| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/14/2008 6:44:06 PM | Weekend is here
filled up with beer
and vino
you never know
when someone might "pop" in
and no booze in the house
is the eighth deadly sin
Hope y'all have a good one...
I just found a Neon in the drive....forgot it was there under all the white/brown sh1t!!!
pickles xo | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/14/2008 8:00:36 PM | Howdy do. Good to see you here in the barn tonight.
Hello to Pickles...you have inspired tonight's poem. Reading of a "found" Neon reminded me of every spring when I lived in that Yukon cabin.
And, yes, keep your booze stocks up. The sin of Born-Again Teetotalerism is a weighty one to bear.
To tonight's poem...inspired by Pickles:
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Treasure Island
I remember in the Yukon
When the arctic snow dissolved
So many weird mysteries
Were so promptly solved
Things would go missing
Small things would disappear
Items of noticeable value
Things not monetarily dear
We had no running water
Washed everything in a tub
With work and dirty water
Many dishes we did scrub
In a puddle out by the door
I felt like a total dork
Amongst the spoons and knives
Were so many needed forks
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No plumbing meant no indoor drainage. Quite often, we "threw the baby out with the bathwater" a lot. By the end of the winter, we were missing a whole lotta cutlery.
Memories...
Well, g'night! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/16/2008 9:53:33 AM | Howdy! It's Sunday!
Sermon from the Book of Goat? Right here...
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Psalm 358 – The Book of Goat
Thy Lard wondered a lot about running
Yesterday
As He wheezed and ****ed His way
Through nearly 20 kilometres
Of tired footfalls
He hath heard of the Runner’s High
And
For 15 of those 20 kilometres
Wondered if it were simply a myth
Created by Nike, the Running Room
And all those other companies
Just to make money
While normal people
Looking for a bit of brutal bliss in their lives
Purchase the equipment they need
To find that magical high
Thy Lard was very Skeptical of it all yesterday
While He complained Most Bitterly
About the lack of air He was getting
How tired and sore His legs were
How such a simple thing as running
Could be a wild battleground of doubt and ability
Of physical strength bashing together with
Mental acuity
And where were those moments of Bliss
Thy Lard heard so much about?
Amongst the pain and almost-but-not-really-near-asphyxiation
There were some rude bits of ugly beauty
But not what He was expecting
Thy Lard wheezed His sentiments to the steadfast Breathing
While she bounded through the steps with comparative ease
She said Thy Lard shouldst stop looking for it
Let the steps be what they may
Breathe in and breathe out
Embrace the pain
It was a rough embrace, to be sure
The Bliss never arrived until well after
When the run was over and we went for lunch
Thy Lard liketh not running more than running
But, to get that bliss of not running
He has to have run first
It’s an interesting paradox
Thy Lard doth know that
Breathing is a Very Wise Woman
Amen
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Okay...I needs more liniment on the feet and all should be good.
Laters! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/17/2008 6:59:27 PM | Howdy-do:
Good to see ya'll here on this fabulous Monday evening. Good to see Crystal Zephyr here as well....thank you so much for the kind words. Funny what the mind comes up with when the body is being bludgeoned, non?
Well, here's tonights burnt offering:
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Googled to Death
Lately, my brain proved
To be a bit lacking
Though certainly not pathetic
I needed a Google boost
A Wikipedia storehouse
A neural prosthetic
Filled with knowledge
And perhaps some
Gentle, liquid libations
I am a fount of info
So positively oozing
With light crude education
But now I feel too full
My brain is heavy
My synapses are weary
I’m still at the monitor
Blinking only once an hour
My eyes are sticky and bleary
The war is in high gear
Who will the victor be?
I ‘ll never place that bet
This bitter battle between
Me wanting to know it all
And my brain needing to forget
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Yep, if it weren't for my prosthetic brain, I'd be a less sparkling conversationalist. It ain't what you know, but where and how fast you can find it.
Alrighty....see yer tomorrow. G'night! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/18/2008 8:38:58 PM | Evenin'. Fancy a haiku?
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It's too early to run
My body hollered and lurched
As the new sun shone
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Arr....running makes me weary. See yer tomorrow, eh?
