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| | Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry ThreadPage 243 of 244 (204, 205, 206, 207, 208, 209, 210, 211, 212, 213, 214, 215, 216, 217, 218, 219, 220, 221, 222, 223, 224, 225, 226, 227, 228, 229, 230, 231, 232, 233, 234, 235, 236, 237, 238, 239, 240, 241, 242, 243, 244) | Howdy-do....sorry I'm late getting back.
Hi Longte! Good to see you there! I agree with you too...maybe it's not lethargy but contentment that's settling me down? Maybe I need something to stir my mind/loins/various bits to stir up that muse.
Eh...or not...
And Hello dear Pickles! You are as lovely as ever...and your words are so apt. You say more in a few lines than I can in a page full of my blather.
Speaking of my blather:
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The Right to Peaceful Assembly
“This is what democracy looks like!”
They hollered into the cold traffic
People glance, not wanting to take it in
Or compelled to, like an accident
So much angry in front of the bakery
Mad as hell about big, formless things
Taking it to the streets, ready or not
Far too-blunt with their openness
Sure, sure…I have feelings too
Though opinions are like ***holes
I don’t expose mine to everyone
After all, ***holes look so much better
When wrapped up tightly in bum
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Yeah, there was a mini-protest downtown about something relating to...well, something. I dunno... I'm just glad I have beer.
Mmmm....g'night! | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/2/2012 9:03:13 PM | Speaking of blather...I got some more to spare. It's fresh, like a new calendar or a new tube of toothpaste. Yum!
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Two Days In
Was it a sign, or at least a notice?
That the end…no, The End
Is reasonably close to nigh?
Outside a pizza joint, right by
…well, another sign
Upon which was inscribed:
“The Burt Reynolds Heavy Slice”
It was ham, bacon, jalapeños
And a whole lot of American cheese
I was mildly intrigued
Wondered if it came with
A side of mustache…
…or is it mixed in with the cheese?
(urp..ick)
So, anyway…there was this man
(Who smelled of different cheeses
Of times well past expiry)
And this man said the end was a-comin’ up
Real fast-like
I dismissed him like a slice of Burt
Then I said to myself: “Self,
There have been other (ahem)
Dreadfully Apocalyptic Notices
I’d seen before 2011 ended like a wet fat
(…all dribbly n’ traily n’ stuff…)
The notices? There be three of them
Got them written down this time:
The First Apostle of MASH 4077
Harry Morgan died on
Pearl Harbour Day
Rumour had it that no one
Of Japanese descent clapped that day
The Enlightened One, Cheetah
Died the day before Christmas
Twenty-seven years after
Johnny (Tarzan) Weissmuller did
And the worst sign of all…
A romantic comedy with Julia Roberts
And Tom Hanks was released
And…
…and…
It made $60 Million at the box office
These are true signs of the End
Oh…and…
Even the King of Slick
Burt Reynolds lost his house
At the first of last month
Extra cheese and all…just gone
Maybe the cheese-man was right
Dark times are a-comin’
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There we are...sees youse later, eh? | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 3/12/2012 9:03:13 PM | God I remember the Haikus of old.......
I guess happiness
precludes poetic angst
but I still miss it
Howdy hoo to you two.........et bisous | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 3/30/2012 12:21:53 PM | look at a writer's market, if you haven't already...
$20 investment for the current year or the library usually has last year's | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 3/30/2012 7:09:42 PM | Peeking in!
Is the wash basin open?
I got sand in my pants
I was jumping around
I thought it was ants!
Sam | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/24/2012 8:54:54 PM | Hey ya'll.
Sorry for the disappearing act. Breathing can vouch for me...I'm just blissfully hanging out in Paradise.
And, yep, poetry is like pulling teeth because of it. Been gathering a lot of wool, though...bales of it. One fine day it will be turned into some kinda poetry.
In the meantime...let's haiku something.
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Good ol' 5-7-5
It is almost like a verb
Tickling the muscles
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Da-ding! Let's keep this hyar barn alive. Good for the compost.
Laters! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/25/2012 9:56:34 PM | shhh... barn animals asleep...
a word left at peace
tannins sweep across your tongue
breath of the sunset
Sweet dreams
~5-7-5~ | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/26/2012 4:54:29 PM | Walk on by
familiar smells
the barn door remains open
Lost in time
days gone by
memories keep flowing
Many smiles
laughter and tears
shared thoughts written down
Welcome back
arms open wide
time has stood still
Hello barn animals
all the welcomed words
missed this lovely place.... | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/27/2012 3:16:04 AM | ANITA!!!!!!!!
Welcome back!!!!!
Visiting old friends
Picking teeth with a straw stick
Smiling in the sun | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/27/2012 6:50:26 PM | out on the black sea
one flew over the Ku Kus
in the name of research
576 ;-/
oh, there's one for the compost
lets try that again
speaking of compost
before the apocalyps
do pay your taxes
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/27/2012 8:17:54 PM | Wakey Wakey UP
Things are a jing a jing ing
Sun is in the Barn
Loves ya all I dooooo | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/2/2012 9:46:58 AM | Howdy-do!
Loves Pickles toooo...we doooooooo! Good to see yer, dear.
Good to be back in Nelson town after a little wander through (gak) Calgary. That place gets busier every time we see it.
Good to see an old friend here, too....love the new name, too. Love to see them words as well. I reckon we'll get this place aired out in jig time. Welcome back, my friend.
And ghostguest....heh...you always crack me up. Don't go through it...haiku it!
Oh, and Breathing...she knows I's luvs her. Even watching her drink wine is like art for me.
Okay...best haiku something and get back to work...
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Pushed around the words
Made a real mush of vowels
Is it nutrition?
