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Posted: 2/26/2005 8:26:49 AM | Good Morning all...
I have been trying to create, so many thoughts in my head, I think I know have 4 on the go that just don't please me...
Excellent writes Kobold as always....and Goat don't you dare touch that chickadee, or else I will stop scratching....lol...as usual you bring a smile to my day....
This one I wrote, and it's ok, passed the save button...lol..
enjoy....
Miz
Curtains of lace
She was a precious angel
With her hair of golden hues
Always smiling and laughing
That was all she knew to do
Until a cold unforgotten day
Words and fists at her flew
Breaking her strength
Her soul was torn in two
The angel no longer existed
Never to smile again
Only longing for the darkness
The comfort of the cold rain
Finally at dawn one early morn
She became an angel once more
When her life on earth was ended
With one final throw at the door
A precious angel existed again
Her smile as bright as the sun
Becoming a protector of the weak
The unprotected, innocent ones
Her words could be heard to them
In the still and silence of the night
While they sat up alone
Long after the fights
Wipe your tears precious one
Put a smile upon your face
Don’t hide it forever
Behind tears of lace
The time has now come
Your stronger then you know
Get up, get out, and become free
I will be beside you as you go…..
Miz...2005 | |
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Posted: 2/26/2005 1:06:16 PM | | Good one Miz! And thanks Goatsmell! I enjoy your petry also. And I love your barn. | |
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Posted: 2/26/2005 5:02:23 PM | Storm
The whir of the wind bellowed against the house,
The shadows danced back and forth in the moonlight,
Across the room scurried a little mouse,
Into the baseboard and out of sight.
In the distance I heard thunder rumble,
And rain began to pelt against the window,
Mother nature made me feel so humble,
Just a blade of grass we are for her to mow.
A chill surged quickly up my spine,
A cold sweat gathered upon my skin,
Trickling down my face in a line,
The room now seemed to close in.
Fear is your worst enemy,
When you’re alone in the dark,
When shadows are all you see,
And across the sky lightning does spark.
Your imagination, your eyes can trick,
You think you see things that aren’t there,
Heart pounding, in your throat it does stick,
Your fears now out in the open, laid bare.
The rhythm of the rain now slows,
Storm slowly fading as they will do,
And with it the fear now goes,
Thunder rumbles dawdling to a few.
I can hear only the plip, plops,
Of water hitting the wet ground,
As the rain finally stops,
But the darkness is still around.
The storm is now gone,
In the calm I sit,
Mother nature now done,
With her little weather fit.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/26/2005 8:39:45 PM | Justin
November thirteen, the year two thousand four,
You did your duty as Marines know best,
Amidst the conflict, known the as the Iraqi war,
Your soul was ultimately put to the test.
While doing your job, out on combat patrol,
You received a signal, possibly an explosive device.
You located the device, radio frequency type control,
And yelled back to fellow Marines “run for your life.”
Knowing your life was one, no one could save,
You threw yourself upon the device in the ground,
Mortally wounded, for fellow man, life you gave,
For you, Marine, taps sadly, but proudly does sound.
You’ve done your duty Justin, job well done,
Honor and loyalty, to family and Corps,
But regret that your life only numbered one,
The ultimate sacrifice, the sad expense of war.
Rest in peace.
Dedicated to Lcpl. Justin Ellsworth
Semper Fi,
Cpl. Scott L. McPherson(A.K.A. Kobold)
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Posted: 2/26/2005 9:27:47 PM | P-38 Ghost
I’ve been dead for quite some time, but nightly take to the skies,
Roar of the twin engined devil, my P-38 Lightning flies.
In a battle of life and death, two aces in the air,
Caught a bullet from my enemy, plane spiraled in despair.
My beloved P-38 Lightning, into the ground crashed,
Unsuspected outcome, of my aerial clash.
But I had no desire to leave, I so love to fly,
My pride and joy, my Lightning, take to the sky.
Dogfights and duels, with old enemies like me,
Fight our aerial battles, until the sun comes up anew.
Locked forever in battle, wings of glory for the few,
Rattle of our cannons, ghost bullets our aircraft spew.
So in my haunted realm, my reality, I never see the ground,
At night listen closely, and you’ll hear the twin engines sound.
No pearly gates for me, my heavens at the stick,
Of my P-38 Lightning, soaring through clouds thick.
