| Scratchin' the Biscuits since 1968...
Posted: 12/13/2004 8:12:30 PM | | I want to go to that bookstore...to look around and find those books I have been unable to find anywhere else...bet I could even afford them there.... | |
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| Scratchin' the Biscuits since 1968...
Posted: 12/14/2004 6:20:24 PM | That bookstore is in Whitehorse....waaaayyy up north. Rumour has it they've moved to better digs now. No more humped floor and that mildew smell...and it may even be properly heated by now.
Well, here's a lump of poetry. I have to go finish cleaning my fridge. Wish me luck.
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Shoulda Cleaned the Fridge Sooner
Guess what I found under the potatoes
In the bottom drawer of the fridge?
A bag of liquid lettuce
Turning into crude
The miracle of
Anaerobic decomposition
Took place without my knowledge
Under 10 pounds of spuds
And left a puddle
A black slick
In which the tomatoes
Huddled softly in their blue fur coats
And succumbed to
A slow, slimy death
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Okey-dokey....g'night folks. | |
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| Scratchin' the Biscuits since 1968...
Posted: 12/14/2004 6:42:31 PM | ice box..fridge...great expanse that hides the things that cannot be found....
all those jars of jelly with just a few tables spoons left.how many of them are grape...must have thought it was all gone and just opened a new jar
.. that can of condensed milk (that is more green than white now)
the yogurt that has a date of april 13th...and that is not the coming year.....but hey I am sure it is still good it is just sour milk to begin with anyway......
cheese.... cheddar cheese, pepper jack....and green....do you think it would go well with green eggs and ham? | |
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| Scratchin' the Biscuits since 1968...
Posted: 12/16/2004 8:43:55 AM | baking...sugar....cinnamon....ginger...cardamon...eggs ....flour....
make sure they don't stick to the pan.... set the buzzer...(buzzard as my child still calls it....at 18 years old)..... 10 minutes...but really if you take them out at just a tad under
they are still soft and chewy and yet cooked...nothing like fresh hot baked cookies....
and then the next morning...with a cup a coffee the perfect breakfast.....
(don 't ask a nutritionist about it...they are not always right.... but it does have eggs...and flour..and you would have flour in toast...and the sugar would the same as Jam or jelly so see it is the perfect food... :-) | |
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| Scratchin' the Biscuits since 1968...
Posted: 12/17/2004 9:07:28 PM | Hello all.
Miss me? Well, yeah, I missed you too.
How about a haiku for old time's sake?
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Time keeps dripping like
A badly maintained faucet
I see the droplets
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Deep. Ooooh....deeeeeper....erf...yeah...uh huh...yeah...
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Oh, sorry. I was thinking about baseball. Yeah, baseball.
Poetry resumes tomorrow. I've decided to heck with this Christmas shopping thing. I'm having egg-nog (or maybe just the nog by itself for now) and saying "BUGGER IT!!" for this holiday season until the 25th.
Allrighty. Wet kisses and moist handshakes for all. Line up and get 'em while they're damp. G'night. | |
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| Scratchin' the Biscuits since 1968...
Posted: 12/18/2004 5:10:41 PM | Evening all. Let's get right to it, shall we?
Yar:
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Put Me on Hold, Will Ya?
I called faithful Domino’s
But they put me on hold
I didn’t have a choice
And did as I was told
I waited on the old phone line
Patiently as could be
But, alas, they never checked in
And asked if I was hungry
So, in a fit of desperation
I scrounged up some food
To my surprise I had ribs
And they sure looked good
I prepared them one-handed
Using masterful culinary skills
After all, I was on hold
With some time to kill
Everything was on the grill
And cooking very well
With a click Domino’s returned
And I told them to go to hell
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And, yes, them ribs were good. Ain't nothing like firing up the BBQ when it's a -16 C night.
Now I'm gonna scrounge up some dessert. Later, eh. | |
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| Scratchin' the Biscuits since 1968...
Posted: 12/18/2004 7:08:32 PM | listen ...talking....swirling...twirling...thoughts...
ideas...spoken ...felt....love...guilt...wonder...
enlightenment...where does it come in...
satori...if only you could give it to another...
sought...fought....offered...given...rejected...
will...stubborn.....never give up.....
tears.....
baking...stirring....tasting....mixing baking...
words....pain.....realization | |
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| Scratchin' the Biscuits since 1968...
Posted: 12/18/2004 7:20:25 PM | Sukari...hello there. Choice words, each of them holding so much on their own and even more when linked they way you linked them.
The BBQ is outside on the deck, of course. If I had my choice I'd move it to the washroom with the computer and the TV and save an unbelievable amount of time. | |
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Posted: 12/18/2004 7:25:16 PM | Would your time be better saved
If the kitchen housed the pot
Along with fridge and microwave
To be handy for when you squat.
TV, computer, close at hand
And all of lifes amenities
With more space to be the man
That you know that you can be.
Bah, that really stunk
I need a tomato soup bath
Get rid of the smell of skunk | |
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| Scratchin' the Biscuits since 1968...
Posted: 12/18/2004 7:38:51 PM | Ain't nothin' wrong with the smell of skunk
When you get used to that charming funk
But I agree with the moving of the can
To a more culinary land
To a spot right in the kitchen
Where I can eat, crap and start b*tchin'
Heh heh....now *that* was crap. Nice to see you here in the barn, PK. Your poetry, in any flavour and smell, is always welcome. | |
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| Scratchin' the Biscuits since 1968...
Posted: 12/18/2004 7:53:30 PM | | Hey, I had to cannibalize one of my own works to create that one for you Goat. . . .glad you picked up on the skunk part of it!~ | |
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| Scratchin' the Biscuits since 1968...
