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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/15/2004 8:38:45 PM | Back from the dead.
Boo.
Dakota...dear Dakota...You remain silent for so long (for reasons beyond your control, I know) and you come straight this little barn and post something with so much weight and with so much soul-wringing energy that you leave me shaking and breathless.
You can't know how much I appreciate seeing you here, Kota. Keep that upper lip nice and stiff and keep that spine strong. I hope for the best for you, you know. You've got a lot of people in your corner, me included.
I rarely pray and I'm not sure if I know how to but I'll give it an honest go for you. Thanks to you, your heart, your mind and that body that keeps it all together.
And thanks to the other fellers and gals that came by. I finally figured out who Crossfade is. Duh...helps to actually look at profiles once in a while, huh?
The "goetry" resumes tomorrow. Drinking the blue water from the toilet has restored me like a trip to Lourdes. Reeeeeefreshing!
Later, eh. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/16/2004 8:41:37 AM | Bustin' with words today. Let's get to it:
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Another Saturnine Morning
I’ve got a handful of moments
They lie unfortunate and separate
In my palm
A little squeezing and gentle pressure
They become time
Unstructured, unencumbered
By responsibility
By the daily duties
That tug at one like a beggar at one’s sleeve
Or that fridge that cries to be cleaned
The box of baking soda inside
Fading fast
Against the onslaught of old onions
I have no tasks today
I have words that itch and ache to get out
Lots of them
And I have the means to do it
And the patience to tend them
And treat them
Before letting them run wild
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There may be more later. I's got the poetry bug bad today. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/16/2004 9:27:31 AM | This one just came to me when I was...uhm...doing...er...stuff:
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Pickin’ and –a Grinnin’
Pickin’ mah nose agin’
The amusement and fun will never end
I like to do it front of all my friends
Just love to git mah fingers in thar again
Picking mah nose agin’
That joy of discovery will never end
Around nasal passage, mah fingers will wend
Adding to that booger collection that I love to tend
Can’t wait to git mah fingers in thar again
Pickin’ mah nose agin’
Like an archaeologist or a tired miner
Looking for the Rosetta Stone or something finer
Pickin’ mah nose agin’
I keep coming up with salty odd crunchies
Givin’ me the munchies….
But I’ll keep what I found
Momma didna raise no whiner
Pickin’ mah nose agin’
Mah continual efforts, I will not suspend
I’ll be strip-mining my entire front end
Itchin’ ta git mah fingers in thar agin’
YEEEHAAWWWW!!!
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Recognize the tune? Yar.
Okay, let's see what else is in ye olde tickle trunk.
Later... | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/16/2004 4:44:33 PM | I almost didn't find you with that change of name...you know we southerners are kinda slow... don't pick up on things so fast...:-)
a book sitting on my bed
looking...staring... longing
touching.. fondling... the allure
the desire...but once it is opened
it will be read and then it is gone...the anticipation,
gone that feeling of great expectation..
what to do what to do ...
not so unlike the candy bar upon the shelf
you open it... you eat it ...is gone...
but leave it there and you know you have it for the future
or at least until you dad says you have to share it with your little brother
even though he had one , he just ate his yesterday and you saved yours...
but it is nice to share...
you also have to share the crawfish...you spent all that time
and patience catching..all the hard work...
he doesn't even let you have one..because the other people have never
tried them before...
it doesn't matter that you were pinched...that the water was cold
how many rocks you had to gently pick up to find the crawfish under...
how many hours you spent...
but the book it sits waiting...
and there is joy just in knowing it is there..
knowing there will be things learned...
knowledge gleaned from its words....
waiting...calling my name...
just how long can I hold out | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/17/2004 9:11:29 AM | Go get that book Sukari. The real joy in it is in the doing, not the anticipating. G'wan and git it, pardner.
Now I have a hankering for crawfish. Hard to find any in this landlocked province this time of year. I do have sardines, though....yummers. Good to see you here Sukari. Missed you while I was wandering on a flu walkabout.
Guess what happened today? No, go on...guess. Nope. Roger Moore didn't stop by and give me a foot rub. It snowed. It snowed a lot. It may even still be snowing -- let me check...
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Yup, it's still snowing. Inspiration hit me like an angry hooker:
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First Snow of the Season
This humble city is shocked
Quieted
Blanketed by a good inch or two
Of that white powdery stuff that marks our longest season
Cars slide noiselessly through intersections
Sideways
Good people scrabble like crabs on the sidewalk
Desperately clinging to a once-was summer
Fighting the wind and the snow
With desperate, pinched faces
You’d think in this country
Where
Winter lasts at least seven months
Of the year
We’d all be used to it by now
But, no
Another fender-bender tells me
That ain’t so
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Now I should shovel some of that off the deck before I can't see it. Later, eh. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/17/2004 11:08:34 AM | angel - he does that often dont take it personal j/k
he is by far fantastic - and his off the cuff is why i come to read him ... | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/18/2004 8:40:46 PM | snow snow snow...glorious snow...
it is very special...you know....
an even occuring only once every 4 or 5 year.
