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Posted: 1/28/2005 4:03:54 PM | words written on a page...desires...wants needs... things we think we want and need
feelings we feel , would like to feel, places to be would like to be.... futures we think we seek...
words written to be read by another...... words said we would like to have had written to us....
thinking ,dreaming...
dreams....
they are good things...the things that take us...guide...us to where we think
we might someday want to be....
besides just the writing ,you have to take a chance..
.step out and make it
work...at least try...
go beyond the words to actions.... may not always work... but then neither do the words....
but, just in case, that one time it does...it is worth it...and many times over...
. so write...think...desires...and take those steps towards those goals you set...you seek...you dream about..if it doesn't work you can always start over again.... with new ones... with the knowledge gained from what didn't work...to make the next steps better....more sure footed..more secure...... | |
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Posted: 1/28/2005 9:10:27 PM | Evening all. Good to see all of you. And I have had visitors? Well, that;s cool!
Charming...yar, it was an interesting letter and it was well-received. It's amazing how a careful arrangement of a few letters can solidify new friendships and deepen respect. Words are powerful things when compassion powers them. You know, I haven't been to a movie since -uhm - Austin Powers 3. Yeah, I don't get out much in my old age. Have fun out there, dear, and make sure to cover your butt. Be good.
Longte...good to see you again. I read a lot as well but say little. I used to be such a chatterbox, but now I save it for in here. Another sign of age? I love the poem and it reminds me of my beats of burden -- my 1987 Toyota 4-Runner. Man, that little runabout is hard to kill. So far, nothing is smoking. Give it time. It's nickname is "Trudge" because that's what it does in low gear 4-wheel drive. If it had boobs, I'd have my hands on it all day long -- that's how much I love that tank.
Sorry..I get all teary-eyed when I think of it. Give me a minute...
Sukari...hello again. That was a brilliant commentary of how my mind was working before, during and after the letter was written. I wanted to put it off and pick a better time. I realized the time couldn't be better and it was finite and it slips so quickly from my grasp with the slightest pressure. Bless your heart for saying what I was thinking. Good to have you back in the barn.
Well, well, well....what do I have? Erhm...lessee...something reflective of the day? A demonstration of my lack of social skills? Something pithy? I might have that right here stuck to my shoe:
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A Visitor – or “The Nerd I Wish I Could Be”
A moray eel came to work today
Out of his element, one would say
He came to fix the computer display
And then he went on his way
Now, how could I compare him to an eel?
I could have done it simply by feel
But instead chose to be real
And not tackle the task with zeal
He was slimey and misshapen
Of that I am not mistaken
But it was his teeth which with I was taken
Those bicuspids he could not be fakin’
There were too many teeth for his mouth
And his smell was of cheese going south
One could say he was a little gross
And had all the personality of a field mouse
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Yup. Terrible. How will ya'll get the taste out of your mouth? Just lick a cat's butt for an hour (if the cat permits) and that should take care of it.
Okey-dokey....another nightly wandering. A busy day tomorrow helping a nice young lady move. Beer is promised, as is pizza. I am such a sucker for both. Thanks to you guys who stopped and posted to keep me from feeling lonely. I am part ham, part goat you see. I need the love. And a bath.
G'night! | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/29/2005 9:00:02 PM | Evenin' all. Long day of moving stuff around and this old goat is tired. But not too tired to find yet another poem tucked away in his armpit.
Ayuh...here it is:
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What’s For Dinner?
Is mutton a real meat, I dare to ask?
I mean, look at it for a bit:
It used to grow wool
Get scrapie, hump each other
Break fences, make noise
And are the densest livestock known to humankind
You wouldn’t ask someone over for lamb-burgers
Or lamb-kebobs
Or sheep-on-a-stick
Unless you have no friends
And want to make some acquaintances gag
I just realized Campbell’s Crotch –er-
Scotch Broth has wee chunks o’
Mutton bits in it
Funny
I always thought it was pork
Until I read the label
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There you go. And here I go. G'night. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/29/2005 9:03:33 PM | Once again - classic Goat musings. Keep it up. Even if I don't often post up in here, I've found a spot on the floor with fresh hay to set and read. Keep it coming! Your adoring fans will always await.
For the record, I am NOT a Goatsmell groupie. | |
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Posted: 1/30/2005 2:13:49 PM | What? You're not a GoatSmell groupie? I guess the smell keeps the followers from following, huh? How about if I take the rear and ya'll just lead me on? Let me know.
Hey Agent...good to see you here to keep the barn open. Now I should do the honourable thing and shovel some more -ahem- stuff into ye olde barne...
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An Early Spring?
What is this light that threatens the gloom?
Who ordered this in the last days of January?