~Kobold~
Based on true story from once restricted military documents | |
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Posted: 2/27/2005 8:55:54 AM | Greetings all. Happy Sunday! The sun has made an appearance here in Toon Town and I should be out there greeting it -- with pants on, of course. But first...
Miz...beeyootiful writes there. Bless your heart for bringing it to the barn. Thanks, eh. And, no, I cou;dn't find the pellets for pellet rifle and it's kinda illegal to discharge a firearm (or even a measly pellet gun) here in the city, so the bird will live. And all his relatives he brought today as well will live. You have four poems on the go now? Cool...wil we be seeing them soon? Here, maybe? I hope so.
Kobold...a fine poetic triple play there. I expecially like the one about the fork-tailed devil...the ghost P-38. I have a book around here...God knows where it is, though...about the P-38. Interesting book, too. Interesting poem as well and thanks for choosing the barn to post it. Also, RIP Lance Corporal Ellsworth. Excellent tribute, Kobold.
Well...what do I have here on this potentially (and very likely to be) lazy Sunday? I have two...yes, TWO..poems. They're short and they respresent the mood I was in and the mood I might be in later on. Sundays mean preparation and reflection days for me. It's my own little religion of navel-gazing. I found a ballpoint pen in there once when I was really looking in my bellybutton. True story.
Here we go:
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A Tremulous Half-Moment
Collapse like a fish on the beach
That too-cloying water just out of reach
Dance with sure destruction
Just for a moment
Make sure you feel it and let that world get dim
And then flop into the sea again
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After breakfast, this one came to me:
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A Breakfast Tip – (Or: Don’t Eat At Denny’s)
Try not to eat raw bacon
The potential worms may leave you quakin’
If you do, top it off with a strong brew
Beer or very strong coffee will do
And all the horror, in time, will pass
In the form of dire rumbling and wicked gas
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The coffee there was so strong and bitter there this morning that I think I can see dead people now. Or at least I can smell them. Or they could be unwashed Teamsters. It's too soon to tell.
Okay..I've said too much. See ya'll later, eh. | |
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Posted: 2/27/2005 9:40:23 PM | Reaper
I am the Reaper, the harvester of the soul,
I rip them out of your body, and swallow them whole.
I live for misery and pain, my calling card,
When I take your soul, and body discard.
I’m known by another name, the Shadow of Death,
There waiting for you, when you take your last breath.
In pestilence and war, I reign supreme,
Putting in overtime, as people die and scream.
People try to cheat me, silly fools they be,
But in the end I win, there’s no escape from me.
I am the master, skillful in my trade,
Reaping what was sown, in one swipe of my blade.
I will always be, from me you can’t run,
I will be there, when your hearts beating is done.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/28/2005 6:22:48 AM | Good Morning all...
I haven't been on much because my mouse has decided to be bad and not work properly...grrr..lol
Thanks as always for your comments Goat,I was wondering, does anyone ever say anything bad about poems posted?...lol
Well yes I have four on the go, I think I have another to post, not sure...let me check my files and see what I can come up with...well after ten minutes of struggling with the mouse, I have found this one....have to add some brightness to the barn, that seems to be what I do best.....thanks all for reading....
Kobold keep up the wonderful works,your poems surround the mind and make us think, where as I feel mine surround the heart and make us feel....that is a good combination for the barn I think anyway....
And Goat, well yours always makes us laugh....luv ya guys....
Outshines the sun
Like the rose with its petals
So delicate and new
I fell in love with your smile
And the thought of me and you
I love your beautiful smile
That radiates stronger then the sun
Your heaven is showing to me
Falling in love after the first one
Don’t question my feelings
You’re so beautiful, strong and free
I may be crazy, or just lost in you
Feeling this way when you smile at me
Allow me to be the only one
That makes you smile so bright
When you’re smiling at me my love
Everything becomes all right
Come be with me forever
I’ll show you a life of wonders and fun
My love for you will never waiver
When your smile outshines the sun......
Mizbehavin | |
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Posted: 2/28/2005 9:46:44 AM | | To think, feel, and laugh? I believe it's a very good combination for the barn. Thanks Miz! | |
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Posted: 2/28/2005 1:15:24 PM | I agree with Kobold...Miz your writings are absolutely touching and kobold wow, your writing is awesome!