snow..big beautiful flakes.. floating gently by, to be skillfully caught by a waiting tounge...
snowflakes that melt as soon as they hit the ground..
but,,, maybe if you are lucky...some will stick on the car... and if you are really lucky there might be enough to build a snowman(you build it with dirt first and then cover it with a layer of snow)
back to the snow that stuck to the car.....
you can take a great big bowl out there and brush off just the clean top surface...
bring in inside add a couple of eggs some sweetened condensed milk..sugar and vanilla
and wa la.....you have it food of the gods....literally...of the gods
snow icecream...
something worth waiting years for..... and oh so good..... | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/18/2004 9:22:01 PM | Hello all. Greets to Lyons_Angel and thanks...I think we all kind of inspire each other around here. Lots of good poets around these parts. I like your poetry as well. Lotsa feeling there.
Zee...ah, you're lovely. Praise from a power poet like you is the reason why I come around here.
Sukari....you remember the snow all the way down there in Galveston? It was a hard ride home today, but I made it. After a winter of this I'll be in some good physical shape. Love those memories and words. Never thought of eating snow though. I did mix some with scotch once because we had no ice. Not bad.
Okay, here's this evenings plunking:
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The Wrong Thong (or "Still More Memories of a Younger Goat")
The morning shower
cleansed for the day.
I see you there
reaching for the Olay
The curve of your back
as you stretch out of line
Makes me think with the little head
And oh, it's divine
Quickly I strip
and launch myself in
You're mildly surprised
And smell like gin
I hold you close
trace the silent 'o'
of your lips
I expect a silent moan
I realize you're asking for the soap
as I caress your hips
What do you mean you want me out
We shared so much
love
fluids
food
time
I even wore your thong to sleep last night
Though you don't know that yet
My face is stubbly and hurts
And it also stinks
Well, duh, that's why I'm in the shower
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Oh, I dunno where that came from. It isn't even close to spring yet.
Tomorrow, folks. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/19/2004 6:42:38 PM | Gross day in Toon Town. Wet snow everywhere. So tired I'm writing in sentence fragments. Here we go:
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Dirty Snow, Dirty Words
Slush! Slush! Everywhere there’s slush!
The sidewalks don’t exist
The roads are turned into murky lake Eries
Ploughing through this crap on a bike
Is more hard work than I’m used to
Twisted ankles, sore backs, throbbing legs
All before 8:00am
All before morning coffee
All before I give myself the opportunity
To think twice
Until Mt. Erebus is parked in my way
All the scrapings of the streets
And the errant side roads
Right there
Of course I went over it
Because it was there
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Taking my tired a*** to bed. See you tomorrow, peoples. Hugs to ya'll. Sure, I still love you guys.
Later, eh. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/20/2004 5:25:58 PM | tired..weary...frustrated....
feelings of ineptness....never reaching the mark
standing in the shower...
water beating on the back...
shoulders shaking....
crying..where no one can hear...
tears mixing with water...
gently swirling down the drain....
taking with it the the frustration
soap lathering away the dirt...
washing away the feelings of ineptness...
water cleansing....ever cleaning.....
drying off...towel in hand....
refreshed...revived...
smile on the face... | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/20/2004 7:17:02 PM | The Letter
A letter to you
some words from me
thoughts and feelings that you cant see
come rushing out of this head of mine
where I arrange them line by line
from the pen to the paper
to the tears in my heart
to the day you helped me fall apart
my feelings all gather in the bottom of me
in a place that no one can see
no paper or pen or words can explain
the feelings for you that still remain | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/20/2004 7:52:51 PM | Howdy all. I haven't got much for this evening's plunking. But, I see we have a guest in the barn that I haven't seen before. Hey Mikey...excellent first post on this site. You already put me to shame, pardner.
Holly, Zee....a belated good night and a hello and another pre-emptive goodnight. Good to see you both.
Sukari...powerful. Just...powerful. Thanks.
Okay, here we go for mine:
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Stuck in Neutral
A poem?
Tonight?
I gaze out that window
While wet snow drops
And I can't think of poetry
I think of traffic snarls
Soggy feet and a***s
And debating the TV lineup
Or should I turn the darned thing off
I think I'll turn it off
And hit the showers
Though not as hard as a friend has
But pretty hard
A poem?
Tonight?
I made a promise
And I 'll keep it
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Well, that'll do it for tonight. Keep on posting peoples. I draw inspiration from all you guys too. Hard to work in a vacuum, y'see...
Hugs n' stuff and see ya'll tomorrow. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/21/2004 11:37:18 AM | it's been so long since i have gone
and i miss you all terrible
it's been so hard to stay away
but soon i'll be back to stay
life is funny how it twists and turns
making us wonder if its all worth our burns
but i'm catching up slow but sure
the past soon to be a blur
not much keeps me down
and soon i'll be back in this town
yes, i know that was a really sucky note but i just wanted to say hi
to all and i miss you lots and lots, things are getting close to better than they were and soon i'll touch base again....this time not such a long break....
thanx for the space mr. goat see you soon
hugs and stuff to all,
tink | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/21/2004 9:38:26 PM | Tink's back! That's great!!! Good to see ya again!