Brown-soaked snow
Fallen icicles, straight as gunshots
Sticking in the slumping snowbank
(Hopefully no one got one on the melon)
And that sun, that delirious sun
Stands in the sky and orangely proclaims
That Winter’s time is soon at an end
That mind-eroding cold will fade
Bugs, birds and bees will return
And we will all stagger out into the clean light
On wobbly, unsteady, milk-white legs
Shield our eyes against its beauty
And marvel
Marvel at how much we missed that yellow star
But, in time
We will curse the heat and try to remember the icicles
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Man, it's beeeyooootiful here today in Toon Town. Just gawdguss dahhhhling! I'm gonna get out in that...yippee!!!
Later eh. | |
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Posted: 1/30/2005 4:09:33 PM | | Well done Goat and so true we long for the warmth but when it comes we long for it to be cool, can't please us ....lol | |
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Posted: 1/30/2005 5:06:10 PM | Hey Crossfade....you sure can be a groupie. Just send $49.95 for a membership card and stand upwind of me at all times. Say, before I forget...good luck to you and the ever-lovely Holly. She touches down in four or five days, right? I'm happy for you two...she's quite a catch. You might be too, but I never looked at you that way unless I've had a LOT of beer.
Mizbehavin...welcome to the barn. An Ontarian like you would definitely understand the joy I feel about seeing that sun and feeling it being actually warm for a change. And, of course, I hear a lot of griping about the heat in July. My comfort zone is between -20 C and +20 C...anything higher or lower than that, I gripe too. I'm a b*tchy l'il goat.
Good to see both of you here. Watch out for the door when you leave, we're having troubles with it. Don't be strangers, eh. | |
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Posted: 1/30/2005 5:09:13 PM | D**m door, geez what a nice smack on my butt...lol could of warned me a little bit earlier Goat....
Thanks for the welcome, and you might get tired of seeing me around...lol
I agree my comfort zone is around the same as yours, this cold weather we have been having has been driving me nuts...and my son even worse..anyone want a three year old? cheap?...lol jk
I am sure I will have some fun in these forums, and I promise I will be a good girl....
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Posted: 1/31/2005 3:05:47 PM | Good day to you my "Dittygoat"...what a name for you...I still chuckles as to how this came to me one day out of the blue while reading your poems...some reason I yelled out "That dittygoat is ditty!" I am glad your barn is always open for me...and as a goat groupie, well, hey, what can I say your writing is amazing just like that out of the blue...my gosh...I have to come in to see your latest....as for the door, lol...yeah many new people have wandered in here to read your poetry...They get a taste of it and bingo was his namo...lol they have to come back...like myself...my butt is okay there goat, I managed to find it after this weekend of different things I did. Hmmmm....one time I will throw another poem in here! All the best to you "Goat!"
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 1/31/2005 5:32:04 PM | Howdy all. Nice night out there. Kinda warm, really moist...like a cathouse with furnace running too hot.
Okay...terrible similie. I'm full of them
Evening to the groupies (Goaties?). Love having them around to - y'know - class up the joint a bit. Or a lot.
Miz...sorry about that door. You just have to be quick and decisive about coming in or out or that door will get you in the biscuit tin every time. I'd fix it, but that would require work and time away from my recreational scratching. But don't let it make you a stranger..the door, I mean, not my scratching.
Charming! Well, hello there. Glad to know you're still alive and have your a*** intact. Are you sure you didn't yell out: "That Ditzygoat is Ditzy!" ? Amazing is too strong a word, I think. Odd..yes...amazing? Not so much. But thanks for the kind words...it makes me all blush n' stuff...grrr...
Alrighty, before I embarass myself any further:
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Shhhunk…bang-BANG!
I drop things into my subconscious
A lot
I forget about them
A lot
The ground must be very fertile
Because anything I drop in there
Tends to grow
A lot
Like railcars in the night
Clunking and banging
With that semi-sleep lulling sound:
Shhhunk…bang-BANG
Cars pushed together and taken apart
A lot
I saw that happen in the bar
A week ago
People coupling together
With a celebration of noise
Or a juicy snog
Or separating with hard words
Step closer, step outside
A lot
Sure the rails were well-greased
And that helped
A lot
For the smooth transmission
Of kinetic energy
But consciousness and awareness
Always took flight
Before that not too-gentle Shhhunk..bang-BANG
In the January night
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Hm. Don't know if I like that one. I may have to think about it...but it stays here, toenails and all.