As for my "Ditty goat!" I added a new one in my thread of poems...you know where it is...I am missing you lots and still enjoy reading your poems, they make me laugh as well some you write are very touching! I am still battling the flu/cold and it has weakened my spirit! My spark is gone and I am hoping to regain it soon! I just wanted to say hello to all my peeps in the barn and may your day be filled with joy, happiness, and love! Loving you all in here! Time for me to lay back down! Goat can you come up with a poem for "Buckley's" That has got to be the worse medicine all around, it tastes horrible, and smells terrible like old socks or something and I cannot believe we have to swallow this! Ugghhh! Just took a tablespoon of it! I will when the time is right! Come up with something about this "Yuckley's Buckley's!"  | |
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Posted: 2/28/2005 5:37:54 PM | I'd just like to say, that I'm not bitter. Been long over it! Just stating a fact.
WTF
I was married to satan, this much I must say,
Took everything I had, took it away.
Left me to ponder, what I had done,
Told me it was my fault, I was the one.
Gave all I could, she took it and more,
She gave nothing in return, threw me out the door.
I am to blame, yes it takes two,
Before a relationship, is really through.
To do it again, with her I wouldn’t,
If you knew her too, you’d say I shouldn’t.
Yes I was married to satan, again I must say,
Only choice being her or a man, I’d rather be gay.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/28/2005 6:43:49 PM | Writing
The paper before me lies blank and white,
And thoughts mass in my head,
The written word seems nowhere in sight.
Seems the writer in me is dead.
Pen in hand, I sit and stare,
While trying to discern my thought,
Paper still lies white and bare,
My thinking all for naught.
Putting pen to paper, I begin to write words,
Random sentences are all that come out,
But everything that comes out seems absurd,
So I sit back in my chair and pout.
Long in thought, blocking out all sound,
Concentration shapes a vision in my mind.
Like a tidal wave, now ideas abound,
Thoughts and words now combined.
The white fiber fills with black ink,
Words flow to the paper fast,
Quickly the blank space does shrink,
My work is now cast.
It’s a feeling I love, to look down and see,
All the work that I’ve done, come to a head,
This is what I do, this is the real me,
The writer in me after all, isn’t dead.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/28/2005 7:26:39 PM | Sunset
Across a darkening horizon, the clouds glow like embers from a fire.
Red, yellow, orange, and white against blue, set a canvas I do so admire.
The sun was setting in the western sky, giving off a brilliant color show.
The light now retreating from the land, the moon in the east began to glow.
Such a beautiful vision, lay now before me, for all the world to see,
A landscape as such, a tapestry, a dream, to set ones mind free.
All the crickets, once seemingly quiet, sang their little songs of delight,
While the lightning bugs, hidden in the grass, now lit up and took to flight.
A serenade of mother nature, like a celebration to defy,
The loss of light upon the land, as the sun dipped out of the sky.
Night has now beset the land, another world will now unfold,
But being that, as it may, is yet another story to be told.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 2/28/2005 7:52:26 PM | Hello all. Good to see you in here. I've had guests today? Cool. I guess they came back in after the cleaners got done with this place last night.
Hey Kobold...another good collection of poems. I don't know how you do it -- I can barely come up with one a day and they aren't the best. I sure liked the writing one...been there a few hundred thousand times myself. I have a ton of things lost in the Land of Procrastination, you can bet the house on that. Thanks again. You balance out my mediocrity with your masterful rhymes, pardner.
Miz....hello there. You definitely brightened up the barn...lovely. It's like it's been Febreezed. And, no...no one says anything bad about poems here. Personally, I haven't met a poem I didn't like. There are some that leave me flat or confused, but I like 'em fine. I do prefer the off-beat type of thing or the sharp, pointed type of poetry -- but there are some that take me away in spite of myself. Poetry is an excellent way to exercise the mind, draw connections that you didn't know existed. Poems are similie farms, metaphor gardens. There was a time I didn't quite understand or like poetry and that time wasn't too long ago. Now I respect anyone who can craft a poem, keep it tight and give it rhythm.
Short answer: I like poetry and poets just fine.
(Love your poetry, by the way)
Charming...Dittygoat has heard you and has obeyed (which is really rare for me in both cases, because I've spent all day tuning people out and doing my own thing). I hope you get better soon. I have read through a few things in your thread and you let those words tumble out like a waterfall, a great roaring thing that I can't think over and often feel like I'm hurtling over them in a barrel.
