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Posted: 2/5/2005 5:58:49 AM | Hi there, just thought I would write something up for the barn....hope you enjoy it...I had fun writing it...made me smile...
Miz
The Goats Barn
We all seem to flock
to the barn of the goat
please come on in he says
don't bother hanging up your coat
We don't stand on command
no required code of dress
just friends hanging out
amongst the hay and mess
There's a sign at the door
says"enter at your own risk
theres a mess in the barn
the maids been sick"
Pull up a bale
or feel free to roam
and if your lucky
goat might put out a new poem
Stay as long as you want
and speak your mind
the cover charge will be waved
if you scratch the goats behind
Thanks for dropping by
come back anytime for more
but on your way out
be careful of the old barn door.... | |
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Posted: 2/5/2005 7:56:12 PM | Hello peoples.
And hello Miz! Now that's poetry! I absolutely love it! I mean, I may be a little biased because of the subject...but it's GREAT!! Thank you so much for praising the barn in verse. You have singlehandedly brightened what was a bit of a dreary day for me, Miz. Bless your heart.
As for me...well, nothing but a haiku.
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4 wheel drive is nice
To have in the winter snow
I never got stuck
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The good news is we have snow to cover up the brown slush. The bad news is we have lots of snow and people are driving like a***s and elbows today. I emerged unscathed, fortunately.
Alas, to bed and the real (or whatever it is I post) poetry will resume tomorrow.
Hugs n' stuff to all. G'night. | |
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Posted: 2/5/2005 9:04:12 PM | floats...bands...mummers...beads.
..cups..dabloons..and leaves...
happy children laughing parents....
cold cold weather....not apparent....
time to smile..time to see...
king cake there for all to eat...
it is always a pleasure to enter the barn...a nice deep breath,,,,,,,,
nothing like the smell of a goat...not quite like a cow...not quite like a horse...your hand still turns black when you pet them...but the smell...something that makes you think of childhood and games....king of the mountain....something the goats are ever so proficienct at....coming in the barn is like going home...nice warm comfortable and comforting....thanks...... | |
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Posted: 2/6/2005 12:10:25 AM | My Mind
Desolate is the wasteland called my mind.
Cold and unfeeling as if it were dead.
As twisted as one can find,
Into darkness it spirals, as if led.
Bouts of turmoil and sorrow,
Grasping evermore strongly to regret.
Worries of having a tomorrow,
Anguish and pain beset.
The loneliness grows ever stronger,
Darkness I now call home.
Desire to wait any longer,
In blackness my mind roams.
Time can be an enemy,
To those who have much.
To ponder repetitively,
To actually think too much.
So into the void I slip,
Swallowed whole by pain.
My mind, my crypt,
Never again, to be sane. | |
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Posted: 2/6/2005 7:43:57 AM | Good Morning Goat and the barn addicts...
You are most welcome sir, It just came to me and like I said I enjoyed writing it...you should start a new barn thread and use that as a welcome....no I am not pushing my poem...lol...me never...
I am glad it made your day a little brighter, I aim to please...
we have been getting the nicer weather here, slush and sun...lol sorry to hear that people are being....a**es but glad to hear you survived unscathed, that wouldnt be good at this time of the year to have some bald spots on the goat..lol
If I have any more creative thoughts about the barn I will surely post them..
but for now I must go, I had a rough night, but good one, I wasn't so good though...hee hee...
Take care
Miz | |
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Posted: 2/6/2005 8:00:57 AM | the sun peeked out from the clouds....
only for a moment.....
things were dark....the sky was cloudy.....
swirling in between around and amongst it all...
worry ...wonder....confusion...
but then the sun peeked out from behind the clouds....
and it all became clear...was only for a moment
but the clearness in that moment made it all worthwhile\
for amongst all the clouds that would come again...
the darkness...would lie the hope of the sun...those
few rays of light that you knew would eventually come
and then you knew you would understand | |
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Posted: 2/6/2005 8:14:22 AM | Hello all. Good to see some folk in here, keeping the dust down (or up, I really don't know at this point). Sunday is upon us. Always liked Sunday mornings ever since I didn't have to go to church anymore. I like to worship without pants and a good cuppa strong coffee and not have some bink on a pulpit lecture me.
I won't even mention how I feel about the collection plate...though it is a good place to dump off all that Canadian Tire money I've been accumulating.
