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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/12/2004 8:37:50 PM | You've said it all, Kota. You absolutely said it all and brilliantly too. I don't think we humans are ready to abandon armed conflict at all for some time yet. We are a violent species by nature, though we are learning other ways.
I had a great uncle who died in WWII in Italy -- my grandfather drove an ambulance in that same war. My maternal grandfather was 15 years old and was in German army in WWI. He died 5 years before I was born. Grandmother said that war haunted him every day.
I don't think I have a poem to follow yours. Perhaps a haiku before bed:
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To sleep and to dream
Of a world between the seams
Where peace will meet us
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Ticket....thanks, eh. Glad to see you here. I hope my rough attempts at poetry haven't turned you off. I haven't much time for refinining my thoughts these days.
And with that, g'night all. See you tomorow. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/13/2004 4:09:46 AM | cool breezes...rustling wind....
words spoken during a church service long ago
spoken by a man who had spent time in the trenches
a man who watched his comrades die
who found solace in a god to watch over him
upon his return to the small rural community he was a changed man
a leader among others
a simple watermelon farmer who had become because of circumstance a leader
you could hear it in his voice as he spoke of what happened...
the 10 minutes they gave him to speak turned into 45...as the words tumbled out
for the first time to an audience so many decades later......
but you felt rather than heard his words.... you saw what he had seen and you knew
that it was something he had endured to make sure that no one after him would have to
you could hear the pain that he felt because his war had not been the war to end all wars as they had told him....
He was the man who when i was a child had given me a whole half of a watermelon when I went to visit there with my grandmother...I was allowed to just eat the heart....not have to eat only the outside...
he was the man who when in highschool...I was out running one day...i saw him come down from his steps with tears in his eyes to stop and tell me that the president had been shot..(reagan)
he knew what it was to love his country his family his community.....
he showed me what it was like to give......and not expect in return..... | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/13/2004 7:33:04 PM | Hey, Sukari. Words like a waterfall. Words that are welcome in this here barn. I always enjoy your memories. Thanks.
As for me...well, time to take a stab at something a little different. Okay, perhaps not too terribly different:
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Upon Sudden Realization That I’m Getting Older
I got a crick in my neck
My ankles make funny sounds
And my a*** doesn’t move as fast any more
I used to be able to keep up a breakneck pace
And now I don’t bother to race
And prefer to lie on the floor
I just realized I’m at the age
When Mozart was dead already
For a whole year, in fact
But I don’t have what he had
And what I got ain’t that bad
The funny thing is
The older I get
The younger I feel
Compared to his rheumatic fever
I got a good deal
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Time for me to shuffle away in geriatric fashion to my soft bed and heating pad. Maybe a nice cup of cocoa before sleep...if I could take my teeth out I would.
G'night. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/14/2004 1:09:56 PM | Hello again. In the (potentially vain) attempt to dredge up some inspiration, I'm going to try several poetic variations on a certain line. Oh, the line will be "This mug in this hand"...just something that came to my little brain today. I'll start with that line for every poem this week and see what happens. I'd like to call this The GoatSmell Variations, but that would be a tremendous insult to J S Bach and his Goldberg Variations -- but then he's dead and so are his lawyers.
Anyhoo...let's motor on. Okey-dokey? Righto:
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Variations on a Line – Attempt 1
This mug in this hand
Has followed me halfway across this country
From mountains to prairie
From kitchen to living room
And even to the bathroom
But we won’t talk about that
From letter to letter
From coffee to tea
This mug in this hand has followed me
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Yes, I do like my mug. Very much. If it had breasts I would take it to bed. It doesn't, so I won't.
Too much information? Sorry.
Tomorrow, then. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/14/2004 1:19:07 PM | wisdom comes with age you know
it may hurt more when shuffle off to bed...
but you know better how to relieve the aches and pains
you have learned the trade offs one has to make in life and are better satisfied your choices
you make better use of your time..knowing what it important
appreciate the sunrise you used to sleep through
age has its benefits you know | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/15/2004 7:45:31 PM | This mug in my hand...
belongs to me...
with a picture of Val
Kilmer you see....
though you might call him Doc.