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Okay...must wander away for a bit. Laters! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/8/2012 9:07:38 AM | Hey...it's haiku time:
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Askance, I do look
At a crazy, tilted world
Now it looks level
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Laters! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/12/2012 11:19:04 PM | Uncle Ed he had a Mystery Spot in Hope I dread
Not far from Spuzzum
With rooms that were tilted
It was all illusiom
I needed handrails
My auntie gave us shortbread
To recover from so much tilt and turbidity and the
rotundity | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/13/2012 5:43:30 PM | A happy Mother's day to all with wee ones and big ones--
"twas a great run today, loves me Goaty man....Still blessed
~~ A small flower blooms
Spring gently asks us to wake
Be present today~~ | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 6/20/2012 12:47:03 PM | Been a while....
...I picked up something this morning. Here...have a look:
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Solid in the Birkenstocks
I woke this morning to gentle murmurs
Of CBC as it lapped into my ears
Protective dykes holding back flood waters
Out there – someplace, somewhere
All those lesbians, secure in their sexuality
So protective, joining hands, singing a little
Keeping that black water away from us all
Their Birkenstocks just so slightly damp
I wanted to be a lesbian too, right then
Making choices, making a difference
Not waiting for a man to fix the problems
They’d make things worse, anyway
Where was the rest of the community?
Where was the rest of the Queer Nation?
Would it kill them to pick up a shovel?
Would it hurt to fill a sandbag or two?
And us, we lazy Breeders still abed
Listening to tales of Lesbian Chivalry
We should be mucking in as well
One nation, united in our Wellington boots
I was pulled from my stately half-sleep
Understood that England finally won a game
Those protective dykes lost their magic
Flooded over, but free of their sexuality
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And it's itchy too. If I scratch it, do you think it will scar? Hmm....pick, pick....
Hi Trulio! Good to see yer, eh?
And Breathing...she knows I loves her. I see her every day and let her know at least hourly.
Okay...back to the sweatshop...laters! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 6/25/2012 10:22:28 PM | Nerrfffff...hope youse in the barn is foine...tanks for de Bday wishes eh....
in the middle of Rainbow week and loving it.......
new digs.....chaos and a dog who hits the floor in the elevator......life is golden!!!!!
Air Canada Airbus 310
seat 22 c, room for me and my knees
YVR to YYZ....
five hours of stale air
farts
plastic food
all this for an EXHORBITANT
airfare
but bliss in the midst
God bless the BBC...
season two of
Downton Abbey
in it's entirety! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 6/27/2012 10:25:01 AM | Hello all....and hello to Pickles-dear!
You summed up almost every flight I've been on and the reasons why I never fly anywhere if I can help it. Thank God for the bliss in the midsts, eh? Luvs yer and we're all doing fine here in Nelson-town.
And again...happy post b-day to yer!
Okay...let's drop and run:
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Journey to the Centre of the Muff
Beware the man who acquired
A Brand New Vagina
For he knows not what he does
Or what he will be doing
Or what was done unto him
He may “go through some stuff”
He may grow a goatee
He may get a tattoo
He may wear slippers all the time
He may grow a pony tail
He may grow alarming biceps
His perceptions will change
And mayhap warp a little
When that Brand New Vagina
Starts to break down and smell
Oh, and the noises it will make
Once pleasurable and soft
Now hard and piercing
That’s when he’ll buy a red sports car
A brown driving cap
A greyish handlebar mustache
A subscription to Reader’s Digest
A box of donuts and an auburn dog
And he will eat, whistle and wash
At Everything
Because that one gate opened
The lips parted, gently queefed
A greeting and gave him a good
Glimpse of where he came from
Where he will go
What he will need to do
There’s so little room
For the Miata
In there
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Back to verk!
Laters! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/3/2012 4:59:13 AM | Hello everyone...thanks for the warm welcome back pickles,its nice to see you again and its nice to be here ...as for poetry..well my mind is busy busy so I hope to be able to jot some words down sooner than later..
Good to see some wonderful faces that have been around for awhile,seems like yesterday this home away from home was started and a kinship was formed...and good to see the place has stayed the same, smells and all..
toodles.. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/10/2012 9:10:23 PM | Downtown
number six bus
Bay Street down to God knows where
unwashed body smells, stale cigarettes
desperation looking into coffee cups
talking softly to the constant companion
the nemesis of normal
foot tapping
iPod tunes audible only to the owner
look away as the guy on the bender
comes down
before his visit to CAMH
the interlude between one bottle
one line
one high
and the next
Downtown
Moved....downtown.....suburbia fading into distant memory............................................ | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/11/2012 9:40:22 PM | Evenin'.
Hello again to Real! Good to see you here again, too. Every time I come back to check on the barn, I'm mildly surprised that its still around. I always think the POF gods will just delete this forum one day, but I've been thinking that since 2004. We'll wait for the words to come, too. Heck, even I find them hard to get out sometimes these days.
Hi to Pickles-dear! Suburbia seems like a weird beige dream compared to the urban life, I'll bet. Brilliant words and I can feel the itchy-bitty-craziness in it. I don't know if I could handle the Big City all that well, but yer never know...
Okay...the semi-regular poetical thing is about to break free and run across the busy street:
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To The Jaywalking Cougar in Yoga Pants
It was an interesting move
How you slid through traffic
Like that
So amazing
One day
All your Yoga Powers
Dirty Looks
And the God of Pilates
Won’t save you from that
Redneck Express coming at you
I’ll bet
You’ll soil your lycra
When a Ford finds you
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And such a dirty look she had...tsk...
Okay...laters! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/13/2012 9:38:19 PM | Anita...cannot message you
too old it seems
but have things I'd like to say
maybe one day
soon? | |
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