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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/5/2009 9:24:31 PM | Hello all. Time fer a little somethin' somethin'....
Hi Pickles! Breathing and I are still doing fine here, though the unemployment thing haunts me from time to time. At weird hours, I get this crazy anxious feeling and feel I have to 80 things at once to "get things right". Strange. Oh, the 3.14? It's a Pi thing...it just kind of came to me that afternoon.
Hi Om! Yep, Pickles was right the lake is a flatness worth being here for. Today there was a nice wind that lapped up some whitecaps on the surface. It almost looked like the ocean out there, roiling and toiling away...ahh...
Hey Trulio! Hope you found that cell phone...I didn't call. It's pretty late and I reckon you're winding down for the day. Besides, we're trundling off to sleep pretty soon here. Dunno when the world will improve its fertility rate...I'm thinking it's already fertile enough, eh?
Okay...a haiku? Let's see what I have:
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Time gets elastic
Sunday, Monday...all the same
Living with the ghost
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The ghost of unemployment...oooooooOOOOooooo!
Yeah, I know -- get over it, man. I'm working on it.
G'night, eh? | |
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Posted: 10/5/2009 10:10:34 PM | Hidee ho to yas all.. ....Tis good to be creative again, or at least attempting the creative
Sweet goat, you are the center of it all... I thanks thee, for you.
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I left behind....
Some words,
A few tokens...
Of misunderstood thoughts,
Then there is...
The lexicon of corporate tweets,
A Global Mobility Strategist...
The memory of what was,
Central Communications facilitator...
So brief was time spent in translation,
Time shifts and we follow along...
We resist the movement of space,
We land in the now...
The rest we create,
What I am left with is...
A Human Identity Designer,
My title for the moment...
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Sweet dreams all... | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/6/2009 6:52:43 PM | Ah, she's good..isn't she?
As for me...just a haiku tonight:
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I need gripe water
Because I like to complain
It is now a sport
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Lawd! Bring us work! Oh LAWD!!
There, how's that? Whiney, eh?
Heh.
G'night! | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/6/2009 7:58:11 PM | Dang, she sure is good, Goat! Brilliant poem, Breathing. ok, well, do I know what brilliant is, No, but it sure resonates like a well signed hand!
my, how you signed that one! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/6/2009 9:33:11 PM | They is just words... Thanks to ya, Om..
The Goat inspires this dried up mind of mine.
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Fall leaves her sweet mark
Winter makes her presence known
We rest in stillness
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Nighty night ... | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/7/2009 12:32:07 AM | Breathing, I couldn't let this go, "they is just words".
Mind if I ramble for a moment? Nah, you don't mind...:)
Actually, It got me thinking about those, "rainy thingies that fall on nearby mountains".
I think I know what you mean though, in the end, they are just words, can't take them too too serious..heck, it's just poetry, plus, actions are a lot more demonstrative of our thoughts/beliefs. And, doing life is, well, as Nike says, Just Do It.
I guess what I'm trying to say though is, words, like your poem there, were like a little song, sung in the air, and it fell from your heart, on ears that sometimes listen. (gawd, that sounded cheezy) but That, to me, was an action, too. That, to me, was not, "just words". They were rainy thingies falling on a nearby mountain. They were, Doing It.
Yanno, I've been here for about four years now, and in that time, I've finally had the chance to be creative, really let the mind out for a change, read more, write more, listen to new ideas, see how other think, listen to speech, how pow's talk to one another, how documentaries are narrated, language in film...the list goes on, all because of the words here. well, not all, but it sure has opened me up more.
I was also thinking about what I say to my son, the effect it has on him, the effect it has on me. What words do I leave behind?
The truth is, words are what connect us, like a powerful speech, or a simple poem, or what I say to my son. They allow us, inhibit us, comfort us, damage us, open us up to places we have yet to imagine. They are the leaves that sing. They are the hands that spell, you are alive, too.
Words are amazing. They're like colors and sounds and images that get us in to the past, present, and future... And sometimes, they're those little thingies you can't hide from, especially if we're running in the prairies.
anyways, I'll stop now, I know you know all this, breathing, I was just up for a good ramble, is all...:) something other than a poem.
forgive my need to see myself think, eh.
Gawd, but you know what hate the most, is those people that let it go to thier heads.:/
now where's my pillow?
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/7/2009 7:47:28 PM | Howdy-do....
Man, has it been a long day. We did survive it though -- just in time to turn in for the night.
Hi Om! Breathing can really spark some thoughts, can't she? You should see her in action...she's awe-inspiring. Hope you slept well there.
Okay...just a quickie for me tonight:
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Shake Well
Shakeable faith
Rattles and rolls
Like a stone in a cup
Doinking about
To the heavy beat
Of George Thoroughgood.
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There we be. Let's get to the showers!
G'night! | |
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aka,om
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Joined: 12/6/2008
Msg: 5458 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/8/2009 5:52:31 AM | ^yes, indeed, mate, to all.
ah, goat smell, that's why you shower so often?..:/ | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/8/2009 9:05:54 PM | Hello all.