Posted: 12/19/2004 7:12:47 AM | Morning. Hey PK...you canibalize well. Me, I just Frankenstein things together most times. Kinda like this latest one. Guess what's on my mind today?
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The Last Week Before Christmas
This is it
This is the crunch-time
I dread going to the mall
Fighting the crowd of people
With those tense, pinched faces
Men, fresh from withering naggings
From their too-organized wives
Women with angry red splotches
High on their cheekbones
Children in reluctant tow
Wanting everything in sight
What would a six year old want
With a drill bit set anyway?
This is it
This is the custom in this country
Subjecting oneself to stresses
Beyond endurance
Beyond finances
For that one day
To appear thoughtful and giving
And I’m no exception
So I guess I’ll go into that brave, old world
Headlong into the mall
Search and pick and pay
So I don’t look like a Scrooge
On this Christmas Day
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Get the jaws of life 'cuz I's-a gotta open the wallet this week. Pray for Goaty.
Later, eh. | |
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| Scratchin' the Biscuits since 1968...
Posted: 12/20/2004 3:58:21 PM | Hey-o. Good to see ya'll here....Zee, PK and The Mighty Ticket. Nope, there's no shortage...unless you mean time itself. I have to duck out for more (whee!) Christmas (gag...choke) shopping tonight. Can't wait until the end of Friday...
So, duly inspired, I bring forth a short little ditty:
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My a*** is heavy
An anchor in my pants
Stuck to the chair, unwilling to bear
This nightly retail dance
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Ah, well. I guess retail's better than no tail. Hah! Geddit? Anh? Geddit?
Okay...I'd better go. Later, eh. | |
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Posted: 12/22/2004 6:53:09 PM | Oh..there might be snow in Galveston this Christmas time. The greatest gift they'll get this year is slush.
Er...hi. We have some lovely Christmas weather right now right here in Saskabush. -20 C-ish temperatures and ... well, hardly any snow. Bleah.
Hi Sukari! I have completed the ritualistic task of the season. And here's a half-arsed haiku to celebrate:
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Shopping is done, praise
The fates that allowed me to
Finish with aplomb
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I'm still numb from all the excitement. It could be gas, too. But I'll let you know.
G'night folks. | |
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| Scratchin' the Biscuits since 1968...
Posted: 12/23/2004 4:50:53 PM | Hey-O. Since I won't be here for the next few days, here's my Christmas poem:
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Season’s Greasings
Did it, done it, check it off the list
Wrap it, label it, jam it under the tree
Make sure the receipts are in a safe place
For the Inevitable Return
Or the Likely Exchange
Up at some ungodly time
And make a mountain of ripped paper
And make a handful of people a little bit happy
At some random act of thoughtfulness
Grab some Z’s while you can
Because the day is going to be long
Before you know it, it’ll be
Time to bear down on that turkey
Forgiving pants and a loose sweater
Make the passage easier
Terrible movies on TV
Marathon card games
Or brief bouts of the year’s latest board games
Until we realize they suck
Eventually the rush dies down
And all is calm
And I get a chance to read the books I have received
That will never suffer an Inevitable Return
Nor a Likely Exchange
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Merry Christmas to all you POF people. Even the lurkers. Many wishes for the best possible day for you and your families. May we all get through the leftover turkey with grace and determination. | |
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| Scratchin' the Biscuits since 1968...
Posted: 12/23/2004 4:53:08 PM | The sun is out..the wind is blowing...trees moving..waves are choppy..but it doesn't stop the die hard surfers so excited that there are actually waves out there... donning wetsuits..braving the wind to fight their way down to the water..paddling against wind and waves to get out to that great blue where they await the wave..the one they can ride, prove their expertise....
people shopping, long lines in the grocery store...wrapping pipes...covering up the beautiful blooming hibiscus flowers...
spending so much getting ready for christmas..buying, wrapping, spending, charging,
whose giving to who...whose giving what...why....
forgetting to sit back and just enjoy being with the ones you care about...
why not throw some microwave popcorn in to cook instead of all those hours baking leaving the guest that have traveled so far to be with you alone in the other room....
This cup in my hand is orange... fiesta ware...belongs to my friend Dona...holds hot chocolate with those little fake marshmellows... | |
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| Scratchin' the Biscuits since 1968...
Posted: 12/28/2004 7:28:04 AM | Hey all. Miss me?
You don't have to answer that.
Let's get right into it before I lose my waning focus. Some days I have the attention span of a gerbil....
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...Unh? Oh, I saw something shiny out the window there for a second..where was I? Ah, poem...rightrightright...
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‘Tis the week after Christmas
‘Tis the week after Christmas and I have a day or two off
My friends still at work, I heartily scoff
My a*** has contacted the chair with glee
And I seek entertainment that has to be free
For I have overindulged in good Christmas cheer
Ate a lot of food and drank a lot of beer
I slept and ate and staggered so much I forgot the days
I plowed through them in an effortless way
And, I see, tomorrow I will return to work
Not much time to rhyme and quip and lurk
This is just a gentle, pithy rhyme you see
To rescue my poor, battered barn from page three
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Hope everyone had a good hollerday last weekend. And if you're still on hollerdays, I hope it's still good.
Allrighty...later, eh. | |
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| A Cinquian
Posted: 12/28/2004 7:39:03 AM | with style,
the morning mist
steps aside to divide
a curtain of grey and present
the sun | |
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| A Cinquian
Posted: 12/28/2004 9:18:27 AM | i have not been by this wonderful place in far too long!!
Good to read ya goat ! | |
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