I have fond memories of Buckley's...sort of:
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Ol’ Mr. Buckley and His Magic Mix
Pine-needle stew, laced with camphor
Looks like jism or prepackaged bull semen
A teaspoon of that will guarantee
You will taste nothing else for an hour
It’s drinkable Vicks Vap-O-Rub
But just barely drinkable
It feels like fire if you shoot it through your nose
You’ll reject it like a bad organ
But as sure as God’s got sandals
It tastes awful – and it works
But you won’t
At least not properly for a little while
Get some sleep, brush your teeth
And after a few doses of Buckley’s Mixture
You might feel better
But you’ll never look a pine tree in the face again
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The only thing that tastes worse than Buckley's is haggis. Well, that or a cat's ass -- never tried cat's ass though.
Take care of yourself, Charming. Goodnight, Poet Kobold, Delightful Miz, John-Boy and Mary-Sue...whups...I mean the rest of the POF people. Even the lurkers. Goodnight, eh. | |
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Posted: 2/28/2005 10:03:53 PM | Lurkers????????
You make it sound so . . . .so . . . .. . . . . so DIRTY.
Ick. I can't get this label offa me. Oof.
Wow. A lurker. Give a goat a friendly pat on the rump every now and then, and you're branded with a label for life.
A lurker.
*sigh*
At least he didn't call me a perv for those friendly pats.
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Posted: 3/1/2005 4:43:48 AM | I don't guess I have ever experienced Buckleys...I still have nightmares about Creomulsion though...(or however you spell you it...I tried to stay as far away from that bottle as I could when I was a child... that dark syrupy stuff..in the bottle with clear glass bottle with pictures of kids on it...at my grandmothers house...it was probably left from when my mom was a kid...or at least that was how I felt when I saw the old timey bottle...the all too pink faces of the kids on it.... I think that is the reason why I don't eat black licorice today...and never have...not sure why I associate the two...be it the color or the taste....but that bottle was certainly a reason to "not be sick"...ugh....
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Posted: 3/1/2005 6:07:03 AM | Had an AWESOME weekend
Down here we are just starting Autumn
MARLIN SEASON
We have one of the biggest competitions in the World down here
Took my little boat 18ft called "Stinkpot" out in it
Heres my little darling chugging along beside multimillion dollar game boats
Had a ball
Actually was Ahead on points after First day
Second day was a lot different
If you like Fishing Goat Theres a poem about it in my thread
Ill save you a Wahoo Steak | |
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Posted: 3/1/2005 1:09:36 PM | So true Goat on the buckleys! A job well done, now I may never want to look at another buckleys again but it does work and it is so true! I love it (the poem, not the syrup)!
Here I am feeling weak
Another day, and night
Curling up on my couch
Blanket covering me
Sleeping all these hours
I still feel yucky
And know in time
The rest will help me
Boxes of kleenex by my bedside
Garbage can nearby
I keep praying for that cure
And today I am better
Than the past week has gone
More rest, fluids, and loving
Will chase this bug away!
Back to resting I go, starting to go crazy kinda like that saying. "You Jamaica me crazy!" Oh I need to get out and about for the room is feeling stuffy! Being sick has one down fall, I have way too much time on my hands to be thinking! Uggghh! One good thing about all this, is that it gives me time to reflect back and make the necessary changes!
Nice to see you all here today with your fine work of art! Loving you all in the barn today and Goat your barn looks great! | |
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Posted: 3/1/2005 6:14:12 PM | Evening all. Another day done and survived.
Agent... you? A lurker? Nah..I was referring to the hordes of people (and they may only exist in my imagination) that haven't signed onto POF and just wander by and read the forums. Them's the folk I was saying howdy to. You might want to use some turpentine to get that label offa your person. Get good and drunk first, though.
Sukari..sorry to dredge up those memories of yours. It sounds like the same kind of thing as Buckley's Mixture only with a "yummy" licorice flavour. Same effect...it's a simple chemical diversion to keep the kids from dwelling on their illnesses. Devious, ennit? Good to see you here again, by the way. Missed ya.
Longte...another person I've been wondering about. You're on! Get a Wahoo Steak ready for me, pardner. I's a-coming to git it. First I'll check out that poem of yours. Good to see you again, ye olde Marlin Fighter.
Charming...still sick? More Buckley's? I'm they sell it by the two-litre bottle if you want to just pound back a gulp or two. Guh..the thought just made my stomach hitch a bit. It takes an awful lot for this stomach to hitch, I tell you. Rest up those bones, darlin'. A good belt of scotch always eased the flu for me, but it's a matter of personal taste. Be kind to yourself, too.