And all I have is this yet-unformed haiku to celebrate the Return of Tink:
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People come and go
On this well-traveled website
Return when you can
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Okay, I'm hitting the hay. Who needs a hug? No, I won't lick your ear this time...c'mon...hug the goat...
G'night! | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/21/2004 9:59:14 PM | | Hey Goat... love the scripts.... very nice. Im on page 15 right now... lol. Seriously, very good bro! | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/23/2004 12:11:21 AM | Crossfade...thanks, pardner. But...you're not actually reading this stuff, are you? Are you feeling okay? Are you gassy? Is it gas? It's gas, right? Gas?
I'm a little late tonight, since it's past 1:00 am here in Saskabush. But...here we go:
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The Low Road to Exhaustion
A dirigible of thought drifts by
Too high for me to reach
Instead, I plumb the depths of a case of beer
And find wisdom within
Or at least its closest inebriated counterpart
One hellish week is behind me
One night of good conversation
And a few beers
And some mechanical work
(which I am clueless about but I got to hold the flashlight)
All that is behind me too
Now I have time to myself
Which is an eerie thought all by itself
And a few beers left before dawn
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Tune in later today for more verse, or whatever it is. Later, eh. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/23/2004 1:08:45 AM | haha, Goat my friend... I understand. I just got off work a few ago... this night didnt go at all the way I had planned. I miss my girl like you cant imagine... but there was one line in what you just posted that stood out to me so much. Inspiration if you will...
Okay, I just realized it wasnt just a single line, maybe a block of stanza, if you will... hope you dont mind me mucking up your thread here... but...
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One hellish week is behind me
One night of good conversation
And a few beers
And some mechanical work
(which I am clueless about but I got to hold the flashlight)
All that is behind me too
Now I have time to myself
This week was tough, with every turn, there was an equal twist
This week was rough, this week was the knife against the wrist.
In seven days, I was supposed to be on a huge jet plane
All of my mistakes, figuring out this sh*t, its all kind of insane.
I just wanted that weekend get away. Just a chance to show her it was real.
LOL... life is fickle, it amazes me the way our mistakes, can so often reveal.
I cared about nothing prior to her, ya see it was all just a blur, something I could fix
I could always get around the gun, but with her, and our dreams, theres not more foolish trix.
Dammit, I did it all over again. I was supposed to be writting to goat, and you were the focus again
Sorry brotha man, she simply has this effect on me, but regardless, her and I will make it.. lose or win.
Sorry goat... I suck at getting her off my mind. And I really appologize for that write... I will work on a serious improvement. Nite all. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/23/2004 12:39:29 PM | your words ARE verse..but not only verse they are....
music to the ears... provokers of thoughts...
producers of emotions....retrievers of memories so deeply hidden they were once forgotten.
your words provide the catalyist for so much catharthis...
your words are a gift.....freely given...deeply appreciated | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/24/2004 12:12:42 AM | Well, I draw inspiration from everyone around me. Crossfade wrote something quite honest there and it twigged something in my little brain. Here, I'll show you:
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Tumble and Pick
It’s funny how such small things
Can pull at a person
A sight
The sound of a feminine voice
The smell of a more than familiar perfume
The memories cascade
Tumble and pick through jumble of hurts
Old senses, forgotten images
Timeless attachments
Hours, days and weeks spent well
Beyond endurance and escaped boredom
When that person is gone from that centre of memory web
It makes us ache
It makes us hope for that next familiar smell
For that gracious warmth
For that passage of time when age doesn’t register
For that gentle peck in the night
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Hard to get someone off your mind when they spent so much time on it. As much as I like to say I can let things go and get on with my life, a bit of my heart and mind are with certain people for a long time. Old feelings come a-roaring back when I smell a certain type of perfume, see someone with long auburn hair...well, you see what I mean.
Hi Sukari. Nice to see you here again. Don't be shy, eh. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/24/2004 1:24:26 AM | I understand that, and if I can defile your thread once again, heres and older one, but fits right in line with the topic...
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NAME DROPPING
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Walkind down the halls of my life, I cringe when others appear. They dont always show up when expected, and I rarely know their names. However... parts of me knows parts of them all to well. And I cringe.
That one smelled like Kim, that one had hair like Kristi. Did you notice the way that one walked, that could be Jonni's twin. Oh my god, that was the same perfume Crista used to have, and the way that one dressed reminded me sooo much of Cindy.
Its funny the way they burn in your mind. Walking through a mall, you see and smell them with every turn. Im a thousand miles from any of them, yet I just saw Candice walk by. I havent talked to any of them in years, yet, Sara just said Hi.
Sitting down with my courtyard food, I try so hard to block out the names and who they arent anymore.
This isnt real chinease food is it? | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 10/24/2004 8:09:42 AM | goatsmell.. that was beautiful, thank you for posting it..
cross, i am now moving u to "playa" status.. slut
rofl.. i am sooooo kidding btw.. NICELY done sweets! | |
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