Kamway
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Joined: 1/2/2005
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| Thank you for being Patient With My Depressing Poems Tonight, They Arent Usually So Blue... But ITS valenties and I Am right Now As I Alwoys Have Been..Alone By Myself Inside My Own Head
Posted: 2/15/2005 3:18:15 AM | Eyes Like Blades Which Slice My Soul Whose Skin Was Once So Thick
Now Thin
Your Eyes The Cut My Wrists And Make Me Bleed Better Than I Ever Could
As My Thoughts Make Silver Clouds Above My Head
Im So Mad At Me That I Could Be
Without A Point
Except To Dream Alone Magnificance Fallen At My Feet
All Chewed Up And Left To Die
Hopes Of Life And Love I Hold So Dear Inside My Heart
Is Now But Nothing More Than Hollow Dreams Which Are Not Real Or Ever Were
But Mere Illusions I Made Up To Make Belieave Theres Something More
I Made Them Up So Long Ago To Fool Myself That I Am Good
And Could Be Loved
Im Blank Inside My Heart Like One Of My Pages Without Words
But So Full Of Pain So Full Of Joy
And Undefined.
A Void Seducing Anyone Who Sees A Vacant Page
To Write It Down-To Be Whatever It Is They Say I Am
Frome Where I Sit I Cannot Reach My Broken Page Which Has No Words As They Pass Me By
Some Take Heed And Gaze Upon My Frozen Frame
The Take Their Pen And Then They Write
From Human Eyes Onto The Page
Defineing Me As If A Judge To Bring Me Down And Build Them Up
A Creeking Grin Spans My Face With Razors Edge. | |
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| Thank you for being Patient With My Depressing Poems Tonight, They Arent Usually So Blue... But ITS valenties and I Am right Now As I Alwoys Have Been..Alone By Myself Inside My Own Head
Posted: 2/15/2005 2:36:07 PM | Hello all..
I know haven't been posting, just have been busy creating, my mind has been going crazy, but sometimes I can't even finish a thought....hate that..lol
well I wrote this for the poetry in fun contest, but thought I would share it here..enjoy!!!!
Hey goat the barn looks not bad, the maid must be feeling better...
He sat alone on the old dock
By the sycamore tree
Fully focused on his task at hand
But also aware of me
I stayed so quiet, watching
He was so intent on his task at hand
Struggling with grace, I long to help
‘no help needed” he says keeping his stand
I can picture his face, so focused
the tongue already sticking out
suddenly he jumps on up
and begins to shout
“ I did it by myself mommy”
So proud was his look
I wandered down the hill to peak
And a worm was proudly on the hook
My little boy became a man,
As he fished along the waters mile
I was fearful that he was growing up to fast
Relieved seeing that innocent child’s smile…..
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Kamway
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Joined: 1/2/2005
Msg: 928 | |
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| Thank you for being Patient With My Depressing Poems Tonight, They Arent Usually So Blue... But ITS valenties and I Am right Now As I Alwoys Have Been..Alone By Myself Inside My Own Head
Posted: 2/15/2005 7:26:55 PM | Hello all. Just me again. Man, this barn is a hopping these days. I see we have a new addition to the cast...welcome Kamway. Nice posts...I durn well wish I had some poetic talent so I can fit in here. Alas, I am a hack. A stinky hack.
And then there's Miz (Hi Miz!) with her lovely poems. Oh, and Charming too...happy valentine's day to you as well. I didn't get any flowers this year -- I'd only eat them anyway.
Sukari? Did Sukari post here today? I'd better go and look...nope. Must be having technical difficulties.
Hey Longte...thanks, pardner. No back rubs for me. I tried to entice the mail lady, but she's pretty quick even with that 80-pound bag of mail.
Oh, and Miz...the place is cleaning up pretty quick. I fired the maid and hired a Vietnamese couple to clean the barn twice a week. They are very thorough...they even found and threw out my collection of poo-balls and anus hair I've been saving since the barn was erected (love that word). I was going to auction them off on Ebay because one of them looked just like Ernest Borgnine yawning. I kid you not.
Er...I realized that may be considered disgusting and subject to censoring.
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Ah, well. Here's a bad poem to cleanse the taste buds:
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Dances With Watermelon
I spanked a watermelon
In the middle of Extra Foods
I yelled and hollered
And shrieked “Woo Hoo!”