Okey-dokey...I shall wander away for the night. Hugs and handshakes to all. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 2/1/2005 5:11:43 AM | things seen...not noticed...words spoken barely heard....but they are there
hidden waiting to come out.... feelings...combined with experience....
they might not even remember what they said...but it is there...along with the look..
the facial expression....the tone of the voice.... the sharpness of the comment....
perhaps not noticed at the time....but later when it all comes together.... it is there
everything ......all swirled together to bring that sudden conclusion...that epiphany of what has really happened....you didn't notice...you hadn't realized what was going on...then suddenly it hits you...be it the realization of love....of the realization it is not love....that sudden movement of the clouds to reveal the sun...to show what is really there.....how could you have been so blind before....or did you just need to grow to to be able to accept what it was there to find.... | |
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Posted: 2/1/2005 5:13:17 AM | | is there a cut rate membership...I mean 49.95 is pretty steep especially when you have to invest in so many clothes pins just to be able to stay in the barn for any length of time.... | |
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Posted: 2/1/2005 6:33:05 AM | | lol ^^^^ to right and what about the dry cleaning bills because of the smell and the you know what?...hee hee I think the rate should be lowered also... | |
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Posted: 2/1/2005 9:53:00 AM | Hmmm....First time I heard there were membership charges....maybe that is just for the guys...I think the rate should be lower too because we are all sweet dittygoat...ok ladies lets give goaty our smiley pearly whites and see if he will charge us...I dunno goaty, we are beautiful women, how could you charge us...((((Pearlywhite smiles))))...Hey agent how come I never thought about fresh hay and sitting on it...lol...I have to tip toe around to begin with and the smell...well...what can we say...was I born in the barn...used to it by now and besides it keeps me warm, dry, cozy, and comfy for a bit...I am going to build me a stack of hay in the corner and curl up there for a bit to sleep...near the far door...lol...okay my "ditzy goat" sweet, well I dunno Goat, I see you as amazing for your talents in writing...Bye bye for now!
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 2/1/2005 7:08:18 PM | Hello all. Busy little barn here today, weren't it?
Sukari...man, do I know what you're saying. If I had a nickel for every time I thought I knew what I was feeling or doing and realized I was clueless and lost -- well, I'd have a big ol' jar of nickels right now. You speak to me, dear. You really do. Thanks
The rate? Well, sure I can reduce it to a scratch on the a*** and anyone can get in. Except for Agent -- he has to buy me one beer. Preferably an Alexander Keith's. Okay, start scratching!
Er...hello? Dang. Everyone's gone as soon as I mentioned my a***. Figures.
Miz...good to see you again. Sorry about the drycleaning bills. Send them all to Admin. He loves that kinda of thing. Really. I'll try to get the cleaning staff in here pretty soon even though they tried to quit on me a few times.
Charming...hello there, pardner. You win. There is no membership fee, apart from the required a***-scratch. You may use a tool instead of your fingers if you wish. Make sure the tool is disposable. Bless you for the kind words and feel free to wander on back in. Gets all lonely n' stuff in this big, stinky barn at times.
Well, well, well....what do I have? Just a wee quicky tonight. I have de spring fever, mon.
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I Had A Dream!
I had a dream last night
And it’s as familiar as spring
I dreamt of taking that bike
Knifing it through the streets and alleys
On a perfect spring day
This weather is making me think
This weather is wanting me to move
In dreams I never get winded
In dreams I never have near misses
In dreams I bike with you
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And dat iz, as dey say, iz dat. See you all tomorrow. Senses-shattering hugs to all. G'night. | |
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Posted: 2/1/2005 7:34:15 PM | in my dreams I am young...
in my dreams i am "skinny" again...
in my dreams i stand on the mountain tops and know the words to say
my skin is unmarked....
in my dreams it is the first day of school and I have forgotten to study for a test
(why I should have studied for a test the first day of school I have no clue but in the dream it makes sense)
in my dreams I have forgotten to do my homework...
I am late to class...forget where I am suppose to sit....
in my dreams I get right up to the point where I am about to kiss...but always wake up before that kiss becomes realized.....
in my dreams people change into other people
my dreams are always in color....
I have died in dreams...,my friend...well I thought it was my friend, asked me to back up closer to the edge of a cliff for a picture...back up just a bit more...a bit more
then I was falling...through the air...was so scary then it was black and serene and I was happy...
and despite what they say if you die your dream you die in real life...I am still alive...:-)
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 2/2/2005 6:49:15 PM | Evening all. My job is blah. And, as such, it is the perfect fertilizer for an overactive (and often dirty) imagination. Tonight I don't feel all dirty, but I do feel feel a little creative. I hope tonight's poem reflects that.
Sukari...dreams are so compelling. I had an interesting one last night that involved a lot of running. Man, I was tired after that. Your dreams sound much like mine, escept I seem to be eating something all the time in mine. Ribs, usually. I am glad to see you here again with those weighty, passionate words of yours. Your company is golden and your words are welcome.
