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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/9/2005 7:05:58 AM | Goat:
I have never posted in your barn before, I'm not sure if it was the flies or my allergies to hay? But I often read your "stuff"....it's awsome, humerus, inspirational, and warms me...if anything teaches me not to sweat the small stuff!
Just wanted to say hello.
Great stuff....... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/9/2005 5:52:42 PM | Well, hello there all you fine people. I had some visitors here today? Cool.
Sukari...hello there. The ocean is a long way from Saskabush, so I have to rely on memory for the sound. I think what goes on in my head is static...the same kind of static that is between radio stations. That's AM radio, not FM. If the beehive gets too buzzy, just stop shaking it for a while.
Charmingandsweet...good to see you back here again. Kinda missed you around the place. Sorry I didn't clean up but the goatsh*t seems to keep the hay stuck to the floor instead of blowing around. I love the little ditty you left me. Made me blush a wee bit. Thank you and don't be a stranger, eh.
Angel...hello to you too. If I sweat the small stuff all the time, I'd be sweating like Elvis at a pig roast in July. It wouldn't be pleasant. Small stuff makes up the minutes of the hours of the days of the lives. I'm glad you came here to see me and I'm sorry about the smell...the butler quit and Mr. Clean has walked out on me some time ago.
Well...a poem? Dang it...I dunno. Jussa sec...
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What's for Dinner? Oh, The Other, Other White Meat.
Great balls of pork
Arrived in a bag tonight
From a man who spoke no English
And gave me such a fright
He carried the bill like the Sacrament
And thrust it out at me
He demanded prompt payment
And wouldn't take Canadian Tire money
I dug deep in my pockets
And produced a collection of cash
That seemed to satisfy him
And he handed over the stash
You see, I ordered Chinese tonight
Because I am culinarily lazy
Also the pork balls are good
But the Chow Mein drives me crazy
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It's the small things in life. A nice tall glass of Barq's and a whole lotta Chinese food. Makes me love the world.
Thanks to all who stopped by and read this stuff. Thanks to Sukari, Charmingandsweet and Angel for braving the stench and making contact. I appreciate you guys.
Well, see you tomorrow-ish. G'night. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/9/2005 6:32:38 PM | Barq's they have it there...?? as a child I used to sit outside Mr. Lonsey and Ms. Olenes store and drink a barqs rootbeer on the bench.... it was one of those little country stores...where it had a wooden floor and shelves all the way up to the ceiling ...to a child it seemed so very tall...there were 2 gas pumps outside and a bench under the covered porch...all the old men in Flint used to sit on the bench and talk all day...drinking Mountain Dew or Royal Crown Cola with a package of peanuts poured into eating moonpies.... when it got cold they would play dominos around the old ben franklin stove that was in the back of the store... Ms. Olene used to be behind the counter and would pull out the box full of those little tablets with peoples names on them...my parents had one with our name where you could charge things... they woudl keep track in teh little book...there was an old cash register... decorative and loud and so very big.... you could cookies out of a gigantic glass jar...the cookies with the little elf on them... and she always had some banana laughy taffy in the little squares and would often give me a piece of purple bublle gum just for going in the store.... later they tore down the store to build a new one... ya know that looked all new...but I always missed teh old store...it was so intimate...the new store never had the old men sitting outside... the new store didnt' let you charge things....
barq's | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/9/2005 11:02:13 PM | Yeah Goat...It stuck to me like glue...sheesh what have you been eating lately? LOL...surprise I came to visit and see what our precious goat had to say today and as usual the best of the best! Hey sukari you are really good too at what you write...
Oh how the goat laughed
And made me smile
When he called it "Ditty"
Cute it was and coming from Goat
Hmm..that is a change
Ditty ditty Goat!
Hugs ((((Goat)))) and you need your coat brushed! Here is some hay and I will be back another day! Cleans up Goat's spot and off I go!