The shoppers paused to look
But didn’t stop their shopping
It was after five o’ clock
And the place was hopping
So I hollered and danced
And I even started to gyrate
With that fine piece of fruit
Which I would soon masticate
I did take it home with me
After all I was committed
It was a ten-pound beauty
But it wasn’t pitted
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Sploosh! See you tomorrow! | |
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Kamway
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Joined: 1/2/2005
Msg: 931 | |
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Kamway
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Joined: 1/2/2005
Msg: 933 | |
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| Thank you for being Patient With My Depressing Poems Tonight, They Arent Usually So Blue... But ITS valenties and I Am right Now As I Alwoys Have Been..Alone By Myself Inside My Own Head
Posted: 2/16/2005 5:08:42 AM | Watermelons
such lovely lovely things...
the best are the yellow meat...
you have to know what they are to choose the right ones...
they look like the red ones from the outside....
black jack...diamond back...ya know those regular delicious red ones
the ones you go out in the field and break open and scoop out the heart...
but when you are feeling special it is the yellow meat you search out
not the light yellow.... it is sweet...but that golden yellow... so bright..and sweet...
there is nothing quite like it...
going to your grandmothers...being taken to an neighbors...having them set you on the
back porch....you know the screened in one that overlooks the hay field...where you get to go and play in the summer with their grandkids...pretending you are in the jungle...licking the cows...yellow salt blocks.... at any rate there you sit... in a folding chair on the front porch and they bring you half a a water melon....yes half a watermelon and a spoon...all your own...no sharing or anything....can you imagine it.... the sweet taste of that most delicious yellow meet watermelon...
once when i was in wisconsin I asked a farmer who was selling watermelons where ihs yellow meat watermelons were he looked at me like I was crazy....
but in TEXAS.... they always know , cause they put them back for themselves...maybe they are not as hearty..not as easy to grow but certainly worth the effort....
just like you...worth the effort | |
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| Thank you for being Patient With My Depressing Poems Tonight, They Arent Usually So Blue... But ITS valenties and I Am right Now As I Alwoys Have Been..Alone By Myself Inside My Own Head
Posted: 2/16/2005 4:00:47 PM | Allo peoples. Good to see ya'll here.
Kamway...I've got a secret -- I'm not really a goat, nor am I poet. I may smell like a goat at times and I may occasionally attain poeticness (if that's a word), but I'm just a guy wearing nothing but a thin layer of olive oil and...uh...sorry, I may have said too much.
Miz...you're welcome for the kind words. You absolutely deserve them all for your poems. The Vietnames couple I hired to clean the barn are really working out well. Sure, they can't speak goat and I can't speak Vietnames, but we manage to get our ideas across. And they do a great job here, don't they? All clean and sparkly here. Why, the property values are going up already around here. Always love having you here, Miz.
Sukari...there you are. I have never seen the watermelon you described. We have tons of the red ones here, but not the yellow ones. I think I may be missing out on something, huh? Good to see you here again. Bless you for your kind words, too.
Okey-dokey-smokey...what do I have in my front pocket? Oh..uh..that's just a roll of quarters. Never you mind. Ah, here we go:
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Something Icky This Way Comes
Something stinks in the sink
Something is rotting the stainless steel
I could find it by smell
Or try to get it by feel
I should have done the dishes last night
I should have put forth a real good try
But I was struck down by laziness
And I didn’t stop to ask why
But, after sitting in the sink for a day or so
The liquid between the dishes turned ripe
As I passed by that same sink
Something came out and took a swipe
So I must bear down and take a cloth in hand
And begin accept my fate
To scrape old taters and muck and slime
From each old dinner plate
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So guess what I'm going to be doing for the next hour? Go on, guess.
Wish me luck. | |
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Posted: 2/16/2005 8:51:23 PM | if ya got a roll of quarters just pack up all those dishes take em to the carwash...put in the quarters and use that powerwash and spray them....or do y'all have those really wierd closed in car washes cause it gets so cold....it was cold today only got up to 72.... the carwash is right by my school so when we are at recess or putting kids in their cars at the end of the day...we see all kinds of things getting washed.....I think doing the dishes there would be kinda cool.....think how shiny they would be if you used the wax....not sure the food would taste so good but they would be all shiny.... ans sparkly....
dishes in the sink.....
flies in the trash...
was there suppose to be a lid?
what did we have for dinner or was that breakfast yesterday....
egg on the plate...?
crumbs on the dishes....
washing dishes...certainly no fun....
no problem...
just set them on the floor and the dogs will take care of it...
lick them all spic and span clean...then just rinse them off in hot water...
put them back on the shelf....
nah....wouldn't really do that....
are you ready for dinner...???
you prefer paper plates??? | |
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Posted: 2/17/2005 1:19:48 PM | Good afternoon all.....
