| missing the goat.....
Posted: 12/28/2004 5:43:55 PM | | of course we missed you....isn't quite the same in the barn without that wonderful.....goat smell...:-) | |
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| missing the goat.....
Posted: 12/29/2004 3:53:44 AM | Can't into New Years without stopping by the Farm to scope out the newest works of the Masters ...
Cheers Goat & Sukari :)
Hope you enjoy the Season and may this coming Year render the best of the very fine Poetry you'z' continually have to offer. | |
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| missing the goat.....
Posted: 12/29/2004 5:01:17 PM | Ah, you guys make me blush. Hello Sukari and Ticket and I see even Holly was here (Hi Holly -- missed yer) and a certain Hackpoet has stopped by with a cinquain...cool, thanks for that. I should do more cinquains here, I kinda like the style of them.
Anyhoo, I hope Ticket isn't too disappointed with the going's on here. I certainly don't create art here. I leave that to Sukari. She's the Cher to my Sonny, the Bullwinkle to my Rocky...you see what I mean.
See here's some more from me...get out the mop and bucket:
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(Insert Giant Sucking Sound Here)
Good gracious, oh me oh my
All that good food went straight to my thighs
At my desk, my a** will grow broad
As I do not exercise and roam around in Nod
The weather does suck for my usual bike ride
And the journey to work is a very long stride
Now I hear the weather will soon turn inclement
And we’ll miss the clear and cold when it’s went
But, alas, this is the landscape and climate we see
When we live in a sub-arctic community
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Rumour has it we're in for some snow that will go on until the new year and likely beyond that. Winter wonderland? Well, it covers the dirt pretty nice.
Okey-dokey...see yer all tomorrow. | |
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| missing the goat.....
Posted: 12/29/2004 8:24:10 PM | once there was snow...
snow for a day...
now there is sun...
once we built snowmen...
now we build sand castles....
was it real?
was it some hallucination brought on by too many years in the sun...
was there really a white christmas...???
I did have snow icecream for breakfast and it didn't taste gritty...so I don't think it was sand | |
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| missing the goat.....
Posted: 12/30/2004 7:37:34 PM | Hello there peoples. A bit of a chilly night out there. I made the mistake of taking the garbage out to the bin in a Tshirt and rubber boots. Brrr..
So, I was duly inspired:
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Testicles retreat
Into my warm abdomen
Cold, cold night tonight
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Yeah I know -- a haiku. The last resort of a hack poet like me has when the creative well gets a leeeettle bit dry.
Hello Sukari. Did you say snow? In Texas? Those poor Texans with no snow shovels or snowshoes or skiis to get around in? Poor fellas.
Good to see you here. Good to see them words too. You got art, pardner.
Okey-dokey I have to crash now. G'night. | |
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| missing the goat.....
Posted: 12/30/2004 7:45:04 PM | Goat, you are the Shizzy buddy ! Always get a kick outta your lines 
Kim ¦¬] | |
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| missing the goat.....
Posted: 12/31/2004 8:19:23 PM | Thanks, Wrenchspinner. Always read your stuff and appreciate it. I read a lot and say very little these days for some reason.
Well, it looks like the New Year is coming up. I have my beer chilled and I have a party to git along to fairly soon. I put it off for long enough, considering it's after 10:00pm now.
Would you like to read a New Year's wish? No? Well, here it is anyway:
I never was one for New Year’s resolutions
I’m really not the resolute type
I simply ask for things
Intangibles, ideas, new ways of thinking
These things are like precious coins
Two sided and full of currency
Each side at impersonal odds with the other
You get the coin, you take the whole thing
Take, for instance, the year I wished for Variety
And got it and didn’t want it
A well-oiled trip through the medical system
Freshly radiated and thrown into a marriage
Or the year I wished for Security
And got that too and fell into routine
A suffocating, creaking comfort
At the cost of my own emotional self
Last year I asked for Direction
And got that, too
Pulled from my deep, well-ploughed furrow
And set onto another field I had never seen
I’d like to think I’ve become wiser
And choose the things I ask for more carefully
Considering the disadvantages, weighing the options
Never really certain that I will get what I ask for
But, with hindsight, I see I had what I asked for
Almost right after I asked for it
And was simply to stunned
To really have a look at it
I have not stopped asking the fates on each New Year
Perhaps I’m too dull-witted to stop
Or too stubborn to see another way
I will ask again, trying to be fully aware of the question
Excuse me while I bend a knee and ask…
Let this be the year of bliss for me
Complete with its dizzying elations
And plummeting realizations
Let me get in there, elbows deep
In life and feel the heat of the sun and the turn of the Earth
Let me feel each moment as it caresses my awareness
And let me taste the seconds as they tick by
Let this bliss extend to those whose lives that have touched mine
However briefly
Let them understand that nothing that passes between us
Is not insignificant
And I will rise, wish you all well
I’ll pound back that bottle of Irish ale
And for the first time in a year
I will deeply honour myself
Happy New Year, everyone. I thank you all for putting up with me in 2004. Let’s see how 2005 will be. | |
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| missing the goat.....