From the Tombstone local,
this mug was brought
"I'll be your huckleberry"
words on its side,
it will even hold Dairy
with Chocolate inside... | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/15/2004 8:01:22 PM | Heh heh...love it!! My mug isn't nearly as cool as yours...but it is a Far Side mug -- that says something. Sukari, that was a good fun poem. And I think that was Val Kilmer's best role in his life....Doc Holiday. Maybe I'll have to rent that show and refresh my memory.
Well, here's another "This mug in this hand" attempt. Ready....engage:
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Variations on a Line – Attempt 2
This mug in this hand
Maintains its shape throughout the years
It’s just as it was years ago when I bought it
Maybe a chip here and there
Actually, it’s held together better than I have
With my soft bio-electrical body
That has plummeted down the sides of riverbanks
Dodged cars, dodged fists, almost escaping sure perilous injury
Dotted with scars, not chips
Time heals all but faint reminders linger
A chip here and there
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A little sombre, but still reasonable. Well I think so, anyway.
Well, time for sleepy snore-snore (and a little drool on the pilla, aye). G'night. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/15/2004 8:59:25 PM | another bit of fluff from off the top of my head. sorry to inflict..it's not so good....
i wish that you could see it, what i see in you.
i wish that i could show you, a vision much more true.
you never seem to get it, the reasons for my care,
to you you're just so normal, just another person there.
how can i make you listen, how can i make you see?
how wonderful and caring, how perfect you are to me.
i guess i'll just keep trying, to get it in your head,
the depth of my emotion could never be truely said.
but try i will, to get my feelings through,
every day i'll spend, showing how i'm in love with you.
maybe you'll never get it, maybe you'll never know,
but i'll just keep on telling, about this love that continues to grow.
everyday it's getting bigger, everyday i'm feeling more,
so every day i'll try to tell you why it's you i do adore. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/16/2004 10:17:00 AM | "If Only"
If Only... You had the time
If Only... Forever you'll be mine.
If Only... Being Enternal was real.
If Only... Your heart, mind, body, and soul I could steal.
If Only... It was only just us two.
If Only... Happiness comes from everything we do.
If Only... You let me hold you in my arms.
IF ONLY......
Please don't make fun. This is not my best work yet. I just wanna post some up here and there, but not everywhere. lol...Later! | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/16/2004 2:41:30 PM | | HEY Goatsmell....I thought the same thing about my poems. I wrote 250 poems...My aunt talked me into sending one out to Nashville Song Writing Service...So I did.. guess what I got a contract from them and five others like them. I also had one published. So I think you should try to send one out and see what happens. You never know. TRUST ME IT IS WORTH THE RISK!!!!!!! | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/16/2004 6:51:55 PM | Hello all. Good to see you here in the ol' barn.
Kota....great poem! Nailed that one out of the park. Loverly job, pardner. And you said you're not any good at the poetry-thing. Ex speaks true...you got poetry in your heart and your fingers work de magic on the keyboard.
Rose Red....I dunno about turning my half-arsed poetry into songs. Most of my stuff is tuneless, formless and well, kinda thoughtless at times. But, it is something to consider to be sure.
So...here's my daily attempt. More mug in hand sort of thing...you know:
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Variations on a Line – Attempt 3
This mug in this hand
Keeps my hand busy
Keeps it from roaming
In places where it’s least productive
But often welcome
Keeps me from biting my nails
But can’t stop me from
Biting my toenails or
Indulging in too many bad habits at one time
This mug in this hand
Makes it a whole lot easier
To handle hot liquids
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Well, that's it for me. G'night all. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/17/2004 7:17:39 PM | Howdy howdy.
Not much time for anything real, so here's a haiku:
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This mug in this hand
Contains a lot of life's stuff
Keeps it all so hot
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Yup...it was a bit of a weird day. Maybe better tomorrow. G'night. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/19/2004 7:54:37 PM | Man, I go away for a day and I slip to page two. The competition is fierce around here, I tells ya.
Let's see...I have a couple of poems in the bag. By "poems" I mean a loose collection of free verse that I spewed out after a long day of scratching my biscuit tin. And, yes, I did smell my fingers after. It isn't right to not to.
