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Posted: 9/3/2004 8:57:34 PM | One of a kind in a good, non-offensive-politically-correct-as-gentle-as-a-rainwater-enema-holding-doors-open-for-old-ladies kind of way?
Cool.
Hm...I'm going to need more candles. The Cranberry Fantasy seems to be doing the trick. the paint isn't peeling from the walls anymore. However, the fly that was buzzing around here is fighting for his life. | |
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Posted: 9/3/2004 9:00:20 PM | well, i'm still staying back..
not so much worried about my hair falling out.. but I do use hairspray, i could go up in a tragic gas expulsion/hairspray incident | |
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Posted: 9/4/2004 9:35:49 AM | Okay, it's all clear Holly. Your hair and eyebrows are safe. So is the paint, the couch, the neighbours and their children...Mt. GoatSmell is dormant again.
Good meal that was...mmmm...
I was biking about the sleeping town this morning, not really looking for inspiration -- but, darn it, I found it anyway:
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A Futile Exercise
A corn broom whisks small stones
A bent back and gnarled hands
A faded housedress circa 1956
Flaps in the late summer breeze
Blue daisies on white cotton
She works at her task
Diligently
I wanted to tell her
“You know you’re sweeping gravel”
But she looked quick with that broom
And I can only dodge so much
I wonder if, after
She would wax the trees
Dust the lawn
Or give the bugs a good polish
Spit-shine the lampposts
I wanted to relay the running joke
In my mind
But that broom may have found it’s
Way into my arse
And I, too
Would have been sweeping gravel
Whether I liked to
Or not
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Old people amuse me. Actually that other gentleman with the publicly displayed scrotum was outiside this morning too. Well minus the ball-hanging shorts, that is. If you missed what I'm talking about, there's a poem in here called "One Man's Scrotum" that describes him pretty well.
He's still smiling.
That's the daily poem. See you guys later. | |
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Posted: 9/4/2004 9:49:49 AM | LOVED IT!
that has always driven me mental, ppl who actually sweep dirt off the sidewalk.. never could figure it out
mornin goat, hows this saturday treating you? | |
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Posted: 9/4/2004 12:11:12 PM | Doing fine, Holly. Howzabout you?
I guess it's afternoon now. I'm gonna be taking a trip to the wobbly pop store and getting some liquid refreshment. And it's a nice day for a bike ride too.
I wonder if that old lady is still sweeping the gravel. She may ladelling on some Murphy's Oil Soap on the dirt by now. | |
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Posted: 9/4/2004 1:37:37 PM | hmmmm not sure, feeling a bit gross today, just got up from a lil nap. will see if that helps
No wobbly pops for me tonight i don't think, but i should probably go to the grocery store before ol mother hubbard thinks i'm in competition with her..
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Posted: 9/5/2004 11:43:22 AM | Hello again. I'm having a great day...seriously...it's beyond great. It's like this sustained orgasm that just keeps...well...maybe I'll just keep that to myself. No need to freak anyone out on such a fine day.
I think I'll start a theme this week. Let's call this a week of Goat's remembrance. Every poem will draw on a memory of mine and I can't guarantee if they'll be any good considering none of them have been written yet.
So...let's start and see where it ends:
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I Remember – Vol. I
I remember that crazy spring day
When the slush was ankle-high
Cars slid on the ice below
And I guided my bike through it
Through the packed wet snow
Picked my way through pedestrians
Lurched from light to light
I felt as if I transcended my body
If only for a moment
And dispassionately watched it
From a great distance
And wondered
What that fool was doing
Biking on a day like that
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Anyone's welcome to join in. There's no dress code in here.
I'm going back to this blissful day...later, peoples. | |
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Posted: 9/5/2004 3:42:41 PM | burrr it was a cold day
but out side all bundled to play
snow so deep
thought i would never sleep
the night before
they closed the school doors
outside i went with glee
just the snow and me
love the powdered stuff i do
remember even getting hit by you
that last snow ball wasnt fair
so i gave you back you share
in your face and down the back
lol i believe it went into your cra..
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ahhh childhood
howdy goat always a pleasure to go down memory lane with yah - you are so inspirin you are ....
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Posted: 9/7/2004 5:53:41 PM | Zee....loved it. That one was fresh out of the bakery, too. Sorry I wasn't here earlier. Yesterday was a bit on the busy side and I missed my daily post. I'll bet no one even noticed...ah, well...
Here's two poems...yes, two. I know you're excited. Keep your arse on the chair, because here we go:
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I Remember – Vol. II
I remember being on a rock
On a rock
Deep inside the Yukon
Washed by a sunset
By a sun as old as time
Old as time
I remember not thinking
I remember barely breathing
As the blackflies picked at me
And the mosquitoes whined
In my ear
The sun drifts to the equator
So slowly in the summer there
It skims behind the mountains
Putting the late evening into
Perpetual twilight
Never true night
I remember coming to my senses
And snapping a photo
And saving it
Being sure to include myself
Just to prove
I was there
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I Remember – Vol. III
I remember going without a bath for three weeks
I remember not believing that a human body
Can make that kind of smell
I remember going without speaking for
Five months
I remember I thought I forgot how English worked
I remember I was certain I was struck dumb
I remember a pair of Mormons
Pulled up in a shiny black car
Hoping to convert the desperate
I remember my voice cracked as I greeted them
I remember them asking me if I lived alone
I remember telling them no
And pointing to my feline roommates
Who, with muddy feet, had already
Explored their immaculately clean car
I remember one of them turned an unholy shade of red
And they left me with literature
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Okey-dokey-smokey, that'll keep us up to date. See you guys later. And remember to feel free to post here. Even if you want to say I'm full of it...I'm so lonely....
