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Posted: 10/6/2004 11:27:23 AM | balloons rubbed briskly against the head
electrons transferred
puffed rice attracted
combs drawn through tangled hair
electrons transferred
kleenex attracted
balloons used to seperate salt from pepper
electrons moving around the protons and neutrons of atom
electrons moving from atoms of the comb to atoms of the hair
creating the ultimate
"NEGATIVE"
Bad Hair Day | |
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| static electricity
Posted: 10/6/2004 7:39:04 PM | | GREAT AEROBIC SCIENCE TOOL, teacher ! The US Surgeon Generals preen ! the sarge | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/6/2004 8:02:00 PM | Howdy ya'll. Thanks to Sukari for posting more of her great words and the mind she has behind them. Loverly, as always.
Howdy Medic. Good to see ya here too.
I wish Sukari was my teacher when I was a young'un. I probably would have done better in school. And a better beginning as a student wouldn't have led me to what happened in high school. Oh, yes there is a story. I heard a song that really tugged at that (literally gut-wrenching) story.
Ready? Let's go:
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Pretty Coloured Barf
(Sink the Bismarck - Johnny Horton)
In March of 1985, the drinking just begun
We had our light beer and we were ready for some fun
We quickly polished off those suds and declared with glee
We’d down that root beer schnapps and that Cherry Whiskey
Out of the cooler we pulled out the bottles of cheer
It wasn’t good vodka and it certainly wasn’t beer
We brought them on the chance that we’d meet some chicks
But the women avoided us like the plague because we were dicks
So we downed those bottles of sweet-tasting sap
We drunk them down even though they tasted just like crap
We pounded three bottles down and we then we looked around
We never understood the power of sugared booze to bring us down
After a 26 of the cherry stuff, I began to see some things
I felt like poor Frodo in that epic Lord of the Rings
My pancreas wanted to jump from my body and really wanted to flee
From the root beer Schnapps and the awful cherry whisky
My buddy to the left of me started turning green
His cheeks puffed out and we all knew what that means
He sprayed gorgeous red vomit like a glorious crimson gout
He pounded back too much of the stuff and had to get it out
So we downed those bottles of sweet-tasting sap
We drunk them down even though they tasted just like crap
We pounded three bottles down and we then we looked around
We never understood the power of sugared booze to bring us down
After that fateful night, we awoke to a mid-morning sun
Lying amongst the empties we thought we had some fun
I felt like a cat took a crap in my mouth and didn’t bother to flush
I saw and smelled the sugary puke and the vomit began to rush
Many years later I have never touched that stuff
After that delirious night I knew I had enough
It took 30 ounces of that glucose crap for me to see
That I had to avoid the root beer schnapps and the cherry whiskey
So we downed those bottles of sweet-tasting sap
We drunk them down even though they tasted just like crap
We pounded three bottles down and we then we looked around
We never understood the power of sugared booze to bring us down
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Always liked Johnny....good ol' southern boy. Actually that poem was based on as much of the song as I could remember without going to look for it.
Allrighty then...I shall see you tomorrow-ish. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/7/2004 8:06:38 PM | Not much time tonight...here we go...
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Love Hurts, Car Rocks
(Love Hurts - Nazareth)
I would have to admit, she was stunning in her day
And that poor guy was all in a twist about her
They'd get along great for a month at a time
(which is forever when you're seventeen)
And then she'd break up with him
And he'd sit in that I-Roc Z his dad bought for him
And pout while Nazareth blared something about love hurting
This would happen every month, timed to the moon
(or a certain feminine feature that men can neatly avoid)
After the first two times, we dragged him out and got him drunk
Then he wisely locked the doors
So the six of us would rock that I-Roc until
He rolled down the window and give us hell
And we'd drag him out and get him drunk again.