Heh...I heard it snowed in Saskatoon today. Heh. The weather here was just lovely today, the mist hung around the lake for some of the morning. Lovely...ahh...
Hi Om! Thanks, eh? I shower a lot because I'm prone to reeking...I have to fit in with this society now. No more steeeenky goatsmell...unless its a weekend.
Well, let's just have a haiku tonight...let's see:
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The scent, classified
A describable odour:
Beef vegetable soup
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Armpits in a can. Sniff it up.
G'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/9/2009 10:30:03 PM | Actually it is only the billy goats that smell,
if you remove them, then the milk of the nanny goats
lacks odour | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/9/2009 11:00:24 PM | Howdy do. Nice, cool evening here in Nelson-town. No snow yet, but there are rumours there's some in the higher elevations. None here in the "bananna belt" by the lake.
No worries. Snow is snow. It ain't nothing like Saskabush was.
Hi Trulio! I never knew that about the billies. Though, Breathing is milkless and won't run the risk of being soured by my presence. Good thing, too. We have a half-marathon to run on Sunday. Might be a chilly 7:00 am start, too. Brrr.
Okay...bed soon. Howzabout a quickie haiku?
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Thanksgiving weekend
Oh, so many young turkeys
Cut down in their prime
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Later, eh? We shall return after the run is done and the turkey is digested.
G'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/10/2009 10:02:15 AM | Hey, I found a little time. It was right here this morning, just lying on the floor with the cat. Cats always seem to find time.
Breathing and I are off and running (literally) in the next little bit. The Kelowna half-marathon calls to us and begs us to pick up the race packages. We must obey.
Before I go, let's have a little haiku:
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Kootenay weather
There's hot and cold running sun
No Saskabush wind
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There we be. See yer Monday! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/13/2009 8:32:32 PM | Evenin' all.
Man, that was some weekend. Breathing and I kicked arse in that half-marathon and then ate like rabid pigs turned loose in a cornfield. Do pigs eat corn off the stalk? Heck, I dunno. We done et and et lots.
Now it's Tuesday. The turkey-eating gentiles (of which I am one) have dragged their butts to and from work already. I was still looking for the work. There was none to be had. Better luck next time, right?
Okay...let's just have a haiku tonight:
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We left our sorrows
Floating in a gravy boat
Face down in the fat
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Yepper...that'll do. Nothing like taters and gravy to make a soul feel fed.
I shall dream of turkey again...ahhh...
G'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/14/2009 8:51:43 PM | Howdy!
It's -uhm- Wednesday or something today, ennit? Not that its a special day, but the week is winding its way to Saturday. Today we started wiping the taint of Saskabush from us and the car. No more SK license plates on the car and no more Saskabushian drivers' licenses on Monday.
No more of the flatlands. No. More.
So, on that note, let's have a haiku:
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So we shall remove
The "Land of the Living Skies"
Bullshit anyway
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Heh...yep. Okay, to sleeps!!
G'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/15/2009 7:43:43 PM | Evenin'
Not much to say on this lovely Thursday...so let's just summarize it in some half-arsed poetical way:
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Exploring Hidden Job Markets
Quite a gathering today
Stuffed into a non-ventilated room
On too-hard chairs
On nicked tables
Over over-brewed coffee
We had the Lost Dreamer
The Incessant Talker
The Silent Stone
The Angry Young Man
And the Saddest Bear of All
Who was the facilitator
Stories of swirled anger
Sprinkled with quiet desperation
Rained on us all
The Goat stood still
Watched it unfolding
Fold again
Breathing, calm, in the
Too-hard chair beside
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Heh...yep. The last of the workshops. Now let this Goat find work. Breathing has already been successful...she is that good.
Later, eh? G'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/15/2009 7:55:22 PM | I can sure relate!
I am the lost dreamer sitting in the chair
Watching the slide show on the hidden job market
Kind of bored as a young man full of exuberance
Hits the points with a long stick
The chronicles of how he found a job
I passed the group session
Received my own advisor
Gained another advisor
Another session
As I climb a steep cliff
Towards becoming a full time student again
I won’t know until January if I am just dreaming. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/16/2009 8:26:10 PM | Hello all. 'Tis a fine evening here in the Hootenays tonight. Even the rain is nice here...not like that other place we lived in...
...but enough of that. Ya'll heard me whine about That Place enough over the years, eh?
Hello to Autumn! I hope you become a found ex-dreamer in the near future...January is the time? Best of luck, my friend -- pursue that dream. Love the words, too...they sound awfully familiar these days.
What do I have tonight? Well, just some words about the same thing as yesterday. No biggie.
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Searching for the New Economy
All I have is a small knowledge of
This delicate combat
These gentle weapons
Once I was so patiently bored
Now seeming engaged
With knocking down Establishment
Building up Spirit
Still dancing around the equation
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Okay...there it is, for better or for less better.
Time to shower off the unemployment and sleep. Later, eh? | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/17/2009 9:49:49 PM | Evenin'.
Not much new here...how about something like a poem that really isn't but it could be considered as if a really liberal ex-hippie Grade 7 English teacher ran out of Who and Beatles song lyrics to analyze?
Yeah? Sound good? Alrighty...