Sukari...you're always welcome in the barn. Sorry about your hand turning black like that and all that stuff under your fingernails after scratching my biscuit tin. I've been meaning to get back there and get some -er- maintenance done, but y'know...anyhoo, it's always good to see you here.
Kobold...excellent! You have a fine knack for the rythm of verse. I lack that most times, mainly because I'm a lazy old fart. Excellent poem. You are welcome to come her anytime and class this place up after I crap in the corners every day.
Miz...get a little hair o' the dog and that fix yer up. A big old bottle of Lonsome Charlie for breakfast and a can of sardines and you'll be as sound as a three-dollar coin. I dunno about a new barn. I like adding on to the old structure just to see what shape it'll take. Until Admin shuts the barn down, I'll keep adding on. But I still love the poem and it did brighten my day. No bald spots yet, either. See?
Alrighty...now what do I have? Let's see:
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Alone With Vegetables
I stand a moment and gaze within
The fridge
That weak, 40-watt bulb casts sexy shadows
On the contents
Licking my lips, I seize upon the spinach
I won’t take the Romaine lettuce
I’m having issues with it
Brown at the edges and mocking me
Always too needy
I shove it aside and grab the tomatoes
One in each hand, feeling their firm flesh
Slightly giving to my touch
I run my thumbs over the stems
And know
A pair of Wolf Peaches are just the thing
For a salad
The cucumber, long and sleek and English
Just falls into my hand
Carrots, the same
A radish, hiding white skin beneath a hard blush
Tempts me
Some surgical care with a sharp knife
And a few minutes later
A salad is born
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I think I've been alone too long. I spend time in the grocery store, squeezing all the round fruit I can get my hands on. I only take the tomatoes home, though. Gotta love the tomatoes...
Well, I'll see ya'll later eh. Hugs, handshakes and high-fives to all. | |
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Posted: 2/6/2005 8:29:56 AM | Wow! My "Dittygoat" has picked up more fans. Nice writings mis! It is true! That is the goat's barn! It has been a while since I stopped in, had to fix my touque and scarf, stomp out the snow and grab some warmth!
Not long ago it was just pouring, wind was howling, the trees were swinging, and now I look out my window and see snow on the ground and coming down in flakes! It is sticking but our weather man says it will turn back to rain. Weird weather here on the island at times, it is unpredictable, yesterday, it was a gorgeous sunny day! We can still hear the howling winds though! Sounds like I am in a halloween story with those sounds so clear, so loud, the howl of the wind through my windows...got to find that leak, has to be one some where to hear the wind like that. It is spooky when my lights are out and candles burning! I find it relaxing at times, and irritating too!
There is this woman
Everyone loves her
They all want to be around her
This woman quite on her own
Loves to smile and have fun
Welcomes all to her home
And is there to listen and nurture
Some people cannot go a day
Without hearing her voice
Or spending time with her
Even the wee hours of the morn
Her friends bring her coffee
After confirming this is okay!
Each day is wide open
When she's not working
Her precious love
And warm heart
Keeps people coming back
Nobody wants to see her leave
And one day this shall be
But for now until that day
Her doors are always open!
Lately I have been inspired to write what I hear and at times this is overwhelming. Lately I have had so many people complimenting and thanking me, even with little gifts of appreciation. I don't expect these gifts at all and they say, it is because you deserve these and very thankful for listening, supporting, and nurturing. For the longest time I always felt so isolated and once I got out of the box I put myself in, things have been absolutely amazing! | |
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Posted: 2/7/2005 1:27:43 AM | Journey
Driven day by day,
Immersed in dreams by night.
Trying to find my way,
With no clear path in sight.
What does it all mean,
Our journey in life.
There's nothing I've seen,
Through all the heartache and strife.
I live as honest as I can,
Though in this day it seems in vain.
To be a truly good man,
And not let evil, in my life, reign.
So as the sands of time ebb and flow,
I'll walk my aimless route.
And take note of lessons learned as I go,
And throw irrevalent experiences out!
For we are, what we are,
And only if we let it be.
And with the right choices can go far,
And truly be free.
So out of my dreams I must live,
Out of the seemingly endless night.
And give all that I can give,
For at the end of the tunnel there is light.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/7/2005 6:36:32 AM | 
Very well done, the journey of life is surely an experience, full of many emotions, sometimes it brings us down but if we keep focused we can manage through it...