After a few beers, he started loosening up
It was exactly what he needed
Then, the following weekday, he'd get back with her
And things would go great for a month at a time
Then love will hurt again and that I-Roc would rock once more
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And awaaaaaay I go again. See you tomorow. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/7/2004 9:53:32 PM | sitting in a chair
laying on a table..
eating atomic fireballs
mouth burning..
talking... listening..
catching up with old friends...
trying to stay still...
don't forget to breathe.
laugh smile... bite the fireball...
alas...
I stand
more colorful than before | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/8/2004 10:27:49 PM | Atomic fireballs...brrr....the memories. Flaming naval destroyers...more memories...ugh...
Glad those days are behind me.
Well, not much time for me again and this evening's poem reflects that:
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Vern, Interrupted
(Gumboots -- Paul Simon)
Vern had no shirt
Vern had great boobs
Vern had some athletic ability
Vern didn't have the wind to keep it up
Vern would sit down a lot during soccer practice
Vern would turn wonderful crimson shades
Vern had no heat tolerance
Vern had asthma
Vern is likely 400 pounds now
I haven't seen Vern for some time now
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Blurgh. I need a good night's sleep before trying again tomorrow.
So, without further adieu...g'night. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/8/2004 11:09:36 PM | smile....smiles...more smiles...
your words always bring them to my face...
Thank You... for that gift of smiles.... | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/9/2004 9:07:38 PM | Hello all. I haven't felt too inspired today. So, here we go.
Hey Sukari...you're welcome for the smiles. Vern's boobs are forever on my mind.
Okay....
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The day was too nice to spend inside
Creating words out of these symbols
I took the bike and myself out into
The unseasonably warm day
And watched the day creep by
I pedalled past a senior trundling down
The near-empty streets
In his snow-white Intrepid
He white-knuckled that steering wheel
As I whipped past
Leaves crunching and leaping aside
I'm sure he's still making his way
To his destination
As I sit here, a beer in hand
And not a thought in my head
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Yup...it ain't much. I'm going to bed...later... | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/9/2004 9:38:54 PM | Was just about to head on to slumber land...and then there's Holly. A "goat fix"? Just don't get the words turned around. A fixed goat is not a happy goat.
Love your costume, by the way. You're no Eartha Kitt, but you are still di-vine dahhhling!!
Rrrrrrrowwwwwwwllll.
G'night, eh. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/9/2004 10:03:08 PM | going to church
hurry out the door
get in the car
get on the road before
oh no too late...
mr. dement is ahead of us...in his old..truck..
twice as old as me...on a dirt road...
no way to pass...
he only drives to church you know...
another sunday...
in a rush...
oh no too late...
mr. dement is ahead of us...
on his tractor... his truck wouldn't start
he isn't going to use the excuse he doesnt' have a ride
his sunday best suit...riding on the tractor
all the way to church...
me behind...plenty of time to think...
he has something i don't..
.knows something far greater than I...
he has found the reason....
why am I so petty...
why am I in a rush
take the time to look at whats around me
notice the trees,flowers....butterflies...
frustration becomes respect
mr. dement is gone now
but I still remember the man...
his hands on the steering wheel of that tractor
making his way to church....
the starched white collar
the black suit..
hat on his head | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/10/2004 9:30:56 AM | This must be the flipside now. Howdy ya'll. I had a thoughtful moment...this thoughtful moment was brought to you by Nabob. Nabob...making superb coffee for longer than I've been alive. If you need your synapses to fire, choose Nabob coffee. Now back to our show...
I'm still continuing on with the music and memories theme that I set last week. This one really tugged at me and I just had to plunk it down. Here we go.
