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Posted: 8/24/2004 8:52:21 PM | "Aren't there laws forbidding collectors calling more than once a day?"
Yes, but they vary from province to province, and State to State in the U.S.
In B.C. we have the very best Debt Collection Laws: they may not call you after 8:00 PM, furthermore, if you tell them to never call back again, they can't. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/24/2004 8:53:59 PM | | they can't call past 9 pm here...and if you tell them not to call..they can't but they'll be starting legal procedures after that. soo..if you tell them not to call, you ought to provide them with the name of your lawyer also.... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/24/2004 10:55:24 PM | Of course they can start legal procedings whenever they like.
Too easy to tie up bill collectors legally. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/25/2004 4:15:19 PM | | <.....wanders in today for her daily visit with goat and his fabulous poetry skills.> hmmm....kinda lonely in here. good thing i brought a book. got a little messy the last few days though, maybe i'll clean up a bit first. aaaahhhhhhh..that's better....now, to wait. | |
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Posted: 8/25/2004 7:45:45 PM | Howdy all. Howdy there, Dakota. Darn near stepped on you all laid out like that...sure hope that was a clean spot your in, there.
I dreamt of ribs and waffles. Beer was conspicuously absent in my dreams. I may have to make it a reality to get that itch scratched. Thanks for cleaning up around here, pardner. Not much traffic here over the last day, though...I guess that makes the cleanup easier.
Zee inspired me with her "My Memories" thread. I carried that inspiration around with me like a treasured coin and today I will finally spend it. Hope it's worth the money...
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My Memories (with apologies to Zee)
My brain tries to glue together
The fractured pieces of my life
I can remember certain events
Certain faces, frozen in time
Stuck in place in odd dates
My mind wants to stitch them
Together
Make them whole
Give them the memoir feel
But it doesn't work that way
Time skips around
A cigarette butt falls into the toilet
Because we have no Cheerios to practice with
And Frosted Flakes don't float
Mom was tired of me missing the toilet
During my early years of potty training
And the only thing she had was
A Player's King size
Burned down to the artificial
Cork-looking filter.
It dropped in
"Aim at that" she growled
I blasted it until the paper
Was ripped away by the force
Of a young bladder
And the white tubular naked
Fibreglass filter sank under
A vile liquid weight
Sometimes I still look for
Toiletry targets and sometimes
I still use Cheerios
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Note to self: Inspiration is a double-edged sword. I may have to get that inspiration back and try again. I never know where these things go until they're done. Maybe I should plan them out once in a while?
Okey-dokey...I'll see you guys later. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/25/2004 8:08:42 PM | aww but my goaty friend, all memories are based on ones own...and this one was for sure a peek into a goats life....
loveandhugzzzz
Zee | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/25/2004 8:20:15 PM | Oh, it was a peek all right. Thanks Zee. I saw your poem over yonder and I loved it too. I suppose Snoug is right...there are many ways of reading into it. I took it the way I wanted to...
Still loved it.
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Posted: 8/25/2004 8:32:10 PM | | lol i said just that a sec ago - lol but said more else where - where all things are interpreted with secrets....*wink* lol | |
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Posted: 8/25/2004 8:57:44 PM | Nudge, nudge...eh?
Brain power....activate!
C'mon...activate!!
Crap, it's broken. Maybe after a good night's sleep?
Later, Zee... | |
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Posted: 8/26/2004 7:03:06 PM | Crap. Got myself sick today. Must have been all that biking around in wet weather that did it. That and everyone I work with has been sick with something or another.
So, in honour of feeling terrible, I'm going to just slap down a haiku and go to sleep.
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My nose runs quickly
Like a tap that cannot stop
Salty stream of goo
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Yep....that sucked. Well, I'll be back in fighting form tomorrow. Apologies to all I promised to speak with tonight, but...well, sorry...
Special greets to Dakota who is entering round one of her fight today. Wish her well, folks. I do. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/26/2004 9:28:33 PM | <---- more worried about goat than herself...............
that oughta do it....lol
get better goat....we miss you much.....
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/27/2004 7:07:21 AM | | That salty stream of goo is very infection Goat...had one yesterday too..yes, get well Goat..so that we can enjoy more Goat haiku from you... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/27/2004 10:29:06 PM | Evening...boy, it's kinda late. Well past my bedtime actually. Here's something I whipped up -- quite literally. And if you ask...no, it's not about sex. There are no hidden messages in this poem about sex. Not a one. Get your minds out of the gutter, people.
Remember...no sex:
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Banana Puddin'
The box is smooth and I
Rip into it
With my teeth
Ignoring the directions
Bravely taking control
Of the situation
Of the wooden spoon
Worn smooth of years of use
Bending slightly to the left
From years of touching
Stroking
Stirring hearts and minds
And making the puddin'
Dry ingredients cascade into the bowl
Aching for the deliverance of milk
The insertion of my trusty wooden weapon
And the stirring begins
Round, round, round
Faster, mixing up the beat
To make it interesting
Savouring the froth that gathers
Feeling the heat of the spoon
As it travels faster than my heart can keep up
The bowl accepts it all, graciously
Foam, froth, the holding, the agitation
The slow, impatient growls that escape from my throat
This puddin' paves over Pompeii
Erases Herculaneum
As I let it thicken
By nightfall the pudding will be gone
And I will quit my wooden friend
And I will lick that bowl clean
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Now, don't you want some puddin'? Sure you do.