Keep up he wonderful writes...
Miz | |
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Posted: 2/7/2005 4:08:18 PM | Mine
I feed wearily upon my pain,
It's become a close friend.
Heart set assunder in twain,
Wounds that never heal or mend.
Through my fingers does happiness slip,
Just when I think it's been found.
But misery doesn't let go it's grip,
The rollercoaster of emotions abound.
Caught between who I am and who they want me to be,
I have many hard choices to make.
All I want is to be accepted for me being me,
Is that too much-is that really a mistake?
So I embrace my pain everyday,
Holding it tightly to my chest.
And take whatever life throws my way,
It's mine. At least in that I can rest.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/7/2005 6:50:32 PM | | I like it Miz! Good one! | |
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Posted: 2/7/2005 7:01:31 PM | Hello all. Cool! This place is starting to class right up now that Miz, Charming and Kobold are posting some really good stuff.
Not much time for me tonight...so allow me to drop a bomb right about here:
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Seven Schooners of Beer
Her hand, smooth as porcelain
Is in memory
The smell of her hair
It's there as well
The feel of her breath against my throat
That never left me
We spoke truth that night
As drunk as we were
I was afraid if we were left alone
I would have woken up with her
The next morning
With her as Venus sexually worn
Naked in a clamshell lying prone within
A chicken wing nestles in her hair
With me as Mars
With socks on and scratching my marble a***
Oh, we came down from Olympus that night
On our asses, tumbled together, made clumsy love
That never happened but it is in potential memory
It is a very good thing we weren't left alone
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Plop! G'night! | |
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Posted: 2/8/2005 9:52:12 AM | A Time Of Slumber
Blue light glistens across the cold stone.
Beneath it lies the ground's stillness.
In the coffin, laid to rest, old bones.
Rotting and seemingly useless.
But they tell a story, this I say.
All you have to do is listen.
And learn from them what you may.
Because you never know what you might be missin'
Their pain and suffering are no more.
Knowledge of the afterlife obtained.
Worries of love, money and war,
Are now just memories stained.
Stained with the truth, they now speak.
Rest in peace, the old saying goes
Age and sickness, making them weak.
They welcomed death, relieving their woes.
The sands of time quickly fall.
In their box of decay they lie.
They in the night your name call.
You soon, too, will die.
Peace, a word of rest.
Sleep, a time of slumber.
Your last breath from your chest.
Death finally has your number.
Fear is what you'll feel.
But will quickly fade away.
And you'll come to know what is real.
That living was just a phase in life's way.
You see, our time, too, will come.
And what matters now, won't then.
And their knowldge to us will come.
And the story will repeat all over again.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/8/2005 5:06:28 PM | Hello all. Nice post, Kobold. A beauty, in fact. It was a pleasure reading it.
As for me...
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Patterns of Frost
The window puts up a brave, blank face
Against the cold
But it is frigid out, below my warm imagination
Can drift into
I can tell the temperature by how frost
Works its way
Across that window, now frozen shut
Sealed until spring
The barest chips of ice obscuring my view
Stalks in on
Soft, cold foggy feet and leaves a trail that
Diffuses light
Soon the fog solidifies, crystallizes, hardens
And races like
A glacier that won't stop until the edge of the world
Or the window
The light outside turns from hard to gold to dying red
Pushing against
The crystalline frost and casts prisms, separated light
Dividing into scenes
Stretched-out ideas lay upon my wall and play with the wind
Pause for breath
Sway and drift like cloudscapes and shiver boldly
All laid bare
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Okay, I'm off to the next disaster. See you tomorrow, eh. | |
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Posted: 2/8/2005 5:51:03 PM | frost..I had forgotten about frost...was it was...how it looks why it is there
fog is what we have here...mist rain...fog...makes things hard to see..
doesn't add to the beauty....just confuses all things | |
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Posted: 2/8/2005 5:53:43 PM | Peaceful river
Out in the darkest, deepest forest
my minds eyes cannot see
the pain you left in my heart
the day you wanted to be free
This is the only quiet place
where I hear no surrounding sounds
or feel my mind work so fast
and my head begin to pound
I need this solitude and peace
this escape from you
most days I feel like hiding
not knowing what to do
I came upon a flowing river
reminding me of my tears
and how I can get overwhelmed
by the quiet rush of my fears
Your leaving has impaired me
more then you will ever know
but deep down inside I fear
memories will have to be let go
So as I sit and gaze,with wet eyes
I see my unhappy past
begin to flow out free like the river
finally giving me peace at last....