Well as you can tell, my poems usually revolve around love, maybe because I am looking for it...lol
I think its just I am a romantic old soul....
So here is another one, I just wrote, if your tired of my love poems...let me know and I can have the goat nibble at you for me...lol...no seriously it's how my words flow...
You’re the only one I have wanted
Just your smile makes me weak
Can’t you see that I don’t need anything more
Then you holding and loving me
Don’t buy me lots of jewels
To adorn my hands
Or flowers to make the room smell sweet
Baby that’s not who I am
Don’t need to drive a flashy car
To impress all my friends
My clothes are not who I am
It’s only the inside that counts
Inside is a person
Who longs to be with you
Each and every night
Till our time is through
Jewels, flowers, fancy cars
A house adorned with only the best
Baby these are just material things
It’s your love that passes the test
The test of two loves
Who will never part
The bond is to strong for anyone
To break the passion of these hearts….
hope you enjoy..
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Posted: 2/17/2005 5:32:43 PM | Dirty Dishes
Oh how my counter reeked
Old food for another day
Food sits hard on the plates
Pots need to be scraped
Glasses dirty we have to rinse
Silverware calling out my name
Cups filled with coffee stains
I have so many dishes
I just let them build up
Always on the run out my door
I keep looking at these dishes
Tell myself to clean them up
Than I say wait another day
Oh how these dirty dishes
Need some of my washing
Now my dishes sparkling clean
I can start all over again!
My definition of durty dishes believe me I have seen lots of this in my travels especially with the work I do. Dirty dishes are not a nice place to be! Well there Goat, hoping your day is great and all the best to you. Miz and Kam I love reading your poetry along with sukari and of course our famous "GOAT" and his wonderful sense of humor and talent. I decided to not leave a lovey dovey poem, more like a dirty one, LOL, instead! Good day to you all!
Charming
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Posted: 2/17/2005 8:35:47 PM | Evenin' all. Good to see you here...ya know I loves ya. Now hold still fer
yer licks, eh.
Miz...a fine post there. Style and rythm. I'm a great admirer of rythm and
one day hope to regularly implement it in my so-called poetry. But, alas,
I'm pretty lazy so I don't get there too often. You hit it every time you
create a poem. Excellent.
Charming...dishes are a plague, aren't they? I have a dishwasher, but I'm
even too lazy to load that and flick a switch. Then the dishes crust over in
the sink and the dishwasher is then rendered powerless. I'm glad to know
that even charming and sweet people suffer with the same obstacles I do.
Bless you for the kind words, too. Yer a sweetie.
Sukari...I sure have thought of the wand wash for those dishes. I wash my
bike at those things in the summer. Get some odd looks when I do that,
though. Paper plates are always good, but not good for impressing the
chicks. Love your words.
Okay...what do I have in here? Dum de dum...
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Death's Little Cousin
I can feel myself drop into sleep
That time when the heart slows to a soft bump
When my mind lets go of the day
And drifts like thistle in an August breeze
So much perspective where it is
It sees so much with Morpheus taking my hand
She smiles and a wave of bliss rolls over me
My breathing slows
Things make sense now
When she's there; that sweet, dark lady
She tells me I should put my burden down at the lake's edge
And not bother trying to wade through that placid water
Rise above it, for it is depair
That mountain over there, it is fear
Just go around it, your mind is supple enough
Your body will lend enough line for the journey
And it will always reclaim you when your mind is ready
Ready to come back to rational irrationality
Dressed and pressed for work
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With that, I shall wander away to sleep. G'night, eh. | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 942 | |
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Posted: 2/18/2005 3:04:38 AM | Sometimes its rather wonderful to curl up by yourself
This Bed is MINE ... ALL mine .. For ME .. and No-one else
Slip under the Doona and give a little wriggle
As you're getting comfortable, maybe a little giggle
No-one can take the doona.. no-one can steal the sheet
You can have a lazy scratch..... to make you feel complete
Nobody's there to call you Gross,... If you free a little air
You can stretch your legs out.... Put them anywhere
A little bit of honking .....is not to be ignored
How many times, have you heard.... "Didnt know you snored"
Nobody's there to murmur .. and fidget in their sleep
You can go to Neverland..... Slip in there So deep
Sometimes its rather wonderful to curl up by yourself
This Bed is MINE ... ALL mine .. For ME .. and No-one else
Sweet dreams Goat | |
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Posted: 2/18/2005 8:29:09 PM | Howdy all. Howdy Longte...thanks for the well wishes. I did sleep very well, as always.