G'night. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/19/2008 8:23:52 PM | Evenin'. Good to see ya'll here in the barn.
Very good to see Longte here, with a masterful haiku. We'll be watching for that black ice, though it is rather hard to see in the dark. We're trying again tomorrow.
So, that means Breathing and I have to head to bed earlier than usual. A poem? I may have one here...yep, there it is. It was caught in a leg-hold trap -- it gnawed off three of its legs and was working on the fourth when it died of blood loss.
Here you go:
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Inappropriate Poem #963A2
I secretly wish to menstruate
I know this to be sorely true
It may help me to remember
That when I bleed, the rent is due
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Terrible. I shoulda left it in the trap.
Well, see yer tomorrow. G'night! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/20/2008 8:52:40 PM | Just a quick haiku tonight...
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Man can't understand
Bleeding from the genitals
A foreign, old art
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Terrible!
See yer tomorrow...g'night! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/22/2008 7:51:34 PM | Just catching up on things in the pond...Ma Bell has not been providing me with the service I pay for...
Back later
Hugzz to all | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/22/2008 10:23:57 PM | Here come the bunnies
Just saw something on tv
That said out west they have relaxed a law
And the residents can now trap and kill
The little rabbits in their yards
Nibbling on all the good stuff planted
In the fall
The holiest of Easter celebrations
Are fast turning into the annihilation of bunnies
Also in the year 2025 the great west of our country
Will be in a major water shortage
Canadians are ever wasteful of our natural resource
I’m wondering if we should batten down the hatches
Fill our basements with jugs of the good stuff
That and lots of rabbit treats
Spring is slowly hopping into the eastern provinces
Snow has stopped falling for a bit
And tomorrow when the great bunny leaves his droppings
At our house he will also have a petition to sign
“Save the bunny” Happy Easter to the barn. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/23/2008 2:53:34 PM | Howdy ya'll and Happy Easter Sunday!
I thought I mighta had a sermon in me today, but we're too darned busy getting dinner ready (sushi and hot and sour soup -- all homemade by the lovely Breathing with some minor assistance from me) that I didn't find the interest or the time to write.
Well, the sake had a part in that. Can't have sushi without sake...
But, I may yet come back tonight for an evening service. We shall see.
Laters! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/23/2008 5:42:21 PM | Easter came and went
Not a bunny in sight
Seaside found [a few pennies spent]
And a stump tailed lizard took fright
Gaped wide mouth and heart shaped tongue
Blue as the midnight gap
Had a tick [Dragon gave it a flick]
{apparently you have to screw them out anticlockwise}
And we left him there with a map
For the lizard we found
Doesnt wander afar
And he's never been far from home
So we gave him a poke and said
There's a good bloke
And from there he set off to roam
Now if ye happen to come upon
Some thick scaley creature ne'er seen
Its a lizard gone roamin'
If from mouth its still foamin'
Ye'll know a great Dragon it's seen
Take note of its tongue
Poke a stick up its bum
For like Dragons a mates chose for life
And return to the place
Where the mating took place
Every year and regardless of strife
So set him off fast
Stick the map to his ar*se
For much roaming is yet to be done
And when he returns
With his frostbitten burns
He'll then bless every day in the sun 
cheers and happy dead man on a stick day if you do that stuff | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/23/2008 9:44:37 PM |
cheers and happy dead man on a stick day if you do that stuff
ya ya ....what did I give away when I was sleeping??????
Easter's gone
the year meanders on
gotta take off the weight
before its too late
damn that chocolate
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Posted: 3/24/2008 6:40:43 PM | Heh...happy dead man on a stick day to everyone. Or is it two sticks?
It was a long time ago.
Good to see ya'll here in the barn on this lovely Easter Monday. Good to see Champrins (good write, there) and Pickles (I guess the Easter Bunny ( who was not up on a stick) was good to you?).
I have a quickie, nonsensical poem here about the after-effects of a little too much sake:
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Inappropriate Poem #547B8
Sake ruled me last night
Shaped my thoughts
While I slept like a deceased
Japanese Emperor
I dreamt of my grandmother
In a faded floral housedress
Beating the dust out of
A small, woven rug
With a large, pink dildo
She wielded that plastic katana
Her arms ropey with effort
Paused
Asked me why I was late
Informed me there was soup
On the stove
Continued making dust fly
I wondered what she stirred it with?
