| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 12/3/2004 10:14:03 PM | Your readers faithful dearly miss
The thoughts of Goat today
While suffering from a mental block
He chose to stay away
And nurse the fragile tender skull
That holds his twisted mind
Perhaps tomorrow will be the day
He spews out melon rind.
What topic will he show us next
Never shall we know
Until the journey leads us there
Right to the garden hoe.
Ratings range from G to R
And somewhere in between
And should we ever be so blessed
To smell more pinto bean?
This Goatsmell has his way with words
Consensual it's not
But pray to God his next two poems
Do not cover snot.
Believe it or not, I'm a faithful daily reader. . . . . . can I have a straitjacket now please? LOL | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 12/3/2004 11:54:47 PM | LOL...I think we all are in straight jackets here...miss you goat, where the heck are you? And agentpk...great poem...that is our goat! See ya around!
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 12/4/2004 6:15:43 PM | if you were going to mars for two years and could take 5 things with you what would they be...
a book a picture a deck of cards... a ball to play with ...music to relax by.... a smell a taste....
what would be the 5 things that would keep you grounded..while so very far away what 5 things would tie you to earth while on that far away red planet... would it be a seed..perhaps a mustard seed to remind one faith...
a bible a koran..jonothan livingston seagull or perhaps just a few words from robert w. service to remind you that you can make it through those crazy crazy winters...even if you don't do so quite so sane...
the pillowcase the one you love sleeps on...so that you can reach and smell of it when you miss them...
the perfume so you can put some to remind you of what you miss....
what would be those 5 things so important that you would have them take up space in your not so spacious habitat...????
if it were a picture what would it be...your loved one your dog...a mountain... the sea....what would you want to see when all you saw was that rust red surface...vast expanse... when you couldn't see earth.... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/4/2004 6:42:15 PM | I hate poetry except real great ones, I rarely write them but here is a song that i heard in my dreams whose lyrics I expanded to write this poem. If there are composers around dont forget to ask me the tune.
Logic Far Away
Just, a shot from the Cupid,
And, it's my mind so stupid,
When, it is love ever,
Ever, has to be forever...
Feelings on my way,
Shift logic far away...
Lovely, are my days,
Lonely, are my eyes,
Just, you in my heart,
Just, you in my soul...
Pieces make a whole,
A whole makes a soul,
May be, it's just the fate,
But, the stage has been set...
Feelings on my way,
Shift logic further away...
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/5/2004 1:48:16 PM | I'm here. Busy this weekend and I decided to take a wee break from poetry sinc eI don't feel so poetic lately.
Herennow5...good stuff. Reminds me of the hazy, crazy, younger ruminant that I was. Logic rarely dictates my life at the best of times, but when I was younger...well, it weren't there at all.
Good to meet ya and welcome to the barn. You'd better put on the gumboots and mind yer step, I had refried beans the other night.
Good to see the other famed poets here....Sukari and Agent and Charmingandsweet. Nice to see ya'll here...watch out for the rusty nails. They're good for scratching but they can give you tetanus.
Well, I'll try here and there to recapture that poetic feeling. Gots a lotta ideas but the words aren't there. D'ya think I burned myself out?
God forbid.
Later, eh. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/5/2004 6:40:17 PM | rusty nails..square nails...one with big round heads...
little girl outside the store...a country store with two gas tanks outside
ethyl and regular... gas is 12 cents a gallon...you can trade in your coke bottles and actually get gas enough to drive into town..... there is a post outside the little store...store that sells sliced bologna...and summersausage and rat cheese still in the red rind.... those little cookies that are big and round out of a jar with the little elf or gnome guy on them...... and the aqua velva...favorite of the alcoholics that dont drink...
a little girl with a hammer out by the post...hammering nails into teh post.... one after the other...pretending to build a house...with each new nail another room is added on.....
each nail a new song is sung...a tune hummed....dreams of a new day...a break...building a house is tiring....
stopped to watch the clouds overhead...just what shape did the dog change into ...oh thats it...a rabbit...:-)
hammer some more...I am so tired.... wow...I found a penny inside teh store quick as a flash for a piece of double bubble to celebrate a hard days work.....
little girl.... one day soon will get to start school...won't have time to build houses anymore or to watch the clouds roll by.....
what happened...now that little girl teaches other little girls...but makes sure they take teh time to build houses and watch teh clouds.... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/5/2004 8:13:02 PM | Sukari...you're doing a great job at keeping this old barn intact. Loverly...your ability to grab those details and hammer them down is uncanny. I toy with vague feelings and funny anecdotes, but you...ah, memories sharp enough to leave a mark.