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Open-Faced Buddha
It’s like eggs, see
Scramble them
The integrity would be shot
Leave them as is
They’d see you clearly
The taste is all the same
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Ding! There's a pickup for table 4, alright.
See yer tomorrow, eh?
G'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/18/2009 5:38:34 PM | Hey, it's Sunday. Let's sermonate!
Hm...artificial sermonation? Heh...anyway:
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Psalm 677 – The Book of Goat
Thy Lard wants to beat the cat
Its nothing personal, really
He’s just making a lot of noise lately
(The cat, not Thy Lard)
About wanting to be outside now
Even though his first introduction to it
Was just yesterday and today
It’s like some retard that saw something so mundane
And thought it was so Gnarly Kewl
That he couldn’t wait to see it again
Even though tomorrow’s another day
And there are so many tomorrows
Now all he does is sit at the window
Stare at the lake
And howl like a brain-damaged beagle
All Thy Lard wants to do is yell:
“Shutupshutupshutup!!!”
And maybe take his fat ass down to the lake
And heeeeeeeaaaave him into it
Yep, Thy Lard knoweth this wouldst
Be considered as cruelty to animals
And He restrains himself appropriately
But that giggly, drooly, thought is still there
Thy Lard takes a breath and steps back
From the cat that likes to rush the doors
Even when they’re closed
He realizes that novelty is a powerful drug
And it takes a strong mind to overcome
It’s effects
After all, so many people are out there
Trying to buy the next New Experience
Standing at the shop windows
And howling at it
Debating whether the compounded interest is worth it
Maybe they should walk into the lake
And throw it in?
Thy Lard guesseth it would make for
A crowded lake
Amen
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There we be. See yer tomorrowish! G'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/18/2009 9:20:14 PM | three words....foam disc shooter...no permanent harm, operant conditioning, and a wee bit of revenge... | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/19/2009 9:36:16 PM | Howdy-do. Another lovely warm day here in the deep south.
Hi Brizo! I thought the three words were: "flying leg kick". I guess that would fall under semi-permanent harm, though...
The foam disc shooter sounds like a good idea. I'll look into that. Revenge is a dish best served quickly.
Okay, let's have a haiku:
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We saw that Safeway
Offers "full service meat"
Really creeps me out
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Ick. Just the thought of it....brrr....
All that meat. Fully servicing. Ack.
On that note, I shall kick the cat's ass and go to sleep. G'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/20/2009 7:50:11 PM | Howdy-do. Not much new here today...the weather was great and the scenery is beeyotiful. Other than that, it's another day in paradise.
Say...how about a poem-like thing? I happen to have such a thing handy:
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Algorithm and Blues
A fractured sort of structure
Peppered by rambling comments
Cobbled with slight conjecture
Resembling a disturbed sonnet
It opened with a read-only line
Written by some programming hero
Where he (maybe she) opined:
“Bliss is found by dividing by zero.”
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Ah...it's like music, ennit? If music were the sound of someone beating a baby with a cat, or a weasel stuck in a blender...
...that's when music was music, dammit! Not like this mealy-mouthed Coldplay garbage...we had something to say when we were young.
Uh..yeah...
Okay, g'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/20/2009 9:59:15 PM | Brilliant I say, Pure honest brilliance... I loves thee goat
Greets one and all...
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Some words, like people, are lost
Uttered in the universe
Heard, loved, then quietly discarded
Silently floating amongst us
We see, hear and feel brief flashes of them
Then we forget,
We find other words,
With more aroma, depth
We stop, listen and move on
Well meaning, gentle words
Searching,
For a space to rest
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Night to yous all.... ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/20/2009 11:40:56 PM | I know Nelson
I birthed a child there
I walked the streets...
I actually fell in love
before the child, before the man.
Undercurrents appeared early
Either you had money, then you lived
in Nelson that has the best cemetery anywhere.
Or you rented your way to nowhere.
Nelson is best on a July morning
Very early Kokanee Glacier
visits your eyes in such splendour
From Waits News.
It is still there.
Nelson you witchy woman
difficult, extreme beauty
yet, how do I feed myself?
I have left you, I have come back.
Beauty is skin deep, after that
you cannot eat the scenery. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/21/2009 7:04:28 PM | Howdy-do. A wet and cold evening this is, but it's way better than Saskabush any ol' day.
Hi to 60to70! You almost had me bummed out there, but I managed to rally back. Well, at least a little bit. Nelson is lovely and the job market is a tough nut to crack, but I think I can do it. All I need is a little more effort and time. I'd hate to be cast out of paradise just when I was getting used to the water.
Hello to my Breathing-dear and her wonderful words. She's the brilliant one in this house.
Well, here's something that fell out of my ear a while ago. It's a bit on the awful side...
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How the Wet Was Won
I put my tea in strategic places
And forget
Wherever it got to
I had it in my hand
Now its across the yard
By the sink
Or at least I think
It gets lost in the spaces
Among social graces
With the cats
Yep, there’s that
I steal all their thunder
As I look and wonder
Where did that cup go
This time?
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Found my tea. It's all gone now and it won't be lost again...I think.
G'night! | |
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