Posted: 12/31/2004 8:45:52 PM | Whups! I have to edit myself here...sorry ya'll...
Let this bliss extend to those whose lives that have touched mine
However briefly
Let them understand that nothing that passes between us
Is insignificant
That's how that should read...I think...
Yes, I've a few beers already. The posse is a-comin' to git me and spirit me away to a place where I can celebrate New Year's in a more sociable sense. I'm just getting myself ready for that experience.
Shit, they're here. Gotta git. HAPPY NEW YEAR!! | |
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| Happy New Year
Posted: 1/1/2005 12:41:10 PM | how can anyone write anything after that it was beautiful
I came to write and then read yours and it sorta put me to shame
so suffice is to say thank you...and am looking forward to a new year of your
poetry | |
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| Happy New Year
Posted: 1/1/2005 3:17:44 PM | Hi Sukari. It tumbled out after a few beers. Thank goodness I was dragged away from the keyboard before I could think of a new stanza. Thanks for the kind words, pardner. You're too kind.
So, how about if I kill that post New Year's afterglow? I think Jimi77 gave me the idea many weeks ago in the "What Winnie the Pooh character would you be?" thread. He suggested he'd be a cross between Pooh and Tigger. That's when my brain took over. If you listen carefully, you can hear my cerebral clutch slipping just a bit:
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Who Humped the Heffalump?
If Eeyore and Pooh had a child
I would weep for it
Considering its lineage
And the limited future it would have
Who would be the mother?
Pooh? That great uncarved block?
Or Eeyore? That great mass of complaint?
It seems almost fitting Eeyore would be female
Though it may not be popular to declare that
In mixed company
The thought of the child’s conception chills me
And Eeyore would most certainly
Be a screamer, or at least a moaner
Issuing forth an utterance
That would shake every stick of the Hundred Acre Wood
Pooh would be silent, accepting orgasm
With stoic masculinity
And accepting the pregnancy with masculine uncertainty
Eeyore would not handle pregnancy
With silence and will have odd cravings
Pooh would be absent until the end
Patient as he is, who could tolerate
A pregnant Eeyore?
I won’t get into the details of the 48 hours of labour
But Eeyore would need new stitches
The only other thing I would weep for more
Is Tigger’s offspring, no matter the mother
Bouncing runs in the family
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Ergh! Awful. A perfect way to ring in the new year! Ding ding!!
Later, eh... | |
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| Happy New Year
Posted: 1/1/2005 3:23:54 PM | Goat - that is awfully wonderful, or wonderfully awful, I'm not sure just which. My condolences to what is remaining of your medulla oblongata! 
You're one of a kind. Keep it up! | |
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| Happy New Year
Posted: 1/1/2005 5:39:44 PM | winnie the pooh and tigger too...don't think I ever much thought about eyore and pooh together in quite that sort of way.... but I have always wondered what life in a hundred acre wood might be like....:-)
popcorn with caramel....cottoncandy...smoked oysters...cheddar cheese....soda crackers...
coca cola classic over ice...... a never ending marathon of "the twilight zone"
a walk to the shop...a quick hug...here a long hug here...a smile ..a wish...
walking back fast to get that next twilight zone...can't miss rod.....
talking to people on the way....its so very foggy...muggy and hot...
was there really snow last week..???? where did the street people get that
case of beer? ...fireworks in the city...
christmas lights still on the house....watching more serling...oh no bogart and becall...
how does one choose...bogart or serling....ah...that is what a vcr is for....
popcorn with butter......the great divide...icecream half chocolate half vanilla....
almost midnight..... and it is steel magnolias.... good thing bogart is over...:-)
phone call from a friend...smiles laughter...tv...dogs barking..fireworks sparkling....
another year gone...and a new year here...another chance to make better choices..to do things "right"
now just a question of figuring out what is right...:-) | |
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| Happy New Year
Posted: 1/2/2005 9:50:18 AM | Yeah, where did those street people get that case of beer? I know I didn't get it for them..