Well, I'm running a bit late so this night's poem reflects the day:
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My Grammar Has No Teeth
Microsoft Word’s grammar checker
Really sucks
I mean
It’s the only device I know that can change
Perfectly good English
Into Anguish
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Berloody MS Word. I won't even get into the spellchecker...grrr...
Okay, g'night all. | |
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Posted: 2/19/2005 7:08:52 AM | Mornin'. Happy Saturday to ya'll. Here's a ditty I whipped up just now. Inspired? Yes. Yes I was.
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To the Cretin that Called to Complain but It Was a Wrong Number
A stump in the forest of life
A rock in the middle of the field
A mind-jarring personality
To which stupidity did not yield
I don’t know how you came to be
Smart enough to walk and speak
With that mighty IQ of barely 33
Your brain, soft; your mouth not weak
Truly you are a stunning specimen
I mean, you must be solar-powered
Because your brain ain’t nourished enough
To have that much idiocy flower
So, the next time you phone to whine
This advice you must obey:
Think carefully of your thought’s designs
And my ear is not a toilet….good day | |
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Posted: 2/19/2005 8:53:58 AM | | Goat!!! LOL! I love your style of writing and the context of it as well. Humorous, dry and cynical. You're more than the average bleating goat.. Baaaaaaaaah!!! Keep on writing! | |
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Posted: 2/19/2005 2:07:58 PM |  Got to love this smiley....Heres to my ditty ditty goat! Lovely writings goat style!
There is this goat
So sweet and cute
Writes like a talent
He makes me smile
And I know if I am down
I just come to the barn
I walk in, I read his poems
And off I go again
He is my special goat
One that can never be replaced
Awwe Ditty Goat is number one
His barn nice and clean now
Thanks to those caretakers
This goat everyone is one special heart
You know once you come in here
You will leave smiling or laughing
He has many followers
Who know what I know
About my special Ditty Goat
I love you my dear friend
And thank you for everything!
Charming 2005
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Posted: 2/20/2005 12:44:03 AM | Awww...bless your heart, Charming. I just came back from a good wings n' beer night just now. Feel just a wee bit happy. You are truly lovely...the Dittygoat appreciates it.
A cougar came onto me, but she was a bit nasty. I got rid of her by asking if I could cut her in half and count the rings to see how old she was and then see if I was interested. Turns out she was 48 with grandchildren. On the plus side, she did have nice legs.
Ah, well.
Good night all. The poetry resumes tomorrow. G'night POF and goodnight ever-so charmingandsweet. | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
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Posted: 2/20/2005 3:30:30 AM | 48 AND good legs
Tell her theres an Old Dragon with an open ticket
Hes just waiting for a number
As I get older seems to me
The're Horrible sights to see
I usually turn out the light
'Cause I'm not too keen on cellulite
Toned Stretch Marks.... the're Ok
Varicose veins dont make my day
Bulges where it should be flat
Really not TOO keen on that
Could be that I sound Fussy
They probably think the same of me
Saying "That old Dragon looks ok
But it seems his hair went Thataway"
But all in all.... A few more beers
Goodbye worries... Goodbye cares
Its only in the morning light
I sometimes wake and get a fright
Sneak from the room .... Quiet as a mouse
Only to find ....Im at my house
You got a lot to look forward to Goat
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Posted: 2/20/2005 9:39:00 AM | Good Morning to all the residents of the Barn.....
I just have a little something I wrote.....can you tell what I did on Friday?...
How can you stand there?
So straight and tall
Beckoning, teasing me
Saying you will never fall
I know I can do it
Can make your words untrue
Getting myself prepared
For what I must do
Standing tall, you look so strong
But watch out because I’m here
I will change your tune very fast
Make you shake with fear
I line it up and away the ball goes
Straight down the middle of the lane
It’s going to be a strike I can feel it
Yes! I told you I could beat your game…..
Mizbehavin | |
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Posted: 2/20/2005 10:21:06 AM | Ooh ooh, I think I know what you did for fun
When the wings were ate and the beer was done
And the chance for you to nail this looker
At his own game! The game of snooker.
No?
Hmmm - back to the drawing board. | |
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