Okey dokey...here's a double feature and still continuing on the weekly theme:
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Variations on a Line – Attempt 5
This mug in this hand
Is great for holding old bacon grease
That’s the breakfast of champions
A nice hard heart
And a set of plugged arteries
Get your a** out the door
What? Your right arm tingles and aches?
Have another egg and walk it off
Wait until that grease congeals
And you can spread it on toast
And boast about your dietary conquest
To your friends or strangers that may not care
Oh yeah, this mug has seen it all
The bacon grease is just a small part of it
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Variations on a Line – Attempt 6
This mug in this hand
Appeases my thirsty gland
Holds a multitude of stuff
Says nothing when I get rough
Stands at attention
And has perfected liquidic retention
Comes complete with an ergonomic handle
And can sit on any mantle
Oh yes, I brandish this mug with pride
It will be buried with me when I die
I only ask that it goes with me empty
So I can fill up in the afterlife when it tempts me
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One more poem about the mug and that'll be it. Promise. Back to scratching. G'night. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/19/2004 8:06:04 PM | a mug challenge - hmmmm - not a real poet - so it wont have any real style - just plain off the cuff lol
i sit and look and stare
roll my eyes and glare
and wonder why that dang mug
is way over there
over there is where it sits
being over there is the pits
i want my mug in my hand
but golly gee and heck and d*mn
over there is where it sits
ok that sucked by it was fun to do lol.... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/21/2004 2:46:18 AM | this mug in my hand
reminds me I am alive
warms me on the inside
provides nourishment
takes me through discouragment
this mug in my hand was provided by the hotel
made in germany.... held in Ireland
it holds tea and coffee....water....if you will
a nice white cup with a gold rim...
brightens an otherwise gloomy rainy day..... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/21/2004 9:27:22 AM | Gratings and lubrications, everyone. Sorry about yesterday -- had some technincal difficulties but I managed to get everything up and running. But, after it was all done, I didn't want to look this computer in the face any more. Bitter? Ayuh.
I'm feeling much better about it now, this Frankenstein's monster of a PC.
Zee! Good to see you here. Isn't terrible poetry fun? I think that's why I have all these rhymes and nonsense phrases in my head all the time -- for the sheer amusement of it all. And your's was extremely witty and fit well in this barn of a place. Thanks.
Ticket...thanks, pardner. I create these things for selfish reasons and I think I post them for the same reasons. Vanity? Exercising an understimulated mind? Publicly demonstrating my clumsy passion for the written word? Yup, yup and yup. Good to see other people here besides me, though.
Sukari. Graceful. Can one dance with a mug? A full one? And still remain graceful? After reading what you entered I was sorely tempted. Thanks. And how is the Emerald Isle these days? And it's always good to see you here as well.
Well, it seems I owe you a poem from yesterday...the final "this mug in this hand". Are you itchy with anticipation? Are you just itchy? Well, grab that wood rasp and scratch away. Here it is:
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Variations on a Line – Attempt 7
This mug in this had
Have a look, ain’t it grand?
It was made in this land
By a machine, not a hand
Today it holds coffee not so bland
That sizzles and stimulates my adrenal glands
It’s a plot delicately planned
That I conceived of firsthand
In my brain, running unmanned
Through an ethereal sea, searching for dry land
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Alas...there it is. A wimper rather than a bang. A plop rather than the cracking sound of thunder. I will no longer speak of the mug, but will silently clutch it to my chest.
Now, what can I work up for today's poem? Stay tuned. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/21/2004 10:20:09 AM | Hello again. This one's fresh and it took a few turns I wasn't expecting. Again, it's done for selfish reasons.