~~~~Charming~~~~
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Posted: 1/10/2005 3:55:35 PM | Still charming AND sweet, isn't she? Good to see you here again, still braving the stench and forging ahead in the reading despite my terrible semi-poetic ramblings. Bless yer heart. And your newest ditty diddit again to me. Love having you here, pardner.
Sukari....yup we have Barq's even in Saskabush. It was even availbale in the Yukon when I lived there. It's everywhere. Good choice words there as well...lovely imagry and you still have a memory that I really envy. I can't remember what I had for breakfast, let alone what I did years ago. Always good to have you here, Sukari.
And what do I have in the Tickle Trunk (tm) today? Another frozen day and a run-in with the neighbour this morning prompted this:
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A Winter Morning’s Tale
A frosted morning
A neighbour’s dead car
The engine won’t turn
And he flags me from afar
“It won’t start”, he says
A pout beginning to form
I’ll bet he missed his Vancouver
Where all is damp and warm
So I wrestled out my booster cables
And set myself to resolve the matter
I brought my wrench set and flashlight
And a painfully distended bladder
I haven’t had time to use the washroom yet
And my poor body was telling me soon
I would have to use the facilities
Before I met my urinary doom
But I managed to get my faithful truck
Sidled up to his dead beast
I saw something that was disconcerting
It ticked me off, to say the least
His car was not plugged in, not at all
His engine was a solid frozen block
I wanted to kick his car
And strangle him with my socks
But I said to him with a little grin
That car isn’t going to start
Getting it started now would be a trick
Like getting a sparrow to fart
He looked at me blankly
And sudden realization slapped his face
“You mean I should have left that electrical cord
Right in its place?”
I nodded and smiled and walked carefully away
I packed up my cables, my gloves, my tools
Its hard to be a good winter Samaritan
For those block heater fools
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Well, that came off longer than I expected. I have to light a fire (in the fireplace instead of the living room floor this time) and get the circulation back in my toes. Brr..
G'night folks. Thanks to all who stopped by. Charmng, don't worry about brushing my coat...there are other parts that need to be powerwashed first.
Alrighty...tomorrow, then. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/10/2005 4:49:54 PM | personally I have never seen one of those contraptions that you speak of..something you plug in to warm your block...we do use antifreeze to keep the cars from overheating in the summer...maybe it is somewhat of the same principal....??
neighbors staring...neighbors talking....neighbors watching every day....
spying talking walking staring...... daily speaking...leering jeering.....
approach the steps....reaching out to touch while talking.... scary at times...
but still a neighbor... neighbor moving..in the dark of night... gone...puff...never to return
furniture out in the alley...couch and bookshelves.....foil off the windows....downstairs neighbors scrubbing the floors.... wonder what the new neighbor will be like | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/11/2005 5:13:29 PM | Hello all. Another cold evening in Saskatoony. I've heard meteorlogical promises of a nasty day tomorrow, but we'll see.
Enough weather.
Hi Sukari...the block heater? It's a wee electrical device that warms up the engine block of a car so it's easier to start in the morning. That's my idea of it, at least. I ditched my block heater long ago in favour of an oil heater/battery blanket combination. They're wired up to the same plug and the result is my truck always starts -- even during -60 C Yukon winters.
Is your neighbour finally moving? That creepy fella that's always trying to chat you up? About time, huh?
Okay...here's a casualty from The Great Poetry Accident of '05:
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A Quick Cautionary Tale
If you ever
By chance
By pure chance
(That is)
Dance with a large bag
Of
Quicklime
In the hardware store
Be sure to ensure
You aren’t sweating like
Fatty Arbuckle
On a treadmill
Before
Doing so
It can get
Rather
Uncomfortable
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Alrighty...awaaay I go. G'night peoples. See you tomorrow. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/11/2005 5:42:48 PM | Hope ya don't mind if I stumble into the barn - gotta get out of that brisk breeze that's beginning to blow by. Brrrrrrr. I'll even drop a haiku. Don't worry, I'll clean it up before I leave.