Thanks, eh.
If this keeps up, my inspiration will be back in short order.
Okay, now I'm really going to bed. G'night. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/6/2004 8:25:28 PM | A self-serving bump to the top for you, my pretty little barn. My precioussssss...
And poetry is coming...heck ya...it's a-coming. Hang on to yer biscuit tins.
G'night for now. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/6/2004 8:43:11 PM | Hah! I lied!
I drank some cough syrup and came up with this:
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Brown…James Brown
Jimmy Brown is coming to town
And he’ll leave in flurry of unintelligible words
Covered by cape and a bit of fur
The hardest working man is show business
Will belt out a thankyewsaskoogewin…UH heheh…AIEE!!
HUH!
And take off to other venues like Moose Jaw
Swift Current or Craik
To perform for beer and open for Vanilla Ice
Or M C Hammer
Jimmy Brown don’t like Hammer pants
Though they are roomy enough to
Accommodate a good Christmas dinner
And six beers
Jimmy Brown may be in town
So the rumour goes
He may be at SaskPlace right now
Sweating like Elvis on a treadmill
With half a peanut butter n’ nanner sandwich
In his hand
I wonder how many encores does he have
And does he know he’s in Saskatchewan?
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Mr. Brown...Oh, Mr. Brown. If I liked your music and your angry ways, I'd be more impressed with your presence. But I'm a pasty, CBC-listening old goat. Alas, I'm not in his target dempgraphic. O fie!
Okay, now I'm going to bed. Kiss kiss. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 12/6/2004 8:50:20 PM | Spirited_Wolf , LOL ! "Hugz to the Goat and not the Smell". Spoken to GS with wisdom LOL ! Hi-YEAH !!!
GS-- Cook them thar beans like my Grandma and mom ! Giddy-UP !!! Ye-HAH !!! Spirited_Wolf has a SCENT for the trail !   I have been searching for a free web page wav. host for my tribal BEATNIK side and I want want want FULL BLOWN wav. ! I did it up with ambient music, spoken word, pc accessory recorder, and SAVED as wav. If you find anything DO TELL, sir !
Allen Ginsberg "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness starving hysterical naked dragging themselves ..." | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/7/2004 2:06:40 PM | and just where does one get some of that cough syrup?
I think the smile that must have gone along with that would be similar to the one of a possum eating syrup out of a hair oil bottle....
dog barking..yelps...excitment...door opening....home at last...throw down the bags...
pets, hugs , licks...oh yeh you should talk to the people too....
home sweet home... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/7/2004 7:35:05 PM | Hi Medic and Sukari.
Medic...haven't really looked for a WAV host. Sorry. Been living with my head up my a*** these days. A Google search for "free WAV file hosting" should produce some results...I hope.
Sukari...Robotussin. Got it at Shopper's Drug Mart. It makes me see the music and hear the paint on the walls talk to me. It whispers strange things sometimes...
Well, Jimmy Brown isn't coming to town until the 9th. No, I won't be going to see him.
As for me, I had a death in the family. My keyboard died last night just after Jimmy Brown was completed. I managed to resurrect it tonight with some effort (I paid $40.00 for this thing and I'm going to get my money's worth out of it, dammit) and it works great now. But the incident did inspire me to create this:
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Requiem for a Broken Keyboard
I sp3nt so much tbi’m with yur keyx
Gratefu;;y stroking yur smoitj s6rfac3x
Adm*ri g yur QW#RTY wayx
F9ve y3arx I sp3nt w1th yu
N3v3r once3 b3;i3vg that yu wu;d slow;y di3
N3v3r once3 conid3rig yu wuld b3 gon3
Forty buckx fiv3 y3arx ago
Tim3 and mon3y w3;; sp3nt
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It ain't about the art, this rough poetry and me. It's about scratching a creative itch. When I have time, I break out the cheese grater and sandpaper to scratch those itches.