Hi Sukari...love the great divide line, as I always seem to find myself on the horns of some dilemma..and occasionally find myself wrestling with a trilemma (never found a quadralemma or a quintilemma yet and never wish to). Choice words, pardner. Always excellent.
Agent...it was pretty awful weren't it? I feel all dirty when I think about Kango and Roo's Magically Mucousless Pouch. That could be another poem on another day, though. Good to see you here.
As for me on this glorious Sunday...where the heck did I put it? Ah, there it is:
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An Almost Sudden Realization
Words are stiff, arrogant things
Demanding pronunciation
A rounding of the vowels
A ticking of the consonants
A time to breathe, a time to speak
A time to pause, a time to stop
I’m trying to make the Taj Mahal
Out of short, dry twigs
And finally understanding
That it’s hard work
To fall into a turn of phrase
As easily as twisting an ankle in a gopher hole
To hold a metaphor tight enough
To smell the earth on its fur
To listen to a simile breathe
As quiet as an infant’s feeble snore in the silent night
Clumsy things, these words
As challenging as picking one’s nose
While wearing boxing gloves
Do you suppose that’s why I keep coming back to it?
Am I a sucker for the daily three-way confrontation
Between mind, heart and language?
Am I a word-junkie with no methadone
To ease me through withdrawals when I decide to stop?
And, yet, the keys clatter
The hands find a speed of their own
Seamlessly negotiating the trio of disagreement
Always finding order between slips of chaos
Discovering the wealth of silence between the shrieks
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This poem (or whatever it is) is brought to you by Nabob Coffee. Only the best beans make it through my colon. When you're stuck for words, choose Nabob. Make sure to grease the cerebellum (Sara Bellum?) with a little rum if you really get stuck. It's okay, no one's watching...
Alrighty...time to wander away to less wordy pursuits. Be good, ya'll. | |
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| Happy New Year
Posted: 1/3/2005 4:38:55 PM | the new year finds you particularly gifted my can eating friend......
words , writing, communication...where does it all come from...how does it happen...why does it happen
thoughts that turn into words...words that turn into thoughts....
feelings that turn to words to thoughts...feelings to thoughts to words....emotions to feelings to words to thoughts...thoughts to emotions to words...where does it all begin.... why.... or is it in the fingers...
you just think you are in control of the words...when in reality it is the fingers doing the talking...the fingers typing...writing out teh words that they want the world to read...they don't come from your miind your heart....your emotions your thoughts...but rather your fingers who write them... then you just think they were from your mind because you are amazed at how they sound...what they say...surely you wrote them you thought of them....but you didn't.... it was the fingers....
long ago it was the pencil that was in control... the pencil that controlled the words..... then when you switched to the computer it turned over control to the fingers...... | |
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| Happy New Year
Posted: 1/3/2005 5:38:21 PM | Hello Sukari. Incisive analysis there. I blame my fingers when the words go a little strange. My brain and self are just along for the ride some days. Busy little hands I have....busy...little...hands.
They have a mind of their own sometimes. Like what happened here:
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Nothing To See Here … Move Along
Ain’t got nothin’
But odd thoughts in my head tonight
Ain’t got nothin’
But brain farts holding up the write
Sometimes I wish that thinking
Was as easy as breathing
But there ain’t nothing
In my skull that’s seething
I may have to return to the paperwork shuffle
To sort out my thoughtless kerfuffle
There isn’t anything like a mountain of paper
That will send me into another poetic caper
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Stop these fingers! Th-They're touching meeee!!! AGGHH!
...
Actually, these fingers are pretty gentle. Kinda nice, really. Hmm..
Oh, er...g'night all. | |
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Joined: 12/28/2004
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/3/2005 7:15:41 PM | Honestly refreshing from the bowels to the pop tarts... keep the coffee coming... I know it works for me... truly unique keep up the great work... mind the border lines... they could become land mines  | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/3/2005 7:22:37 PM | Fresh From The Barn
Wheedling and cajoling
Banging out kindred thoughts
Always such pleasantries
Whether contrevening on dentists or sots
A friend from afar
Such a quick witted fellow
Bringing mirth to my day
Usually escaping with a bellow
That goateous gent
Imparting broad smiles most every day
Such light hearted fun
Presented in the most interesting ways
So a salute to the Goat
With hat firmly in hand
A salute to that goateous smell
Assureadly the best in many lands
Kim ¦¬] | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/4/2005 6:59:28 PM | Allo.