Hiya there cuckoo
Singing a tweety good tune
Always on the hour.
Now, where's the shovel? | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/11/2005 6:07:06 PM | lime... growing up I knew 2 purposes...one was putting lime in the outhouse....
the other was for making lines on the softball field.... going out to the softball field with my dad...
dragging it with an old box spring...the endfield...drag it first then putting ut the lime tomake the lines..finally putting the bases on the field.... never danced with any lime.... and dont' know if it is the same kinda lime..but maybe
to be honest.....I like my lime in my rum and coke...a cuba libra...but really isn't a free cuba...and really isn't the same kinda lime | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/11/2005 6:39:24 PM | Hello my sweet Goat, just popped in to see what you came up with today! I am recuperating from my surgery I had yesterday and only going to a few forums and yours is a must because you bring up my spirits and help me smile.
Sound ironic doesn't it? A sweet Goatsmell's? Oh well, you are under that goat and powerwashed, well I won't ask. My imagination can go any where with this one and besides when I think about it, do I really want to freshen up my goat nah, than that will leave him with a clean mind, not the one he carries in here.
In pain I sit
Want to scream,
Drugs help to ease that
Leaving me feel buzzy
In no way does this
Stop me from saying hi
To my sweet ditty ditty Goat!
I am off and will chat at you later, all the best Goat! Bye bye for now!
Sweetcharming
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/12/2005 8:05:11 PM | This is more of a self-serving bump than anything else. This thread almost dropped to page three...PAGE THREE. Scary.
Howdy Agent. Did the weather get sour there in Edmunchuk? No blizzard like they promised here, just a little wind. No shovel required. Good to see you and your haiku here.
Sukari...as always...elegant...delightful...I'm a loss for words. Thanks, eh.
Charming...good to know you're in good spirits. Well, at least you were last night. There ain't a powerwasher powerful enough to clean this mind...it's permanently stained.
Alrighty...a poem? Don't know if I have one tonight....let's see:
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My cold feet have a
Few uses besides being
Cold -- beer can be chilled
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Hey, I'm tired. See you tomorrow. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/13/2005 12:02:45 AM | Hey where is that "Ditty Goat".... s around and no Goat" aww....the goat is  Should I wake him up  hmmmm....better not he may kick me accidently... Quietly walks around and  s...hey is that the ole goat there? Sshhh...he is Goes over to see if he is still breathing  yes he is whew! Has a sip of  my favorite drink...walks away.... s...great song playing on my CD player... and oops...did I wake him? nah...cannot do it.... s,  s,
 wiggles and ing... s again.... s away! And gone  ! | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/13/2005 5:56:14 AM | Yeah - cold & breezy, too. Windchills below -40. Eh, we'll see if we can't find my toes later on once it warms up.
Frosty and frigid
Icicles hang from my lips
Shivering all day.
Hey! D'ya got a broom? We'd better sweep that under some hay to warm it up. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/13/2005 2:35:07 PM | the hot muggy evening.....80 degrees suddenly left...was blown away by the wind at 2 am this morning....
I awoke to a house shaking...wind blowing...dogs barking at the wind....windows shaking... rain pelting the roof in a steady stream...knocking at the windows demanding to be let in...with such insistence you had to wake up and take notice... the winds growing stronger and stronger...tumblena , my ever faithful min pin sitting up and barking to try to keep the wind at bay..... then as suddenly as it had arrived the wind left, only to be followed by the cold northern air....(y'all musta sent it down here... :-)..... dawn broke...the sun rising above the fog to create a beautiful spring day in the midst of winter.... the temperature a good 30 degrees cooler than yesterday....(still was in the 50's most of the day... that farenheit here ya know). wonder what weather will follow next.... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/13/2005 4:02:36 PM | Sukari...hello there. A windy day in Texas? That's the good thing here when it gets cold...not much wind. But it doesn't take much wind to make it feel cooooolllld. Brrr... Make sure to keep rocks in your pockets and walk slowly with determination. Good to see you here, pardner. Brave the wind and the smell o' the barn, pardner.
