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| | The Poetry Barn and EateryPage 244 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, howdy, howdy!
Welcome to Purfectmeow (who seems to have gone now...oh, well...that's what I get for being late). Good to see you in the barn anyway.
Hi Pickles! Hope you two got in contact already. You just aren't young enough or man enough to message her on POF, eh?
Okay...here's today's offering. I wrote it earlier this month, right in the middle of a mini heat wave. We've since had rain, hot sun, more rain and will be followed by yet more rain.
But it still beats living in Saskatchewan....by a looooooong shot.
Here it is:
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Standing Outside a Dirty Deli with Paprika in My Hand
(With apologies to the Primitive Radio Gods)
I’ve been sleep-deprived, baby
I’ve been sleep-
I’ve been sleep-deprived, baby
Ever since July began
Ever since July began
The sun came out the first time this week
Crawled through all the market stalls
Everyone’s baked on Baker Street
No one could carry any real tune
The buskers busked and banjoed hard
Played and prayed to the wet death of June
The trip to the post office took some time
I stopped at all the stopping points
Shuffle-waltzed a clumsy line
Smelled the smells, saw the city bare
All stretched out prone in the sun
Naked, hairy and burnt and didn’t care
Couscous was ready, but I didn’t buy
Sunburned girl, steeped in wait
I caught the whiff of bass-fiddle fry
Back in the office, I touched the glass
Feigned some pain to the window pane
Came back and sat on my ass
I’ve been sleep-deprived, baby
I’ve been sleep-
I’ve been sleep-deprived, baby
Ever since July began
Ever since July began
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That darn song was in my head, all burrowed in like a mole. I think it's out now.
righto...back to other thingies! Laters! | |
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Posted: 7/27/2012 4:40:29 PM | Me again. Got something and it's fresh....baked today, in fact:
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Love Taps
My wife and I have this
Pact
Agreement
Promise
In which we have so
Solemnly Vowed
That
When one of us
Gets too far out of line
That
The offender gets
A good, hard punch
Right
In the genitals
Now
It’s not a kick
Or
A flurry of slaps
It’s
Just one
Hard
Shot
A good, solid
Low-five
Deep into
The Netherlands
The one who delivered
That hammer-blow
To
That soft, soft spot
Is to stare the offender
In the eyes
And ask:
“Are you better now?”
If there is no answer
Permission is assumed
As given
For another
Fist in the crotch
Until
That reset switch
Is found
My wife has the
Strength and Endurance
Of Diana of Themyscira
And
She would turn my oysters
Into a lumpy pate
Though I have a
Big
Big
Mouth
I know she has endless
Patience and
So much Wisdom
And
I will never have to wear
My
Steel jockstrap
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And we met here on POF in this here barn, lo, these seven years ago. True story.
Laters! | |
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Posted: 8/28/2012 4:50:06 PM | Here it comes.....
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love pulls back the arm
Slow caring hand, upper cut
We will age with grace
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I loves my man- best smelly goat there is...
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She was a cougar
An aged mother's heart
On the prowl
She simply wanted
Her life
From afar the scent
Belonged to her
They were,
Sustenance
They would give her life
She was tired, emaciated
Confused
She meant no harm
She is simply,
A cougar
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Posted: 10/9/2012 9:51:54 PM | I do love this Barn.... life is good to us here in Nelly Town.. someone should leave a note on these walls....
Loves the goaty smell....
~Desperation~
Society, has left us
Where has she gone …
Days of morals,
Simply
Squandered away
She has left us
Her reasons, we do not know
She is battered and bruised
She knows not why
She stoops below the fence
Wondering if she can touch they sky
Things have changed
Times has past, she no longer believes
Humans gone awry…
All souls day a welcome
Warmth…
Perhaps things will change
If they dig deep
Winter can see her day
She again can feel…
Her children she left
Starvation and disease became the norm
Abuse and neglect controlled
Her moves
She no longer understood
Pain was sister to her children
She cried
“Please no”
Sugar and control,
This was her high
She was lost
Beyond belief
A child she was
Unknowing was her life
Her heart…imploded
Wounded
She reached.