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Aurora Borealis – A Small Tale
(Sergei Rachmaninoff – Blazhen Muzh)
It was a wonder that gravity worked that night
That night when scotch and good conversation
Propelled me, impelled me to reach for lofty heights
And instead ushered me out for a pee
It was Yukon dark and Alaska quiet as I broke that silence
With a rush from my bladder, marvelled at the steam and the steam
Heard a crackle that rackled in the night
Of seafoam green and sunflower yellow
Of Aurora, dear Aurora a-roaring overhead
In her splendour, framed by distant galaxies and
Twinkling atmospherically-suppressed stars
And that aching black sucking space
That composes the Universe
Dazzling white smudges on an impossible ebon canvas
I looked up -- I looked waaaayy up
Tried to see into the heart of time
Plumb its depth, derive understanding
Conceive of my own universal field theory
The juane-vert swirl of sizzling orderly madness
Pulsed still, keeping my attention hot
And away from any further foolish lofty thoughts
The snow was thoroughly shamed by my bladderial utterings
I went inside for one more glass of scotch
And another hour of good conversation
While Aurora, dear Aurora, a-swayed
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I'm pretty sure bladderial isn't a real word but it felt right to put it there. I know my spellchecker freaked when it saw that one. I really have to turn it off one day.
Allrighty I'm off to a glorious Thanksgiving dinner soon. All of you guys have a great Turkey day (Columbus Day for the Americans -- it's still a holiday even if you think Columbus was a jerk or not). Be good and remember to wear loose fititng clothing before the Big Feed. I know I will.
Later... | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/10/2004 9:35:07 AM | ahhhhh aurora borealis, well done (as usual)
have good eats there goat, I will be wearing something in the spandex family i think (lots of room for growth..) | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread aurora borealis
Posted: 10/10/2004 2:54:28 PM | -aurora borealis
the night was cold in webster wisconsin
from the campfire outside our tent
at the ike walton lodge
on the edge of the lake
we walked
down the dirt road and up the black top road..
trees on either side...tall and reaching for the sky....
we came to the church..
in the middle of the woods..
set back behind its dirt parking lot..
tiny and indistinct in the trees except for
the purple neon cross ihe steeple
hard to take it serious.. jesus / neon
we walked further..
talking discussing all those things in life
that students becoming archaeologist talk about ...
we came to the edge of the golf course
it was clear
you could see the sky
not just the trees reaching for the sky with little bits of light but the actual sky
with the stars and the planets..
and there it was
the most incredible sight I had ever experienced
lights...moving clouds...designs pictures
I knew why at that moment the Indians had thought the gods were from the skys
why people studied astrology...
I watched as buffalo turned into dogs and butterlies into flowers
as reds made thier way into blues..yellows melted into orange
remembering as a child watching the clouds overhead
trying to figure out what their shape might be
but aurora borealis required no imagination..
for there the pictures were as clear as day..bright and colorful
I lay down in the snow and watched for hours...
the cold was secondary that night...
I still remember the gift of aurora borealis | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread aurora borealis
Posted: 10/11/2004 9:32:18 PM | Sukari...you've had an auroric experience as well, eh? There ain't nothing like them during a cold Yukon night. Amazing. And thanks for your gathering of thoughts and memories -- they struck a chord with me.
Well, I don't have any poetry in mind tonight. Too much turkey has made me kinda mentally slow. Well, more mentally slow than usual.
Let's see what's in the haiku bag:
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Turkey laid me low
Turnips and potatoes too
They all got me tonight
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Gawd, I made a pig out of myself these last two days. Oink oink.
See ya'll tomorrow. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread aurora borealis
Posted: 10/12/2004 5:39:58 PM | huggers goat.
I thought I would put this in here ... prolly add it to my own thread, but its bitter and angry and i thought you might like it lmao! (not saying your bitter or angry...)
This lil poem is in honor of my General Manager..