Hey Gypsy...good to see you here today. Still love "The Chair" -- I read it again just before coming here. I can still smell that intimidating and unforgiving "dentist smell" when I read it. Welcome to the barn, it's roomy and it smells kinda funny ... but all are welcome.
Wrenchspinner...heh heh. Your poems rhyme and I likes it. Wish I had that discipline again because all I have is ramble in my head these days. Great poem, too. I can't argue with the subject matter.
So...now me, huh? How about this bit of claptrap?
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The New Beatnik Ramble
Smell this, do you get it?
Smell again I dare you
Dash it all, have a good whiff…
I haven’t washed these since August
And the funk is more than cool
And the funk is a great thing
That will make children run to the trees
That will make the paint peel from the walls
And will make the sick well
And the dead rise and tell me to go bury that sh*t
Somewhere in the yard, but not here
We’re trying to sleep, ya moron.
Hell yeah, the funk is so phat it’s sick
The crust, however, is an ominous thing
Rife with controversy
And bacteria
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Ugh. That'll suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. Bleah.
Well, that's as good as it gets foe me tonight. G'night all and thanks for coming around to see this trainwreck of mine. Hugs and handshakes all around. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/5/2005 6:53:57 PM | Got a tune stuck in my head tonight, but no poetry:
No poem tonight in my coffee
No poem tonight in my tea
No poem to stand beside me
No poem to run with me
My apologies to Burton Cummings. Sleepy time for me. Work is sucking my will to live. Pray for goaty. G'night. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/5/2005 7:32:25 PM | the poem exist inside.... not in the coffee , not in tea, in a car or in a tree...just within me....
within you.... where the feelings and emotions, the knowledge and lack of it...meld to form those ideas, precursers to the words that make the poem....
dont' look in the coffe the tea or standing beside thee....
look inside....
if you don't find it...just leave it to the fingers...let your fingers do the talking... :-) | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/6/2005 8:53:22 PM | The fingers are tired again Sukari...but not too tired for a haiku...
I danced like Cosby
And bellowed like Ed Asner
All throughout the day
Sleepy time. G'night Sukari. G'night POF. G'night John-Boy. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/7/2005 7:46:33 PM | Hey-o. Back again. I had such an interesting day at work, I get a rash everytime I think of it. Some peoples make me want to beat them with their own fist. Of course, I was duly inspired to create this load of...well, you know:
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Aye…Dirt Stupid
I know someone so dumb
If that person was a gopher
And if that person was caught
In a leg-hold trap
That person would
Have chewed off three legs
And would be starting on the fourth
In its futile attempt to be free
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Yep. One of them days. G'night folks. This ruminant is tired. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/8/2005 11:25:59 AM | Oh.
Hi.
Nah, nothing exciting here. Just catching up on stuff -- you know. You? Really? I tried that once, but the chainsaw started sounding funny and the chain got really dull and rusty. Buried it in the yard somewheres.
Oh, a poem? All I have is this:
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The Skull is Alive With the Sound of Music
If I could hold my own ear
Against my skull
I swear
I could hear the ocean
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Okay...I'll see you later. Hmn? I wouldn't try that with a curling iron. It says right on the instructions not to place it in any orifice. Yes...yes, your a*** counts as an orifice.
Alright then...talk to you later. Call me if you need me to drive you to the hospital. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/8/2005 6:35:53 PM | If I step outside the my door I can hear the ocean without having to put my ear up to my skull...
If I put my ear upto my skull...I think it would sound like a beehive.... so much going on....so many thoughts all at the same time...working towards something, but just not quite sure what it is working towards....
buzzing...never any quiet....thoughts that never stop... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/8/2005 11:13:07 PM | What can I say Goat...it is good to see you in the works again! You are truly amazing, like how in the heck do you come up with things like this? Unbelievable! I thoroughly enjoy reading your stuff, it is off the wall as myself I would say.
Goat is a great guy
His poetry quite different
Leave people as myself in awe
His true identity coming out
For there is only one goat
Who is the greatest
And that is you!
Good to see you decided come out of the barn!
Charming
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