golden glow coming from him heart...and it warms me. truly i've been blessed to know such a man. | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/22/2004 7:38:47 PM | Aw, dangit. You guys are gonna make me blush n' stuff. You know it makes me look like a hairy red tomato...
Thank you both. I'm speechless right now. I cannot thank you both enough for your words, your efforts, your kindness and your characters.
Zee....so good to see you again. Masterful. Pure beauty in those words.
Dakota...well, I don't have words. Give me a moment...I'll find them. | |
|
| |
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/23/2004 10:48:40 AM | i'll add this one...
the quail and the lily
O poor little quail, where is thy strength?
of fragile limbs, they can catch a breakfast;
of delicate wings, they can fly for a lunch;
of tiny, feeble beak, thy can hold fast for a supper;
how weak thou art to eat three times a day?
o fluvial grown lily, where is thy dresses?
without any spin, thy can produce the green leaves;
without any turn, thy can color our flowers;
without any toil, they can wear the floral dresses;
how easy thou art to wear the best of the valleys?
o foolish humans, where is thy faith?
of what shall we eat? what shall we wear?
weak as little quail, can catch their food
easy as green lily, can wear fine foliage
Great is their Creator, Great Provider of them all
| |
|
| |
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/23/2004 7:20:19 PM | Howdy all. X-angel. Good stuff. Loved it. You should post more of your poems.
I'm pressed for time tonight, so here's my slop:
========================
Painted Ladies and a Bottle of Wine
The brush feels clumsy
In my hand
A fencepost with half a badger
On the end of it
I gingerly touch that bristled caber
To the canvas
Not really seeing where it lands
Until after it leaves
It’s mark
An umber streak like a tire-tread
Like a screeching skid
Is the beginning and my ego
Won’t let it be the end
More swipes and an image appears
Coloured by my own perspectives
Shaded by my now raw nerves
Filled in with spite, sorrow, fear
The borders can barely hold it in
The brush is now fluid and strong
Lightning in my hand
Finding it’s way to the highest points
And surging to the ground
Each bristle an extension of a finger
An addition to my nerves, now limber
And relaxed
I look at it and realize it will never sell
But it will occupy space on my wall
Nevertheless
==========================
Thanks to all who wandered by and contributed to this barn of poetry. I will come back here tomorrow.
| |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/23/2004 10:58:00 PM | | Dont know why, no matter which corner i took, I always ended up wondering in here ...yes, in this 'room' with that familiar smell...that aint no slop Goat...enjoy that one very much..thank you! | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/24/2004 8:01:00 AM | nice poet again there Goat ^_^
just like me matahari... always saving goat thread's for last... now before i droop more to sleep... (alas! i will sleep early...and wonder where zee is...hmmmm)...and my bed is now calling me..i'll add this one first...
set forth
go swim in the ocean
of Einstein's acclaim:
on neutrons and sums.
to find, then, to brace
a note of your own.
go wipe off the pages
of Socrates' notes:
on moral and right,
and repaint them on
my wan, barren skin.
go comb through the insights
of Homer's accounts:
on champions and gods,
and journey its depths-
antiquity's facts.
go ride on the carriage
of your parent's gifts:
on guidance and trust given,
to your heart as child,
to cinch liberty.
go be the lyre in
God's grand symphony
mellifluously
to foster sweet songs
of cherubs in you.
go win all these portions,
which will exalt your fame,
through ages passed,
you will wait for the time when
you again set forth.
-----------
i'll go party then tomorrow night...so see yah goat before friday... nightynight | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/24/2004 5:32:01 PM | Wow. X-Angel...you have a ton of talent there. It's hard work to beautify this place, but you are doing a fine job. Between you, Zee and Dakota...this place will be some kind of garden in a very short while. It should, as I've been spreading manure all around it for almost three months now.
Thanks, X-Angel. See yer before the end of the week.
Hello Matahari, thank you so much for your words. If I really spent time on these poems they might be presentable...in time.
Here's another one, fresh from the oven:
=============================
If I Ever Send This Letter
And if I ever write this letter
Oh, the spew it could contain
The excuses for not paying
My student loan will be
Thoroughly explained
And if I ever finish this letter
The government will wilt
Mountains will bow to my
Power of excuse
And if I ever sign this letter
The corresponding agency will lament
They will ask for my education back
But that money has all been spent.
And if I ever send this letter
In a plain white envelope
Collection agent 55476331
Will suffer from a stroke
========================
Guess who I was on the phone with while I was writing that? Yup. He asked me why I was typing while he was talking to me. Funny guy. I was inspired, after all.
Well, thank you all. It's great having roommates in here, especially roommates who are into fixing the place up. I'd buy you guys a beer or two, but you have to come to Saskatchewan to collect them.
Okay...tomorrow, then. | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/24/2004 5:45:40 PM | hehehe...collections people. they're a breed of their own. i have some stories......
more bills in collections in this point than stars in the sky. they keep asking when they can expect a payment...i just tell them to pick a date, then we can both be suprised..lol | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/24/2004 6:02:38 PM | Heh heh....I got that one too. When they ask me when they can expect a payment, I always tell them "Right after I expect to win the lottery."
The silence before the loud complaining is profound. They don't intimidate me anymore. Parasites. | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/24/2004 6:42:24 PM | i had a guy call and hang up every 2 minutes once....then he left a msg on the machine saying "there's no where to run, no where to hide...i'll find you"
i'm right here asshole...it's the money i dont have that none of us can seem to locate.
i reported him later when he called all my neighbors (i assume he found the numbers by doing a search on the net by address) and told them i gave him their number as a reference. they were pissed..but understood the lie it was when we all realized that i dont even know their numbers in the first place to have given out...lol. obviously lie then....he was just assuming i'm a social person and knew my neighbors. he was wrong. i'm a total recluse...lol. wonder if he ever got any heat about it...doubt it. .......grrrr......parasite indeed. | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/24/2004 8:00:02 PM | They should get those collectors to find Osama Bin Laden. They'll find him in three days...tops.
Aren't there laws forbidding collectors calling more than once a day? I'm pretty sure there are rules like that here...no more than five calls in five business days or so...I never get more than one call a week. Less if I tell them they can't intimidate me. | |
|
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/24/2004 8:22:21 PM | | this punk was like 19..i just laughed at him...maybe that was the problem. i just dont know what they think they're going to do....I HAVE NO MONEY!!!! if you can find some money that belongs to me..go ahead..pay the bill with it..and let me know where you found it. as far as i'm aware the well is dry....... | |
|
Home
login 