Okey-dokey. Hugs and handshakes to all. See you tomorrow. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/8/2004 5:57:05 PM | Very COOL, GS. I wasted beaucoup time searching and I never put a . at the end of wav Now I found some FREE resources:
( http://www. ) free-webhosts.com/free-image-hosting. ( php )
Thank you sir. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/8/2004 6:48:14 PM | You are so very creative...how can one even feel worthy to put words on the same page with your words....
.. you have brought to mind that old manual typewriter that sits in the back of the closet hidden under all those boxes of notes that I took in those classes in college... the typewriter my great aunt gave to me that she carried with her on the college in a bus that traveled around the us one summer and met the president..... who was it truman maybe, we do have an old picture that shows her with him...maybe I will dig it out and figure out who was in the oval office then
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/10/2004 5:02:05 AM | walking in the dark....
the quiet early morning sounds of birds...preparing for the day...
cats walking stealthly by...spying on those birds...
green grass popping up between the slabs of cement that make up the sidewalk....
trees gently swaying in the wind..... hot so very hot...
christmas lights on the houses.... greenery intertwined with the lights...
trying to make you think it is the holiday season.... but it is hot... it can't be..
there is no snow..and bing said there should be snow....a white christmas....
stars brightly shining above..... 3 of them in an arc pointing toward one lone star....
no more just those 4......
acorns all over the walk....birds becoming more active....
the light should be coming soon.....
looking up at the stainglassed window....the slant of the roof..the tallest palm pointing up towards those stars.... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/10/2004 6:49:06 PM | sitting on a bed... feet in the air...talking...laughing... smiling...
sharing.... what better way to spend a friday afternoon that talking with the one you love...
the child you brought up who is now a woman herself...or so she thinks....
that smile...the dimples... that as a baby were there...so cute when she was three and now looking back at me through the eyes of an adult..... what better time could one ask for | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/10/2004 8:34:55 PM | Sukari...lovely. You made a connection. Patience and persistence helps one reap great rewards. Good on ya, pardner. And I love those words of yours.
And hello all.
Say..who feels pithy tonight? I feel kinda pithy. I could go to the bathroom and take a pith and let the feeling path -- er, pass -- but then I'd be denying myself the one little bit of inspiration I have today. Ready? No? Heh..I don't care:
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Paradise Flossed
It’s hard to fart
While wearing a thong
Try it and you’ll see
It’s like whistling with
A mouthful of crackers
It’s so wrong
And can’t be done efficiently
But, nothing is lost
When you turn that butt-floss
Around
And shuffle the twig and berries
And let the strong sturdy string
Come between Hose A
And Hose B
The comfort is still there
When you take special care
And not sit too quickly
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Am I obsessed with my own bodily functions? No, they're more of a hobby than a true obsession. I have considered painting with my own feces but the prospect of straining it to a paintable liquid is putting me off.
Oh, sorry. Too much information. I'll never find a woman if I keep this level of honesty going. That and maybe I should actually wear something when I write these poems.
Are ya'll creeped out yet? Merry Christmas. There will be more.
Medic...glad to know you found your host. When can we expect to see a link to that poem of yours?
I'm out. G'night all. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/11/2004 9:01:31 AM | Cheers to you too Ticket. Good to see ya here.
You may be pleased to know I ditched the thong in favour of boxers. Nice forgiving, roomy boxers. Brown in the back and yellow in the front. I never wear them backwards because of the unique colour coding.
Er...that was "too much information" again, wasn't it? Sorry ya'll...
Well, here's this day's spontaneous poetic attempt:
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Never Rest a Hot Cup of Tea on Your Crotch
Mandarin oranges for breakfast
A cup of tee on my knee
A mouse in one hand
A keyboard up to speed
It ain’t early, if that’s what yer askin’
I sloped out of bed just before eleven
Who knew a desk job could be so demanding
When you work from seven to seven
Shortbread for an appetizer
The same cup of tea on my knee
It’s getting colder now
And I can hold it more easily
Grey clouds a-gatherin
Snow looks imminent
I tried to bike yesterday
And require some liniment
It isn’t too much to type out a few words
But I prefer to employ a little more brevity
Instead of long, verbose odes
That are bereft of levity
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There we go...I'm arf to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of odd...because, because, because...
....
Shit, I forget now...