Tomorrow, then. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/28/2004 6:31:19 AM | lmao that was pretty good my friend ... hmmm let me think....
soft and warm from the oven
just like any buns should be
when you pick up a hot bun
it feels so tender you see
shaking with the temptation
to pop it right into my mouth
but slowly i nibble it
just to savour it for sensation
with a cream in the middle
and the heat doing its job
the buns are so delicious
as i wrap my tongue inside
sweet and devine
tastey and yummy
i devoured that last bit
with milk
as it went down my tummy
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lmao not as good as urs lol - but with the spur of the moment - one never knows what one has a taste for eh ?
lol | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/28/2004 9:41:42 AM | Greetings all. I'm sorry I didn't say hi to Matahari and I hope she's feeling better today. I am, though I have plenty of mucous if anyone wants some. Just ask and I can send you a mason jar full of it...it's great for spreading on toast.
Are you feeling ill yet? Heh heh....
Zee...you make me want to bake buns and then...well, butter them I suppose. How's your pudding? I loved it and I didn't see any hint of sexual content, hidden or otherwise, within it. Nope. Not a bit.
Well, let's change gears a bit. Interesting people you meet downtown when you arent protected by the safety of your car:
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Skuh-huh-RIP-a-chures!
I met a nice young man
Downtown
He was dressed impeccably
Dark suit, dark tie
A handful of pamphlets
In his odd-soft looking hands
Curious, I stopped
Since time is fluid
And I can spare a little
He told me about the Lord
(he pronounced it “lowered”)
And the Scriptures
(a five syllable word for him)
And he asked me if I found Jesus
I had to say
I didn’t
I didn’t know he was lost
But I’ll keep an eye out for him
And time flowed again
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No, I didn't take a pamphlet. Got enough stuff around here to read these days -- most of it is stuff I want to read, too. No more clutter.
Anyhoo...away to the races. Enjoy your Saturday, peoples. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/28/2004 11:18:06 AM | once replied to the question "have you found Jesus?" ....."yes, i have, last time i saw him, he was at the 7-11, getting a slurpee....if i sees him again, i'll let him know yer lookin' for him" ....heheheheheh...that went over pretty well. for me at least..they left.
though i have to say, not all religion fanatics are annoying. there was a couple of young, rather good looking guys who came into the gas station i worked at and were asking about a good place to eat (apparently they were in town for some sort of 'preacher man convention'?) and they wanted steak. i told them about a good steak house down the road, but laughed that i wouldnt really have any idea of whether it was any good or not since i was dirt poor and it'd been about 6 months since i'd even had meat, not to mention steak. i was teasing (though it was true)....never thinking much of it. about 2 hours later they walked back in, laid a bag on the counter, said "God loves you, you know" smiled, and walked out. in the bag? two 16 oz. new york strip steak, 2 potatoes for baking and a bag of veggies. mmmmmmmm...............grace certainly was said before those two meals were enjoyed. maybe assumptions are bad sometimes.....hmmmmmmmmm...................
regardless, still wanna firebomb all those #$@#%#$'s who think it's okay to show up at my door at 7 am on a saturday morning..........grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/28/2004 11:26:19 AM | Yup. I had that a few times until I started answering the door just as I am when I sleep. After only a few Saturdays they stopped coming around.
I have no shame. Or tact. Or sense of respect. Or the decency to cover myself with one of their pamphlets.
Yeah, God loves you too. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/28/2004 12:00:24 PM | LOL
I don't have a problem with any particular persons beliefs spiritually, i DO have a problem with it being pushed door to door (and on a saturday morning, even worse). I did find one way around a particular organized religion that partakes in peddling they're "literature".. I stuck a "be nice to me i gave blood today" sticker on my front door..
simple yet very effective.. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/28/2004 4:19:30 PM | | ugh..no...printed with the holy spirit...sure to give you a wicked bad upset tummy. wouldnt advise it!!! though goat's a hearty soul gut wise....he may be able to do it. lemme know if you try it.... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/28/2004 11:59:20 PM | | Priddy good here Goat..thank you ...a dose of warm jacuzzi and lots of honey and lemon helps....I hope everyone in here is having a wonderful weekend... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/29/2004 9:52:14 AM | Morning...it's still morning is it? Well, it is here.
Matahari...glad to see you're still alive and kicking. I think I've beat this cold too. Ready for action tomorrow morning now. I hope your weekend was good, too. Mine was...educational.
Dakota....those pamphlets can be a good source of roughage for me. Sure, they can be hard to stomach, but do they ever clean out the system. I still haven't found Jesus, though. He may well be at the 7-11 right now, but I'm too lazy to go and see.
Well...here's another poem. No, this one does not have any sexual content. I looked at it very thoroughly and I can't see any at all. Not a bit. If you become aroused at this next one, it's your own dirty fault.
Shame on you.
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Rolling in the Nouns
There is nothing as pure
As the act of building
Ideas into concrete structure
With words
Whether it is a master’s thesis
Or a letter to mom
Or a journal entry
Or a note to a cherished friend
Getting the ideas across requires
Adherence to some rules:
Keep moving
When you’re starting, don’t stop
Keep the momentum going
Keep thrusting, pulling back
Breathing, hands circling
Finding the tenderspots
Seeking out stability
The safe places to ascend to
Before reaching the next peak
Lose control
Slip away from yourself
Immerse in the collection
Of moments that carry you through
Like a current, like a wind
Feel it all as you hold those nouns
Verbs, dangling participles
Be specific
Know the targets and rub up against them
Probe them, understand them
Feel the heat of them, feel their drawing
Like a divining rod to a water source
Don’t think
Don’t ever think, passion has no sense
It goes well beyond it, it knows itself
All you have to do is go along
For the ride
Punctuation is tended to later
When the work is supine
Gasping for breath
Commas, periods, grammar
Dropped upon it like kisses
Appropriately placed and with gentle pressure
Now, mail that to mom and tell I said “Hi”
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See? I think of other things than sex...like food, beer and the state of my laundry. Speaking of which...I gotta go. Tomorrow, then. | |
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