| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 9/15/2004 7:32:53 PM | Howdy all.
krsmqn...I'm learning new words all the time. Just this year I learned my favourite word of all: Mucilaginous. I try to use in everyday speech, but it isn't too successful. I used to like "ascertain" and "dilineate", but they got old. Mucilaginous is the one word I'll carry with me like a jealous lover.
Oh, it's the fancy word for "gooey". Who needs an education when you have a five-inch thick thesaurus?
Here's the daily load. Take a guess at what inspired me to write this:
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Lather, Urinate, Repeat – Always Repeat
Peeing in the shower
Is one of life’s great gifts
Bestowed unto man
There ain’t nothing like it
Apart from eating on the john
And having the TV right there
And maybe a fridge
Perhaps having a beer on the deck
At 6:00 am on a warm summer’s morning
While bare-arsed naked
Comes awful close to Nirvana
But there ain’t nothing like
Peeing in the shower
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Later folks. Hugs and stuff. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 9/16/2004 8:01:16 AM | Mucilaginous is one of those fun words
the 4th and 5th grade class I teach loves it
of course for science we make our own...
ya know elmers glue and other secret ingredients
and they have their own... goop, gooze, gak, snot,
what ever they choose to call it..
for some reason they like the green food coloring to go in it
The catch was they had to learn to work to get to
make the product.. :-) | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 9/16/2004 7:33:00 PM | Why didn't I have a teacher like you when I was a young'un? All we did was phonics and fractions. Blurgh. I would have loved a mucilaginous project.
Welp...here's today's daily load. I'm not terribly inspired today, so be warned:
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Blah
Take three parts paperwork
A boring lunch
A flat tire
Nothing on TV
No new books to flip through
Mix them all together
And this is what you get
Yawn
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See? Tomorrow should be better. After all, it'll be Friday and the healing power of beer will see me through. Not too much, mind you. I still have to function like a human being once in a while.
Tomorrow, then.
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 9/16/2004 7:39:07 PM | oooooo i can relate totally to your blah poem :)
has been a week from hell
First rounds on me
catch ya tomorrow goaty
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 9/18/2004 9:31:22 AM | Sorry I'm late. "Blah" turned into "blugh" and "blugh" turned into an early night. Too much work and no play makes me a dull goat. This morning I felt much the same, but a wander around the deck with a gawd-almighty strong cup of coffee fired me up. Well, to a point.
After that, it was the right music that clicked for me.
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Pie Jesu
I’ve heard, but never listened
Spoke without saying much
Breathed a lot but never really lived
The sun creeps past the clouds
Parting the rain
An early autumn wind separates the leaves
Sending some to the ground
Yellowish with understanding
Winter comes
A brave child tests the playground outside
Hands unsure, feet rocking
I don’t know if his mother knows
I don’t know if this patient
Shuffle of words will enable me
To breathe among the clouds
To walk among the leaves
The golden light hides, returns
Grey clouds part, gather
Coffee sits on the counter, cools
Sometimes I sits and thinks
Other times I just sits
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I'll see if I have another one in the tickle trunk for later. I shall return. | |
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Posted: 9/18/2004 4:54:52 PM | fall..a change of season.... leaves full of colors
I had forgotten about that wonder of nature until I
read your words.... saw the colors of the leaves..
remembered a long ago Journey to Devil's Lake...
a climb up to the top of a rock... holding on...slipping
excited so entranced by the view I would often forget to
watch for my footing...sitting at the top...eating pringles
ya know the original ones in the red can......it was there I saw it...what I had
always read about, but just assumed was a myth....it was there I beheld
the beauty of red, orange,yellow, and maroon leaves...... leaves that covered
the trees...just like one of those puzzles where you can never fit all the pieces
it was a view that made the cold of wisconsin tolerable for the moment.
made me wonder if it was the same view that men had been looking at for thousands of years..
or if it was only mine | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 9/19/2004 1:22:03 AM | the child that wander to the playground
was sweetly found
out to be an adventurer
not afraid after all
to slip - slide and fall
he jumped on that swing
in the air he did fling
to jump off one two three
looking for mommy to see
even though she closed her eyes
when he reached the skies
only to hear a thump
o lordy she thought he got a bump
but as she open those eyes
he had arrived from the skies
landing on his feet
with a smile that grew wider
as he thought HOW NEAT !
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lol a little on the corney side but wanted to say hi goat with the moat who has a boat that wont float but alas he did not care as he went to float in his underwear ...
:oP
hugzzzz | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 9/19/2004 2:35:02 PM | Sukari...I had a similar experience like that way up on a Yukon rock. Instead of Pringles, I ate a bag of organic prunes. The wonderment of the experience gave way to a sudden urge to locate the outhouse. Your experience sounds more magical than mine. Glad to know I tugged at that ragged edge of memory for you.
Zee...thanks. The kid survived his rampant journey through the playground and went his own way after a while. I like your poem better than reality...lyrical, it is. Corny? Nah. Appreciated? Yupper. Thanks.
And, finally, here's mine. I wrote it early this morning before being dragged from my comfy home to a fantastic brunch buffet. I wanted to rip off my clothes and roll in the scrambled eggs, but my hosts asked me not to...this time.
Okay, here we go:
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Shaken, Not Stirred
Start out on unsteady feet
Propelled, compelled
Often nearly felled
By what we know we want,
Don’t want, and what we need
Make our way through the years
Gathering skills, knowledge
All those social moves
We learned in college
And carry them with us
Into a sub-graceful adulthood
Building a life of careful construction
Protecting it from certain destruction
Hoping it is the way to live
It is the building that makes a life
The steps amongst the strife
It is the act that does
Make the life what it was
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Those things that come to us early in the morning, huh? I wrote it on the back of an envelope and left it pretty much as I found it later on in the day. I'll keep it.