Agent...I feel your pain. Used to live in Edmonton years ago. It's a lot like Saskabush, only more crowded, more busy and the weather sucks just as hard there as it does here. But it's cheaper to live here by far. Thanks for the haiku, too.
Charming...I was at work a little early today. That mountain of paper is now a mere speedbump. God bless the industrial papershredder. Saved my a***. Dittygoat took care of dittybusiness today...good thing no one was around to see it. Heh heh.
Alrighty....I had time to write a poem at work today:
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One Hour Early
Here I sit, without a sound
As silence bounds
And rebounds around me
In my somewhat cold and stiff office chair
It is earlier than my a appointed time
So I have time to compose a rhyme
As I try to pick the toque fuzz
Out of my hair
I got here an hour early
Fought the weather, as it was burly
With my own body, but it was girly
And I arrived here with no one around to care
Shocking as it may seem
To my eye, this brought a gleam
Think of the work that I could perform
Or wrongs I could reform, rights I could deform
Oh, all of this I could dare
But I will forget all that crap
Settle down and take a nap
And sleep a sleep I thought I was forsworn
Sleep the sleep of the hibernating bear
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I dunno if "forsworn" is the right word to use, but I liked the sound of it and didn't bother to look it up. Yes, I am functionally illiterate. How did you know?
Okey-dokey-smokey...I must find some wood to burn in the fireplace. It's still buggerly cold here. See you later, eh. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/14/2005 2:08:44 AM | Freezing tonight
My house cold
You can see my breath
My feet are cold
Icy sheets outside
Need to turn up the heat
Missing that ole woodstove
I will just cuddle up
My favorite blanket
And fluffy pillow!
Way to go dittygoat for taking care of that dittybusiness! Ditty up! Ditty up! Here I go! Off to the witty dittyditty world of gold! See ya around my dittygoat! Back to the working world I go tomorrow night! I will pop in here and there! To check on that dittygoat on POF! Four days on...Four days off! Sleep all day, work all night in that witty ditty world of mine!  | |
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Posted: 1/15/2005 5:09:59 PM | Hellooooo....Allo? Hm. A little quiet around here tonight.
Hey Charming...good to see you here again. Dittygoat spent the the last day freezing his dittybiscuits off in this nasty weather. Brrr...but I'm back in my cozy abode, with the fireplace roaring and a good, strong cuppa at my hand. I hope the working world treated you reasonably well, Charming. And I love having you and your ditties here. No kidding.
Allrighty, what do I have in the old sock drawer today? Hmm.....hey, look! It's a half-arsed poem! Imagine that!
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Ah, Crap!!
The toilet paper roll is empty
Save for that of two squares
Before I noticed that soon empty roll
I was devoid of most of my cares
I had a book and read a few pages
I sat and read like a studious monk
I stretched out my legs and relaxed
In the ever-increasing funk
But the time came when the deed was done
And I put book and thoughts aside
I reached over to grab the needed paper
Only two squares, I saw and darn near cried
But resources are a-plenty in the john
Only this I knew for certain
I reached over the nearby bathtub
And employed the shower curtain
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Ain't nothing like some good old-fashioned toilet humour on a frozen night. Picks me right up, just like a fine round of scrotal scratching. Yar.
See you later. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/16/2005 10:33:17 AM | Howdy howdy. Everyone doing okay? Yeah? Good. I am too, since I haven't worn pants or socks or shoes in a day and a half. I've sh*t myself in my warm hovel and left the work and the winter outside.