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Posted: 9/7/2004 6:56:27 PM | Doing great. Tired, but great nonetheless. Et vous?
And howdy, Ticket!! Nice to see you here. Do I get a well-moderated hug?
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Posted: 9/7/2004 7:17:47 PM | meh.. things are alright had better days, buttttttttt will be over in a few weeks
:)
one thing i love about a long weekend, means its a short week to follow
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Posted: 9/7/2004 7:57:13 PM | have not been in here for a while..just to say hi! Goat, I hope even when you are lonely..you are still inspired..
Loneliness is the pain in the heart that can leave us feling cold...but it isn't always a bad thing..sometimes it helps us appreciate the nice things in life when they happen...this is one of my favourite poem on loneliness..I thought I would share...
You're now entering the place,
where you sit or stand alone,
and loneliness you embrace.
The pain in your heart approaches,
your mouth gets dry,
all you feel like doing,
is sitting down to cry.
it feels like emptiness for miles,
here there are no smiles,
all you have is yourself,
and your broken heart.
The loneliness grows,
and that horrible feeling starts,
you hear nothing only groans.
The only people you see,
don't even care about you,
they only live to survive.
Every time they talk,
everything takes a dive.
So you just stand there,
wishing that someone cared,
but all they do,
is laugh and stare.
Cold people see you from a distance,
they don't want to be near you,
they don't even want to hear you.
Their insensitivity,
is uncalled for and unfair,
they leave you alone and in despair.
All you do is sit there alone,
you wish they would approach you,
but oh well.
You need a good friend,
and you feel that if you don't find one,
your sad world might soon end.
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Posted: 9/7/2004 8:03:58 PM | "did you read the literature....? or was it put to use by your feline companions?"
Naw...I used it to start the woodstove later that evening. It burned in pretty colours...almost reverently pretty.
That car was covered from bow to stern and port to starboard. Five cats can do a lot of walking in a few minutes.
I guess you confused Holly. Sorry Holly. | |
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Posted: 9/7/2004 8:05:04 PM | "one thing i love about a long weekend, means its a short week to follow"
That's the one I like. Four days of kinda-like work and it's all done for another weekend. Ahh...
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Posted: 9/7/2004 8:12:40 PM | exactlyyyyyyyyy
ni ni goat, sleep sweet
I'm off for a few weeks, will pop in for mail periodically, otherwise, catch ya soon
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Posted: 9/7/2004 8:13:45 PM | Have fun Holly. Be good and well, you know...stop drop and roll when you get into trouble.
Night, eh...
Matahari...thank you. It's great seeing you in here again. Is that one of your poems? It's a haunting, lovely thing. I don't have words tonight to describe the journey it takes me on. I'm absolutely baffed tonight. I'm not really lonely, though...I just wanted Ticket to give me a hug.
He never wants to touch me since that..time...well, you know.
And greets to Sukari! I didn't look to see if that was your first post on these here forums...if it is, welcome to the jungle. The milkshakes aren't made of milk and the dessert cart is more like a rusty wheelbarrow. Beware and enjoy your stay.
Thanks to all for dropping by and I'll see you tomorrow-ish.
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Posted: 9/7/2004 8:32:41 PM | No, thats not mine Goat...cant write poems...dont have the talent...but love reading them...
No, I really dont know Goat..you'll have to talk to Ticket on that one ....goodnite, sleep tight | |
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Posted: 9/7/2004 8:44:56 PM | All Ticket can do with Poems is make a mess of them.
(He can't be trusted with them )
And an Moderated manly hug for goat. | |
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Posted: 9/8/2004 5:08:38 AM | | it was my first post in the forums... yours is the only one I have looked at...why search any further when you have found the best! Something to make you smile,cry,think,laugh,all provided by a lone Goat....it is the make you think part I like best...reach back into your own memories....and yet reaching out to the future.... | |
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Posted: 9/8/2004 7:19:48 PM | Evenin'. Hello Ticket and Sukari. Good to see you both in here. Sukari...there are greater poets than me in here. I am one of the more prolific ones, but definitely not the best.
But, thank you for the words. You're too kind.
Say, guess what I have here? Yup....here's another one.
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I Remember – Vol. IV
Corndogs as big as a baby’s arm
More people than I can handle
Cramped into a single area
Many in lines
A lot of them drifted to the sides
And watched
The mass of humanity
Sweltering past them
Armed with candied apples
Hot Dogs like fenceposts
A glazed look in their eyes
As if they’ve witnessed
Far too much
In
Far too short of a time
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Also known as Memories of an Exhibition...one of the many reasons why I don't go to them anymore.
Now, where is that Zee? She oughtta be around here somewheres....
See ya'll tomorrow. | |
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Posted: 9/9/2004 6:22:36 PM | Nobody here but me?
Well, I might as well be consistent if nothing else...
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I Remember – Vol V
I built an empire in the garden
Before the seeding took place
I created a masterpiece
That rivalled the works of the Aztecs
I populated it with green army men
Plastically-stilled in action poses
Always in the act of throwing a grenade
Or shooting the enemy
They never counted on my Dad’s rototiller
Chewing up the landscape
Or his boots trailing behind
Crushing the unbelievers
And God’s Chosen Folk
Alike
And the carrots reigned supreme
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I'm going to go rest my bones. It came close to snowing here today....yuck. I'm not ready for the winter thing.
G'night all.
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