Here you go:
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A Headful of Sunday
I’ve been thinking
Thinking about you and me
Did the fates conspire in some dark room
And bring us all together, here
Here in this place
Making decisions for us
That are well beyond our abilities to choose
Seeing too far ahead than our eyes and hands
Can reach
I’ve been thinking
Thinking about me and us
Thinking about those fine, strong lines
Of relationship
That wander and bind and can even be cut
So short
And all we can do is watch the
Remaining thread drift away
I wanted to follow
Take faith and step off into that void
I’ve been thinking
Thinking about me mostly
Contemplating my definition
Defining my contemplations
Mostly I’ve been thinking
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Yee...what dark, squirrely things lurk under my untended tough old hide. I feel pretty good, actually. Must be the Leonard Cohen CD I just listened to. I'd better put on some Pogues and drink some cough syrup...STAT!
Okey-dokey...see ya'll tomorrow. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/21/2004 8:29:54 PM | you've made us all think, goat........
.....some of us more than others...and in perhaps ways we should'nt have thought, but did? oh...nevermind.......
.....wonderful poem as always, my dear......everyday a new addition to our lives, from you and we love it. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/21/2004 11:11:01 PM | I read all 35 pages-to-date. Some wonderful stuff in here, guys. TY to GoatSmell for his poetic compulsion :) and for being the perfect host, encouraging others of us to try expressing the unexpressible.
Words are all we have
When love is far away, and
Subject to power outages,
Computer crashes, wayward packets,
And fiber-optics that are buried like my hopes,
Deep, dark, and cold in the Big Pond.
‘We’ existed in time and distance,
But mostly in imagination.
“Let’s just be friends.” Uh,
Then what were we?
Pieces of each other’s dreams,
That’s all. | |
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| GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/23/2004 9:02:50 AM | Well Goat...I have to say this is an awesome thread...your own style...your own creations....and the competition you speak of, no worries there, you are an awesome writer. Keep thriving Goat and yes, I agree you ought to send in one of your poems and see if you can be a the star of a written tune.  | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/23/2004 2:09:48 PM | I've been thinking
that sometimes we think too much
sometimes you just accept
sometimes you just reach out and take what is offered
I've been thinking
that sometimes it is the things we least expect
that we didn't look for...
that bring the biggest smiles
I've been thinking
that sometimes you should just appreciate | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/23/2004 5:18:20 PM | Hey...back again. Sorry about yesterday, but I managed to get myself a little busy. that and some more technical difficulties kept me from the ye olde poetry barne.
I missed apoeticguy in the shuffle...sorry about that. You done good and you are abslutely welcome in this old barn if you can tolerate the smell. I'm used to it.
Got lots of company here over the last few days...good to see ya'll. First..yesterday's poem...which was written in jiffy marker on a plastic bag:
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The Sound of Polyethylene
Platicky rustle
Caught by a sudden wind
Whipped
High and hard into a tree
Hung and flapped
Synthetic wing
There’s a receipt in there
That lists the goods
It once carried
Now it marks a life it once knew
It had purpose
But now it’s just garbage
A recycle bin escapee
On the lam
In a tree
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Sucks, huh? Well, there's another one coming right up...dunno what it is yet, though. Hang on a tic... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 11/23/2004 5:35:29 PM | Kota...hello there. Sorry I made you think. I -uhm- didn't mean to. Thanks for the kind words, too. I wouldn't say every day brings some new great thing, but it does bring something.
Tranzy....you read all 35 pages? Are you okay? Maybe you should stand up? Sit down? Breathe deeply...easy...steady...these poems should be taken gradually, lest they cause some undesired effects. You know...cramps...bloating...etc. I hope you weren't too damaged by it all. Judging from the poem you posted, it looks like you're in fine poetic shape. You're a hardy soul. Thanks for posting that poem, too. Express the unexpressable or pass through the unpassable...I like your style.
Charmingandsweet...you are charming AND sweet! Thanks for your kindness. The competition here is pretty fierce as there's a lot of excellent poets around here and I think they're all better than I am. The only thing I have going for me is my stubbornness and perserverance. A poem a day (or the nearest equivalent) until I'm booted out of here...and perhaps even beyond that. A written tune? I can't find the music in my ramblings...maybe a more skilled person can, but I can't -- even after drinking ten beer there ain't no music. Go figure. Thanks for stopping by here and don't be a stranger.
Sukari...again, elegant, striving and reaching and yet standing tranquil. And you are absolutely correct...and artistic. Thanks.
Okay...another poem...let's see... | |
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