After a cup of coffee (or two) something tumbled out:
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A Quality of January
I think I dwell upon the weather
And the quality of light
Almost continuously these days
Because work leaves me flat
Paper makes me weary
Seeing the ever-changing
Pattern of frost on the window
Leaves me breathless
The way anything warm out there
Leaves a fogged trace of itself
Hanging on frozen-still air
Causes my mind a pause
The light is sharp, angular
Racing down from that impossibly blue sky
A car struggles to start
A scrape of ice, a muffled curse
A promise that, oh yes, it could be worse
But it isn't
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Stay tuned. There may be more later today. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/16/2005 10:37:12 AM | Lovin' it, my Goat-feathered friend.
Never thought that -20 could feel so balmy.
I'm almost ready to venture out in shorts and a t-shirt!
White sandy beaches of snow, teasing me like the next door flirt.
That is, until she looked out and saw me. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/16/2005 11:01:31 AM | Heh heh. It's still -30 here, so I won't be getting the frisbee out just yet. The golf clubs, however, will work well. I wonder if I still have those orange balls?
Hm...orange balls...that almost sounds like a euphamism -- if you know what I mean. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/16/2005 8:22:50 PM | Hello my Dittygoat! Alas I came to see how you were and found another poem! Great writings in the making as always! It is warm here, the weather much warmer and our snow beginning to melt away but still really dangerous walking those icy side walks now filled with ice and slushy in some areas! Alas...it snowed until 5 am and now it is gone leaving our grounds white and slippery.
There was a girl from Nanaimo
Who once was a rebel
What has happened?
Oh how she charms the people
With her fine compassion!
We thank the Great Spirit
For bringing her home
We knew she was out there somewhere
And prayed she will come home
And that she did!
She has brought great joy our way
And glad to have our own niece
Back where she belongs!
This world would be empty
Without her charm and loving!
The last two parts were words I heard from my aunts on Christmas day when I called from a far to wish them a good day! They spoke and I interpreted as this! I found my family in 1995 and still looking! I wanted to add it to the barn because here I know it will always be warm with the ole Dittygoat watching over it! Talk at you later Dittygoat! YEE-HAW! Back on my horse (as stated in my profile) and off again!
Charming | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/17/2005 5:35:39 PM | Hello peoples. Hello Charming. It's great to have you here in the barn again. And I love your latest words. Thank you for posting it here. Of course it will always be around the poetry forum as long as it exists. I'm stubborn enough to continue with a poem a day until I get hit by a bus.
Now maybe someone somewhere reading this may have wished just that....creepy feeling.
Anyhoo...here's my latest kick at the can:
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Conversations with a Buddhist
How much can be delivered through a phone line
With the speech compressed and tinny
And the non-verbals virtually erased
How much was delivered through a 56 KB line
Enough to get the messages through
From mind to mouth to ear to mind
From heart to heart
When one realizes how limited our time is
Here, on this planet
Suddenly
It becomes easier to let go
Of what we wound ourselves with
And what we wound others with
Often without knowing, or at least
Without trying
It's interesting to watch the mind
Digest this bit of information
Faced with mortality, sure of its non-existence
That it passes it from the logical mind
To the emotional and irrational
And, after that, you have no choice
But to take it to heart
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I had a talk with someone I have known for years a few nights ago. A little tug and all of that kind fell out, like looking for something in the closet. Bam -- it fell right on my head.
Allrighty-o. G'night all. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/18/2005 7:57:35 PM | Howdy. A quickie.
Tired tonight....must crash...must go...
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The Things You See Somedays
Frostbitten nipples, snow between the toes
Who let that kid outside without any clothes
Ah, I see the mother racing after the child
Running half naked and free and wild
Without hat, boots, shirt or care
Ready to ditch the thermal underwear
Look at him now, leaping into the snow
And his mother tackling him with one go
Wrestling him into jacket, hat and gloves
She sits on him with efficient love
To keep his underdeveloped and non hairy parts
From making contact with the cold in the park
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Okay, g'night. | |
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