Okey-dokey....I'll see ya'll later. | |
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Posted: 9/19/2004 8:34:08 PM | I missed you too. Crazy weekend, but a good and enlightening one all the same. Nice to be here for a moment or two.
Hugs right back, you insightful poet you. | |
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Posted: 9/20/2004 5:12:04 AM | Ohhhh , you mean I was suppose to learn Social Skills in College...
no wonder....I always new there was something......:-)
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Posted: 9/20/2004 3:46:36 PM | to learn from one
is to become insightful
to become insightful
one becomes delightful
to be insightful
and delightful
one must learn
oneself first
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Posted: 9/20/2004 5:51:55 PM | Howdy all.
Sukari...don't worry. The only thing I learned in university is how to shotgun beer. Social skills? Feh. Never used them.
Zee...delightful, insightful and hardly frightful. Love it.
Now here's my disappointing contribution. Today was a little dreary and yawny. I did meet an unusual person, though:
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The Truck Driver Formerly Known As Shithouse
Today I met a woman who
Should have been called Latrine
If you smelled what I saw
You’d know what I mean
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No more needs to be said about that one. Eeyow. And I'll bet she gets more loving in a weekend than I get in five years.
Maybe I should grow boobs and stop bathing? Something to think about, I suppose.
Later, folks. Thanks to Sukari and Zee for stopping by...you're good peoples.
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Posted: 9/21/2004 2:34:06 PM | walking in twilight...sun trying to rise over the horiizon
colors seeking an outlet into the newborn day
wind blowing...leaves dancing in the street.... palm fronds waving falling
birds dashing away just out of reach of the neighborhood feral cats
dog barking..wanting out to walk in the early morning...
owners still sleeping...
people opening house doors...car doors...saying goodbye
see ya later...
cracks in the sidewalk
watch your step
red lights stop signs
jay walking
combination locks
chains
alarms
security...
just where do you feel safest...inside behind the locks
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 9/21/2004 8:35:42 PM | Evening all.
Sukari....I had some of the same thoughts at work as I watched the wind pick up and toss the not-too-green leaves off the trees and around the parking lot. I wanted to be out in that wind this afternoon, fighting it, soaring with it, cursing it. Anything but the desk...anything. At 5:00-ish I got my wish and I did all of the above.
I have no idea what to write tonight. I'll just pop on a CD and see where the tunes take me.
It may be crap, just in case you were expecting something -y'know- miraculous and insightful:
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A Tale of a Tired Mind
Tempus fugit since being
Born just east of Puget Sound
Browsing for biscuits
Paying God-knows-how-much
For a pound of ground round
Slipped in slumber
Edging past the lumber
Of a hundred thousand
Sailing ships
Greased lightning
Speed is frightening
Awed as the clock ticks by
Standing stock-still
With my buddy Phil
Never asking why
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Hmm...I have no opinion of that one. Try to guess what CD I had in the tray when that one was born. Go ahead, guess.
Well, I shall return tomorrow.
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 9/22/2004 4:57:31 PM | toe in the water
t-shirt on over my bikini
keeping the canoe balanced as the leaves gently roll by
singing one tin soldier
foot back in...
paddle in the water
swinging on the rope swing
let go at the apex of the arc
cold water...
sitting on a rock...
remembering years gone by
memories of generations past
catching crawfish
listening in the dark to the peacock
help...help...it really sounds like a woman
sitting in the cave...looking at the home of those from years ago
the home site...the grave site... excavated
moved away... the child , the necklace of berries...the bowl of food
wondering dreaming....
singing one tin soldier
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 9/22/2004 5:03:40 PM | by the way...your work is always insightful...just at times it is a bit harder to determine exactly what the site is that you are in..... I always enjoy your words...
if you would have turned up that cd just a bit louder...I think I might have enjoyed it as well
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 9/22/2004 5:07:13 PM | Hi Poet Sukari ! That was great ! You and GS Reminded me of my Grandfather's writing of Cut Throat Gap:
"It was a beautiful place in the western edge of the Wichita Mountains. It had received its ghostly name from a big Indian Massacre that took place in 1883. There was a Kiowa camp in this little valley and while most of the braves were on a buffalo hunt the camp was attacked by a war party of Osage Indians and was literally destroyed. Many women and children died. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 9/22/2004 9:45:05 PM | Interesting what pulls at memory, huh?
Sukari...I never know what to expect from you, but I'm never disappointed.
Medic...welcome to the barn. I haven't heard about Cut Throat Gap. I'll be doing some research into it pretty quick. Thanks.
Not much time tonight, so I'll just plunk it down and be going to sleep:
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Cranial Intrusion
Hilltop to hilltop
Crest for the crestfallen
Dance from your skin
Shed clean of mortal sin
Old kin and that last gin
Barking at the walls
Mad as all heck
At something beyond sight
Escaping notice
Behind the escarpment of awareness
Lost because I was careless
Fall is apropriately named
Weather is partial to blame
For the cold and the wet
And the hard winds that pick up
Push the warmth away
Drawing cabin fever near
Like an old friend
An old smelly sweater that
Hibernating all summer long
Go ahead...put it on
And let the madness continue
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A little bit of madness for this very first day of autumn. Me? Naw, I feel fine these days. Kinda gassy, but otherwise fine.
Well, see ya'll later. | |
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