Alrighty...what do I have? Lessee...I think I left it in the root cellar. Be right back:
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Goatskin Rug
Comfortable in my own skin; easing into my old self
This grand, old carcass still works
Despite the punishment it’s suffered and the neglect it found
Tinges of grey here and there; crowsfeet when I smile
A deepening, settling thing barbed with a regret or two
Hung around my neck like a charm
Scars hang upon it like odd portraits hung in a gallery
Each one a story in itself; never quite healed up and haired over
There’s always room for more
It creaks and new aches come along
Like strangers, each with their own irks and gifts
Passing through in fits and starts -- sturm unt drang
Bent like a willow, arched like an oak, solid as a mountain
Small as a speck, relaxed in mortality
Walking softly without shoes
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Yup, thet thar whut it is thet is...(ahem) excuse me...
There we go. Dunno where that came from. I must be getting old and introspective. I actually pulled a muscle (or it could have been fat) moving file boxes. I ain't a young goat anymore, I reckon.
Well..g'night peoples. Line up for your deep-tissue lickins and I'll get to you tomorrow. | |
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Posted: 3/1/2005 8:55:49 PM | Nonconformist
Disconnected as a whole,
Far from the norm,
Kind of a dark soul,
The calm before the storm.
Quiet most the time,
Stoic as it were,
A creature of nighttime,
Innocence, my lure.
My mind always in thought,
Deep there within,
Of things that I have wrought,
And put upon my own spin.
I drive a different road,
But I’m happy that I do,
To conform would erode,
Myself and all I hold true.
Never, ever try to be,
What other people say,
Set aside being trendy,
And let conformity decay.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/2/2005 6:30:01 AM | Good Morning all....
Well another day, another cold day...sigh
oh well what can we do?, well I thought I would post this poem, you might get a kick out of it Goat...
Charming, hope your feeling better hun, you can fight it....your friends are praying you will get better soon....
Kobold as always good write, I have written poems about society also, thinking you should be one way and only that way....keep it up, I always look forward to reading your work...
Goat love the last one, I to get days where I feel so much older then I actually am...I was just thinking how fast the years go by when you get older...sigh what are we to do?
Hope all is well in the barn, it is looking mighty fine, see my hay bale is still there for me so thats good..
take care enjoy!!!!
You stole
my heart so fast
I barely caught my breath
I feel like angels
have picked me up
and taken me for a dance.
The dance two hearts
will share
when feelings are so strong
a dance of love
and life as one
the pleasure of it all
when you say
hello sweet thing
my knees get so weak
I long to feel
the passion, pleasure
we so often speak
wishing to have
the day come near
where you will show
your touch,lips
and smile so sweet
my thoughts always go
I imagine our
clothes upon the floor
waiting for the end
where you show
me love and pleasure
and take me around the bend
making me high
and needed
the way a woman should feel
so baby get
yourself prepared to lose
and proceed to deal...
STRIP POKER ANYONE?....lol....
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/2/2005 5:03:38 PM | thanks hun...something different....
I am keeping the really naughty ones back...sorry sensual ones....lol
I so enjoy coming here and writing, I am not sure why, but I guess because I feel comfortable....
thanks
Well off to watch tv then bed, have a headache/earache combo happening and let me tell you not a good feeling....
nighters all....
hugsssssss
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/2/2005 5:08:08 PM | Here thought I would add a poem....
night
Crossroads...
I stand at a cross roads
wondering what way to turn
should I follow my heart
and risk the never ending burn
the burn I seem to get
when I choose with my heart
never following the right road
that my head says to depart
Is all love lost to me
or can I break this chain
can I go on down the road
and try to love again
should I take the risk,the chance
to find forever love with you
what road should I take today
tell me anyone, what should I do?
I long to embrace you in my arms
and hold you ever so tight
so I travel down the shortest road
to be with you tonight
I finally know that travelling this road
that has scared me for so long
will always lead me to your love
and the place where I know I belong.....
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/2/2005 6:45:21 PM | Special charming (((HUGS))) for you Miz...love your writing above the other...very nice...all your poems are great and thank you kobold for yours (((HUGS))) and of course my best of (((hugs))) for the ole ditty goat! Thank you all for praying for me because right now I really need it! Things have become in an uproar this week! Being on my sick bed does not give me that energy to fight back but they better look out because I am feeling better today! See you all around and next time I hope I come with a poem!
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lol, Good write Miz.