The Bitch
You have been a thorn in my side since the day that I started
A “new lease on life” or so I had thought
Till I came to know you, the undesirable part
You think you walk on water, you can do no wrong
You trample on people while you sing a song
When no one is looking and you think they can’t hear
The hurt of your actions rings loud and clear
You say you have a big heart that shines like gold
Too bad you’re the only one that your heart truly holds
You have tried to break me, time and time again
Well u know what b*tch? I’m tired of this game
I won’t let you rule me, nobody can
I’m a strong person, I won’t bury my head in the sand
And when I leave, and you think you have won
I’ll wait for the rest to see the damage you have done
You want it all, you greedy whore
And you can have it all, I don’t need your sh*t anymore
I won’t look back, hell I’ll run as fast as I can
New beginnings, new friends, I’ll be dealt a new hand | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/13/2004 2:48:36 PM | raindrops falling
pitter patter ever scattered
over grass and sand
broken oysters
thunder rumbles...
lighting jumbles...
walking , drifting , floating,
why...
salty water.... torrents raging...
through the ages...
sand bar shifting......
houses creaking..ever shifting...
birds are cringing..
dogs all barking
kittens hiding...
people melting..
made of sugar..
.ever melting | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/13/2004 8:31:03 PM | Sukari....wow....the imagry you provide is incredible. I have no words to say but thanks. You've got a gift for picking words allright. Incredible.
Holly...I loved that one. There's at least one in every office. I know a Godzilla in a short skirt as well, but she isn't really in charge of anything. If she was...eeyikes. But I think she'd self-destruct before any real harm was done.
Thank you both.
I'm going to take a couple days' break from the poetry thing. I feel a cold coming on and it's causing some real writer's block. Fear not, I shall return by Saturday at the latest.
Thanks to all who stop by and write, read, comment or lurk.
Later, folks. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/14/2004 3:16:43 PM | I would Walk 500 miles...
If I could put time in a bottle....
hello.....
truly, madly deeply.....
I knew I loved you...
I have to say I love you in a song...
Every breath you take....
My Eyes Adored you.....
All for Love....
Hold my hand....
Love to Lay ya down...
Afternoon delight....
El Paso
I listen to the song
I hear the words...
I feel the emotions behind them
I long..I want ...i cry...
why can't I find someone to feel that way about me
I dream
I long
perhaps one day I will find that person who longs to share my company..... | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/14/2004 8:46:52 PM | lost my mind, lost my life
such a crazy mixed up life i'm living,
so little energy in my brain to be giving.
one day i woke up and all was wrong,
i lost the life i'd been living for so long.
curious, how you can lose it all,
my thoughts, my life, my friends i don't have the energy or memory to call.
some days i'm lucky to get though a conversation on the phone,
most days i just sit and feel alone.
work isn't able to happen anymore,
i'm too forgetful, too tired and sore.
so here i sit without my friends,
so here i sit at loose ends.
i miss you all, i hope you know,
though rarely anymore my face i show.
it's just so hard for me sometimes,
it's d*mn near impossible to make these rhymes.
i never meant to just disappear,
i still think of you all, my friends here.
there's one who was so special to me,
i hope he know's he'll always be.
and if it's weeks before i'm back,
know it's just the because of the brain power i lack.
this d*mn disease is such a curse,
it's wrecked my body and my life, but which is worse?
i think i could deal with a body that's lame,
if only the mind i once had was the same.
so, i'll just fight this body of mine,
and try to get it back in line.
try to keep it from attacking it's own,
try not to bore anyone with whine and moan.
the chemo may help, i don't know,
i guess only time alone will show.
so my apologies, my regrets for those i've neglected,
never think you're not being recollected.
you're in my thoughts, you're on my mind,
i miss you much, you've been so kind.
i'll be back, in time, i hope,
i'm tough, i'm strong, i'll learn to cope.
let me know now and then,
how you are and how you've been.
never think for a single minute that you're far from my heart.....because you're in it.
i miss you....you know who you are. i miss my friends, and i'm sorry things are the way they are. things will change, i'm staying positive. i'll be myself again in time. i hope you'll still be there when i come back.
always,
kota | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/14/2004 8:54:12 PM | wow dakota...that's awesome, yet sad...and very touching...thank you for that...stay strong hun    | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/14/2004 8:59:55 PM | dakota to give apart of yourself is very brave - i know of someone who fights a disease too and its hard for her but she is like you - very brave and strong - i always send up a prayer for her - now i will do the same for you - mucho love and respect...
Zee | |
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