Miz nighters...hugs and kisses all.... | |
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Posted: 2/8/2005 6:28:58 PM | | very nice-serene. | |
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Posted: 2/9/2005 5:54:32 AM | thanks it was a topic choice for the poetry contest....
I like getting topics given helps me create , not just write how I feel....
Miz | |
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Posted: 2/9/2005 9:40:23 AM | Again?
If I could, I would, but would you?
Do it all over again?
See it through?
I think it's worth it, life that is.
Both the pleasure and pain.
All that living really is.
It has so much to offer us, but much is by chance.
You just have to go with the flow.
It's more than what you see at first glance.
I would like a second chance, if it could be done.
And hopefully do it right this time,
And not screw it up like the first one.
But what I have is what I have, and only once it will be.
So in life make the best choices.
Because in life there are no promises-don't you agree?
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/9/2005 3:00:50 PM | Lovers Dance
It’s been a long day
I need to unwind and feel free
I put some music on
And feel my body start to sway
The music takes me away
To a place of lilac scents, heaven
Somewhere free of thoughts and words
A place where I will only feel
Candles are glowing
As my body moves to the beat
I only feel the music
As I close my eyes
It flows through my soul
Touching me like a lover can
Making me feel whole again
And longing for more
Caressing my body as I move
Around the floor in a daze
Imagining its you
And everything is all right
Slowly I sway, across the floor
Dancing to my own bodies rhythm
No longer listening to the words
Only what my body says
It’s longing to share this rhythm
With someone so strong
Wanting to be free of thoughts
Only feeling more of this pleasure
Lovers dancing as one
Sharing the same song inside
Holding each other close
As the music plays on
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Miz... | |
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Posted: 2/9/2005 3:41:12 PM | The moment my eyes found you
All I could see was the glow
Your arms wrapped around me
Your lips so close to mine
As I reach over to touch you
My wee wittle heart fluttered
But all there is between you and I
Are what they call the world of tech
I watch your words bounce across
Your little figure pictures inspiring me
The rose, the hugs, the kiss, and more
Oh how I wish that d*mn screen
Did not hold us apart because honey
I would rather hang on to the real you
Not the click of a mouse or keys
But to hold you near to me
And forever hold you here
Our precious moments
Is all that matters to me!
These moments of internet dating can only bring these words to me! Oh how one who is in love with another would rather feel that person for real not by a screen separating us! To all the pofers out there, hang on to your true love forever and never let them go! Be rid of the screen and come close together for these are far more better than technology! My ditty ditty goat take care of yourself until next time! Bye bye for now!
 Charming | |
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Posted: 2/9/2005 4:55:04 PM | "Haunted"
Haunted are my dreams,
In the cool winters nite.
Haunted is my soul,
Hidden away, out of sight.
Haunted are my days,
Forever in a dream.
Haunted for all time,
Or so at least it does seem.
Darkness is my home,
Once lost, but now found.
I embrace it willingly,
Darkness, my holy ground.
I am not evil,
This I must say.
Judge me accordingly,
By my works each day.
For without darkness,
There would be no light.
It was here first,
God separated the day from the night.
Haunted are my thoughts,
As you probably do see.
Life is complex,
And it's the same of me.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/9/2005 6:11:27 PM |
Very well done...I liked it, | |
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Posted: 2/9/2005 6:30:16 PM | Wow. Lotsa good stuff being posted here today. Excellent job! Kobold, Miz, Charming and Sukari -- you're all getting this barn a-hoppin'. Beeeyootiful!
Now...well, here's what I have tonight:
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Beached on a Thought
Subtle sand shift under these thoughts tonight
As a mind, any mind, tries to piece together the world
Taking the hard realities in through senses
In drips and drabs
The mind stitches in all together
Filling in gaps, making the tapestry
Smooth
Square
Easy to understand
Easy to relate
Truth or untruth doesn't matter here
As stories of small lies are told
To see the larger tale of truth
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Yeah. I've got the flu and I'm heading to bed now. I get all crusty when I'm sick. Actually, I'm kinda crusty most of the time, but especially when I'm sick. Grr...
Keep the poems coming...I love reading what ya'll are putting up. See you tomorrow, eh. | |
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