She wondered,
Would she ever touch the sky…
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We are worth it..... | |
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Posted: 11/11/2012 1:34:35 PM | Oh, we are worth it me'love. You write with such a passion that I can only stand and look at and appreciate.
Thank you
Well, it's been a little while since I've been here. I figure Remembrance Day is the time. This one went a little different from the way I envisioned it, but that's the way it goes.
So..uhm...here we go:
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In the Garden
In the beginning, there was dirt
Only a few vegetables lay here
Buried and growing standing up
Above them, a Great Battle begins
Brave men cast in plastic
This young deity places them
So carefully among the leftover
Carrots and radishes
Setting so much into still motion
Rifles ready, bayonets fixed
The good, green guys on one side
Waiting to Ambush
The grey army will be
Coming around the forgotten potatoes
Any minute…annnny minute
Good
Good
All infantry and no tanks
Close in and take them out!
A squad, take the flank!
B squad! Hit them in the front!
Goddammit! Get that .30 firing!
I want a base of fire that’ll stop them
In their tracks! Right there!
Three hours
Three hours that fight raged
And it wasn’t fair to the Grey army
They fought bravely, though
Right until night flowed in
And soft flakes of November snow
Trickle, so lazy and impartial
Covered the struggle
The Forgotten Soldier
Lies still there
Left behind in the radishes
He still points, straight into Eternity
Waits for the platoon to follow
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Righto...laters! | |
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Posted: 11/13/2012 9:09:43 PM | I do love this Barn.... life is good to us here in Tonto Town, too.. someone should leave a note on these walls....
O
it's a whole note
;-)
om | |
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Posted: 11/28/2012 9:06:44 PM | Jayzus...just wondering how long it's been.......Nelly town seems like a long time ago......when youse comin here?
This gimp had a limp
Zimmer titanium hip
now I'm BIONIC
hahahaha
can't wait to go through airport security :) | |
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Posted: 1/17/2013 3:59:58 PM | greets to the barn dweller... hellooooooo
For a friend of ours....
Words fall silent…
Beneath stars
A heart rests
Winter’s warmth offers comfort
In this sheath he surrenders…
A son pauses in the memory
Of his father’s strength
He feels his hand
As sunrise makes way for the day…
Morning wakes, A family remembers
He is there in a baby’s smile, a child’s laugh, a mother’s calm
In life’s spirit
He is never forgotten… | |
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Posted: 2/5/2013 10:04:12 PM | Ah, me'love...your words are wonderful and beautiful...as are you.
Alas, for me....all I have is this:
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The Measure of Most Things
When I smell cigarette smoke on someone
No matter how attractive they are
It scares me a little
Not in an unexpected way
My Grade Five math teacher
Mr. McKenzie
And that enormous pompardoured mane
Of greying black hair
And eyebrows over an inch wide
Each little hair infinite in all directions
Rancid
Reeky-rancid-reeked
Of Players’ Unfiltered Finest
Or Camels
Or Marlboros dipped in cat urine
Or hot sick
And how
Those suasagey yellow fingers
Would curl into potent smoky fists
Of Mathematical Righteousness
When I messed up the fractions (again)
“What’s two thirds minus three thirds?”
“Two-eighths?”
Nope
It was 16 stars swimming in a sea of snot
“What about three-qaurters plus one-eighth?”
“Two and one quarter?”
Nope
That one was goddam 18 gay balloons
Each syllable
Hard-smeared with a blur of pain and colour
I feared fractions and do now
I cried for years at half-off sales
Deep in the heart of K-Mart
Some fires just shouldn’t be lit
Some fractions shouldn’t be solved
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Off we go again.....laters. | |
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Posted: 2/8/2013 8:01:28 PM | Peeks in quietly
Just to say hi
Looks around a bit
Misses ya'll, Sigh
Yet will be back
Sooner then later
life is slowing down finally
I'm crawling out of the crater....