The dream ended
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Heh...still makes me chuckle a bit when I think of it.
Well, there's my Easter Present for this year. It ain't covered and chocolate and, somehow, I think that's a good thing.
G'night! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/24/2008 7:27:13 PM | ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Fook I just inhaled a half glass of Pinot Grigio and I am NEVA gonna drink Sake if those kinda dreams happen......
by the way was the rug a sitting kind or prayer kind????? oh neva mind
I am a Thespian
or so I believe
at least for a while
which is a relief. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/25/2008 8:05:30 PM | Howdy all.
Hi Pickles! You seem to be either inhaling or spraying Pinot Grigio all over your monitor a fair bit this last year. My apologies. Yeah, watch out for the sake...it's a creeper.
You just inspired me...
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My grandfather was a Thespian
I suspect it to be true
Well, I think he was half-Thespian
So that means I'm
A quarter bi-sexual?
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Oh, wait...thespian, not lesbian. Never mind...
Better get some sleep. G'night! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/26/2008 8:00:17 PM | Hello all. Just breezing by with a bit of a poem.
Here it is:
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A Dream Revisited
I wish I were a writer
Chain smoking and dissatisfied
Always playing with my light
With my yellowed fingers
Having governments fear me
Having the people cheer me
Be banned from public libraries
Wandering the literary deserts
In worn-out hush puppies
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There it is...must sleep soon. G'night! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/27/2008 8:20:31 PM | Hello all...haiku?
Got one right here:
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Took things to the dump
Old things, new things, everything
No rats were present
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There we be. To sleep! Now!
G'night! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/31/2008 9:35:28 PM | I can copy that....dumps are great places
I once got this amazing stone jug at the dump...spotted it and was out of the truck in a flash.........
dumps are also great things
get your sorts sorted
cleanse the body and mind
regularity
should be embraced with
alacrity
and a good dose of
castor oil....
least that's what me Gran believed | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/2/2008 8:10:15 PM | Howdy all.
Still here, just not up to the poetry thing these days. Not even a haiku can come out without too much forcing.
Must be spring.
Hello to Pickles...dumps are very important to a balanced and healthy life. I just had one myself and it was grand. I nearly wept.
Oh, hell -- let's try a haiku:
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The snow is all gone
The old dumps are now revealed
Do please watch your step
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Oh, and RIP to our beloved truck, Herb. He suffered a heart attack on the road, conveniently next to the rental car place. God bless him for being so thoughtful to us to get us there.
Now...where is that car we ordered four months ago?
Breathing? Where is our new car?
Hmm....well, maybe tomorrow. G'night! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/2/2008 8:35:25 PM | "worn-out hush puppies"?
you need to get some water!
I need desert boots!
scuse me, goat, really dug " a dream revisited" | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/6/2008 6:50:18 AM | The coons are back
late nite snack attacks
foiled the buggers in this 'hood
the lid of my garbage can is
strapped on real good....
love that they can't figure it out
and a howdy doody to you folks...got the new car yet????? | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/6/2008 9:01:39 PM | No new car yet, but the good word is that it's in town. There's just a short journey to the dealership, a little time to get the little touches added and it's all ours.
We're guessing by Wednesday this week.
So, no car and no words. I've been largely devoid of things to write about. Must be one of those "flat spots" in the writing life I've heard so much about.
Good to see you and Om here in the barn. Yer good folk, you is.
The poetry will return...I swear it!
But, now...we must sleep. G'night! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/10/2008 4:27:20 AM | howdy K, S
not much in th'ol nogin these diasies, (A whole week of brain cloud (flu)) ..:/
but I did manage to squeeze a wee-one out I took a shine to.
hope it makes up for that last mess I left. I'll git me shovel.
gonna leave the barn door open though, ok, ..it's spring...:-)
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Two Faced Baby
A planet begins
The villagers worship her
A curator dreams
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peace
oh, congrats on the car | |
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