Okay...the poem is done. I was inspired by a dear friend's e-mail tonight and her brief tale of a five year old with an insatiable curiosity.
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Madamoiselle LaPorquoi
The Queen of Why
Is only five
And wonders how the blue
Gets in the sky
The Queen of Why
Is very sly
And knows how to question
With great style
The Queen of Why
Patience, she tries
And has boundless energy
Enough to fly
The Queen of Why
Rarely, if ever, cries
But instead keeps curious
And feeds her mind
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Brief, maybe not so creative after all...but inspired. Oh, yeah. Definitely inspired.
Well, g'night all. I shall return tomorrow. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 2/2/2005 7:12:30 PM | who are you?
brianna's mother...
why...
because she is my daughter...
why is she your daughter....
because I am her mother
what are you doing?
Opening the mail....
why are you opening the mail...
to see what is inside....
why do you want to see what is inside....?
why is the dog beside you while you open the mail?
so he can see what is inside too....
Why..??
Why is he nice and the other dog mean?
She is old and grumpy
why does he like you and not me?
it is not that he does'nt like you...he is just scared...
why can you hold him and not me?
because he knows me and is very skittish and will jump out of your arms easily...
why can't I take him home with me....
He is Brianna's dog ...not yours....
why is he Brianna's dog?
because she picked him out...
why did she pick him out...?
when she went to look at the puppies she liked him best...
why did she go and look at puppies....?
because she wanted a dog...
why? | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 2/3/2005 8:01:33 PM | Hello all. Interesting day. This is one of those days when you have no idea how and when it will end. Each hour brought new things, new changes in perspective, a re-establishment of old connections. Lots of stuff. A satisfying day, to be sure.
Sukari...the eternal/infernal question: Why? Certain philosphers went mad because of it, children ask it because it sounds good, my co-worker asks it because she doesn't know better and wouldn't understand the answer anyway. I can almost hear the conversation in that last post of yours. Loved it.
As for me...well, it's based on the day I've had:
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Navel-Gazing -- Episode #5618
I never thought I touched a life before
I never thought that my small words
Would stand out in the middle of a life
But they did
It has been several months since we parted
And she stopped and started things
Remembered my words and kept on going
She referred to them a lot
Almost a talisman against defeat
Because I believed in her, she said
And because I still do, I said
She reminded me to not be a stranger
And I promised her more words
She smiled and smoothed the promise
Like silk on skin
Confident it will come true
I never thought I could shape feelings like that
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Ah, bless this life. It's pretty good, you know. All those hurts, aches, loves and laughs -- it's all frigging good to feel them. No, I'm not drunk tonight. Shame on you for asking.
But I will have a wee nip o' scotch before turning in...thankyewverramuch. G'night. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 2/4/2005 4:46:56 PM | appreciation...recognition.... being reminded that you matter..
that your words are heard....that your advice followed.....
makes one feel alive...... | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 2/4/2005 4:48:23 PM | Rememberance
When autumn mists fill the air,
I, with wonder and amazement,
Stop and stare.
Reflections of life and love that cross my mind.
Was all, in fact,
A waste of my time?
Each year, at nature's life cycle's end,
I reflect on where I am,
And also, where I been.
Counting the costs, As it may seem.
All is not lost afterall,
For there is still time to dream.
~Tomb~ | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 2/4/2005 9:06:03 PM | Hello all. How're ya? Yeah? Me too. A little rushed for time tonight...one of those days, y'see.
Crossfade...how are ya pardner? She said not to be a stranger -- or she said not to get any stranger...I really can't remember. I couldn't possibluy get any stranger than I already am. Or is that "more strange"? Hmm..
Sukari...words are powerful things. There was a time when I threw them around like angry, little barbs and hoped they would hurt. A year or two of meditative silence really taught me the value of them. I didn't realize she valued those words until seeing her yesterday. She says little but feels much, unlike me who just can't shut up most days.
Kobold...welcome to the barn, padner. Brilliant poem. I have a weakness for the autumn months, especially when I lived up in the Yukon. Fall would last only two weeks -- the poplar leaves would turn bright yellow, drop and then the snow would come. Oddly enough, it was the best time to climb up on my "thinking rock" look down into the valley and watch it all happen. I would think of many of the same things you mentioned in your poem. Thanks, eh.
As for me? Hell and hotdogs, I dunno. I'll have to fish around for a haiku:
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Cotton invades me
Makes me feel muzzy inside
Poetry will wait
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Yup, that'll do. I'm gonna crash. G'night, peoples. Make sure to turn out the light when you leave, 'kay? | |
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