Sneaks back out slowly.....
Mari | |
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Inicia
| | Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 6087 | |
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Posted: 2/8/2013 9:38:51 PM | There was my fifth grade teacher that had yellow nicotine stained teeth.
Here last name was Reynolds and we called her Reynolds Wrap because
She threw scissors at students hitting them in their budding breasts
And choked a boy named richard who was a lovely young man who
Baked rhubarb and strawberry pies with my sister Michelle
She wouldn't let me use the restroom one morning in english class
I rerquested with hand raised three times she refused I peed myself
In the seat.... at 11 years old... very traumatic...for me but I was amazed
that the other students helped me clean my urine up...all of us with brown
dispensed nonabsorbent paper towels. sopping up my urine in their hands
My class mates. Dana tipton called me deanna peanna on the playground
After that.... But for three days I stayed home and refused to go back
to that Class so the upgraded me to 6th grade,,,, and found I excelled greatly.
My Teachers Name was Peacheck....
The drama left me after a girl friend Dustin off the base connected the dots for me
And we Laughed hysterically..
My family and I sat a resturuant telling this story and my sisters and I laughed and my
nephews laughed. And my brother-in law feeling excluded as a retired teacher himself
Corrected my humor and joy......
Love the goat smell and barn poetry...
I Smoke like a fiend....true addict... | |
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Inicia
| | Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 6088 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/8/2013 9:39:07 PM | There was my fifth grade teacher that had yellow nicotine stained teeth.
Here last name was Reynolds and we called her Reynolds Wrap because
She threw scissors at students hitting them in their budding breasts
And choked a boy named richard who was a lovely young man who
Baked rhubarb and strawberry pies with my sister Michelle
She wouldn't let me use the restroom one morning in english class
I rerquested with hand raised three times she refused I peed myself
In the seat.... at 11 years old... very traumatic...for me but I was amazed
that the other students helped me clean my urine up...all of us with brown
dispensed nonabsorbent paper towels. sopping up my urine in their hands
My class mates. Dana tipton called me deanna peanna on the playground
After that.... But for three days I stayed home and refused to go back
to that Class so the upgraded me to 6th grade,,,, and found I excelled greatly.
My Teachers Name was Peacheck....
The drama left me after a girl friend Dustin off the base connected the dots for me
And we Laughed hysterically..
My family and I sat a resturuant telling this story and my sisters and I laughed and my
nephews laughed. And my brother-in law feeling excluded as a retired teacher himself
Corrected my humor and joy......
Love the goat smell and barn poetry...
I Smoke like a fiend....true addict... | |
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Inicia
| | Joined: 12/21/2007
Msg: 6089 | |
| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 2/8/2013 9:39:23 PM | There was my fifth grade teacher that had yellow nicotine stained teeth.
Here last name was Reynolds and we called her Reynolds Wrap because
She threw scissors at students hitting them in their budding breasts
And choked a boy named richard who was a lovely young man who
Baked rhubarb and strawberry pies with my sister Michelle
She wouldn't let me use the restroom one morning in english class
I rerquested with hand raised three times she refused I peed myself
In the seat.... at 11 years old... very traumatic...for me but I was amazed
that the other students helped me clean my urine up...all of us with brown
dispensed nonabsorbent paper towels. sopping up my urine in their hands
My class mates. Dana tipton called me deanna peanna on the playground
After that.... But for three days I stayed home and refused to go back
to that Class so the upgraded me to 6th grade,,,, and found I excelled greatly.
My Teachers Name was Peacheck....
The drama left me after a girl friend Dustin off the base connected the dots for me
And we Laughed hysterically..
My family and I sat a resturuant telling this story and my sisters and I laughed and my
nephews laughed. And my brother-in law feeling excluded as a retired teacher himself
Corrected my humor and joy......
Love the goat smell and barn poetry...
I Smoke like a fiend....true addict... | |
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