Ah, well. See you tomorrow. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/11/2004 3:14:56 PM | a cup of tea on my knee...
nice hot with a little bit of fat free condensed milk (you know the kind they used to call skim milk:-)
you have to drink if sparingly so it doesn't burn your tounge...and if you have your tounge pierced
you had better really watch out about that temp control...(but I don't so I can drink it hot...)
what to go with my tea....
ah that trusty old favorite.... quaker instant oatmeal brown sugar and maple flavoured...
but you know what really gives it that zing. the extra kick for the morning..make it with hot tea....wonderful concept...oatmeal and caffeine..:-) | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/12/2004 11:01:18 AM | Sukari...hello there, pardner. Good to see you on a Sunday. Tea and oatmeal? Combine that with mandarin oranges and you have a powerful force. I'm sure the known universe is powered by a combination of those elements. At times I'm powered by those elements.
Let's see what I have in the Tickle Trunk today....ah, here's one:
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I Have an Urge
I have an urge to be gross today
I’m not sure what that’s all about
But I want to install shock and awe
In poetic form
Conversely, I’m also lazy
Jabba the Hut in my chair
Content to watch the day walk by
And lightly comment on its slouch
I have an urge to be profound today
And uncover a deep truth or two
Perhaps uncover the Secret of the Universe
At the bottom of this coffee cup
Some Buddhist truth worn well, but still new
Conversely, I feel shallow
Equally content to touch only the surface
And briefly wonder what lies below
I have an urge to believe in something
Fall headfirst into a pool of faith
Swim with others in a glowed fervor
Perhaps make an old adge real
And make it stick to my heart
Conversely, I’m packed with disbelief
Wanting to retain my senses
Analyse the faith, cauterise the bleeding aches
Question the path and the routing
Firm in my own religion of
Anything worth believing is worth doubting
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Fresh and unfertilized, just like eggs still warm from the chicken. A little more coffee and I'm good to hit the malls for a few rounds of Christmas shopping. Wish me luck.
Later, eh. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 12/13/2004 2:50:14 PM | I feel the urge today.... to remember
remember all those things taught to me in my youth
to reach out and grab hold of them cling tightly..
find security and safety in them
I feel the urge today to remind myself
that the easy way is not always the best
that you have to take reponsibility..
that blind belief is not reponsible belief
I feel the urge today to take advantage of my age...
to rely on experience.... to take a look at that blend of what I was taught
what I believed...what I have seen .... and come to conglomeration of it all...
to seek what is left when it has all come together spun a few times in the wash....and come back out
I feel the urge today to hug my child.... to appreciate the sunrise...to help a person in need...
to smile at one not smiling...to share a smile...bring joy to one who needs it....
I feel the urge today appreciate what I have....to realize that i am rich... that it is not money or things that make you rich....
I feel the urge today................... | |
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| Dumb American
Posted: 12/13/2004 3:23:21 PM | I feel kind of chunky,
Like stink on a monkey...
I have a fat tush,
I voted for Bush
I eat lots of lard..
Im a freakin retard.
I do what they say
cause Im stoopid and gay
My empire will fall because
ya cant have it all.
www.apfn.org/ apfn/enron_bush.htm
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| Scratchin' the Biscuits since 1968...
Posted: 12/13/2004 4:21:48 PM | Hey-o.
Sukari...hello there and thanks for those words. I guess we had urges. I had other urges then that I didn't write about because they would fall into the category of "too much information". As usual, you delivered with grace and intellect. Thanks for shuffling around int eh barn with me.
And attachedm...good to see ya. Interesting...voted for Bush? Can't say I have, since I'm Canadian and all and a Saskabushian to boot. Can't argue with lard consumption. Ain't nothing wrong with that. Good to see ya, pardner, and thanks for coming by to the ol' barn. Hope you didn't get any goat-sh*t on ya. That stuff's like snot on a screen door -- can't get it out...
And me? Sure, I have something here:
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Sleeping Cat, Hidden Pages
There was this tired bookstore
Way up in the north
The floor was humped
Into odd shapes
Remembering the frost heaves
Of springs past
The cat minded the window
And little else
His gunmetal grey, white pawed form
Travelled with the 3-hour sunbeam
That struggled to climb over the
Piled high mountains
Nothing was in order there
I saw Mein Kampf in the travel section
Perhaps for someone planning
A good kampfing trip
I spent many hours there
Navigating the uneven floor
Through the teetering bookcases
That seemed to defy gravity
And never fell
And never disturbed the cat
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That's it for me today. Hugs and handshakes to all. | |
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