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Posted: 3/2/2005 6:52:11 PM | A little bedtime poem. Sleep well 
Werewolf
With its eyes narrowed and nostrils flared,
It lifted its head to take in the scent,
Across the road, into windows it stared,
Then quietly across the road, it went.
It was covered with fur,
From its head to its paws,
Of the color white, so pure,
And had large teeth in its jaws.
Like a wolf it was,
But stood like a man,
Hands with sharp claws,
Quickly it ran.
Its need for food had driven it here,
Hunger making its stomach growl,
It, for man, had no known fear,
So it continued its deathly prowl.
It came upon a dog on a chain,
Without hesitation, it did attack,
The dog made a short yelp of pain,
As it became the creatures little snack.
A woman came out the door,
She had heard her dog cry,
Not satisfied, he wanted more,
So now it was her turn to die.
From groin to sternum she was split,
From one thrust of its claws,
Into her warm body it bit,
With its powerful vise-like jaws.
She hadn’t time to scream,
His attack was so quick,
On the ground her blood steamed,
So warm, red, and thick.
Her corpse, it did ravage,
Stripping flesh from its bone,
A feeding frenzy so savage,
From a beast as cold as stone.
It howled, with its head lifted high,
Its meal was over and done,
With a full moon still in the sky,
Off into the shadows, it did run.
The crackling of brush faded away,
Peace once more, came to the neighborhood,
But the remnants on the ground, still lay,
The werewolf gone, but not for good.
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Posted: 3/2/2005 7:27:13 PM | Brianna
Her smile brightens my darkest day,
My little cherub from above,
With her playful and needy way,
In which she shows her love.
When on her face, trickle the tears,
My heart drops and breaks in two,
I am there to wash away her fears,
And let her know that I love her too.
She has taught me about true love,
I thought I knew it before,
Then this little angel from above,
Showed me that there was more.
I will always be there for her,
There’s no question in my mind,
No matter what, when, or where,
When she needs, there, me, she will find.
All she has to do is ask, “Daddy……….?”
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/2/2005 8:07:37 PM | Hell
The lake of fire, burning red and so hot,
The d*mned scream in anguish and pain,
Souls tortured and twisted as if into knots,
Down, the brimestone, falls like rain.
Tormented souls languish in the fire,
Your worst fears, there you will find,
Paying for their evil and earthly desires,
A scene far too incomprehensible, for the mind.
Death, they thought, was the end,
But it’s only the beginning,
Into Hell, they did descend,
And pay for all their sinning.
With that, the mind does wonder,
If living, after all, was really a gift,
And leaves you to think and ponder,
If for your mistakes, in the lake of fire you’ll drift.
It seems, for death, you have a choice too,
The choice is made while you are living,
It is all up to you and only you,
The reward, the Lord, to you, will be giving.
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Posted: 3/2/2005 8:33:54 PM | Evenin' all. Been one-a them days.
Kobold...great stuff! Where do you get the energy and creativity to put down such great words? Man, I wish I could do that. Amazing, Kobold, truly amazing. I am in awe. Thanks for bringing them to the barn.
Miz...you surprise me as well. Such depth, deviousness and delight in every one of your posts -- sometimes all three in one poem. This barn wouldn't be the same without your deft poetic touch. Bless your heart, dear. And you have other, naughtier poems? Hmm...I'm mildly intrigued. Make that deeply interested...hurm...
Charming! Good to see you. Still kickin', are ya? Good. Hugs right back atcha and get well. We'll keep the barn warm for you.
I'm disppointed to say I have only a mere haiku to add to the mix tonight. I'll tuck it in after Kobold's masterful poems. I think work is sucking my will to live today. Maybe I should start sucking back? Something to think about:
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There be old dragons
Lurking beyond my vision
Keeping me busy
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Splap! Plep! Another one hits the ground.
Okay...I shall return tomorrow. Excellent poems in here tonight. I'm in very good company here..thanks you guys. G'night, eh. | |
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Posted: 3/3/2005 12:56:33 AM | Hello, Goat and other Goat-lings ! Been lurking out in the cold the past few days, and thought I'd poke my head in. Now, I just have to find a ten-foot high patch of dry hay to luxuriate in (what's that on the ground?-- phew ! almost stepped in it). Ah, there we go...
Since this is a dating site, it would be appropriate, I suppose, to begin with a poem on that theme...
TO MAGGIE, BETWEEN DATES
The bulb vanishes, flaring
across the room your smiles;
they twist and fade.
I'm holding the darkening air,
become the comedian yesterday
trying to pull back
the departed sun above
the incessant waves, the sky's
remaining light all
your stapled heat now
too long past.
That was to my ex-wife while we were courting 20 years ago.
Cheers to all
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Posted: 3/3/2005 3:49:04 AM | "There be old dragons
Lurking beyond my vision"
Yes... Maybe there are Days when we Dragons feel Quite Old
Especially when we hav'nt fed, apon a Knight so Bold
But LURKING..... Never Lurking.... we're there for All to see
We're the colours of the Sunset... where ever you may be
We're the Glimmer as the Dying Sun, prepares to go away
We're the Shimmer in the Dawning,... Start of each new day
When the Thunder Roars.... And Lightning Fills the sky
You know that there are Dragons.. Quickly flying by
We're the Consience of the Human Race... We say this with our words
But Lurking..... for a Dragon... its really quite Absurd
For we Dragons are of Awesome Size.... Or so the Legends say
So where could we be Lurking???? .... Behind a Bale of Hay???
Maybe we are Lurking behind a 4 X 4
Waiting for a meal to wander through the door
Perhaps a Dragons Lurking on the Chimney Way up high
For surely you remember.... we Dragons Love to Fly
So Thankyou for your Haiku.... It filled my mind with words
But Lurking for a Dragon.......It really is Absurd
Sorry Goat
Just couldnt resist it
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Posted: 3/3/2005 5:25:29 AM | Good Morning All...
Kobold, simply amazing, it is wonderful how you can change from dark, to sweet, shows you have a deep passionate heart....keep up the wonderful writes, I enjoy your work...
Goat...mmm what can I say, your words always encourage me, and help me be stronger and more confident with my writes, thanks....and yes I do have more tempting ones, I will share one today, still tame enough for now..
Longte, as always your one of my favorite poets on here, I can just see you find a topic and have the words flow out so easily, I enjoy reading your works and always want more...
Charming....thanks hun...your words are the strong holds in my heart that keep me writing...
Here is one I wrote last year....
PIECE OF HEAVEN
Fingers slowly caress
trailing down my spine
leaving tingles in there wake
your caress feels so devine
Soft music playing
lights down low
candle flames flicker
bathing me in there glow
Scents of lilacs fill the room
making me sigh
enveloping my senses
floating me up high
Slowly I feel your fingers
work magically and tease
all my tension and pain
begin to ease
My body relaxes
at the feel of your touch
baby your my piece of heaven
I need you so much....
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Posted: 3/3/2005 1:00:31 PM | Another day! Another new lesson! What a wonderful day it is today! Good afternoon to all my peeps in here and more beautiful writings! Hello there my "Ditty Goat!" Special Charming (((HUGS))) for each and everyone of you! I do feel better today and tonight it is back to the ole straw of working. I pray this does not knock me down because I am beginning to feel better. As I know when you first get well than back to being that busy bee can indeed bring that bug back if I do not still take care of me! I plan to rest properly and not take on too much at work for now until I can say my health is definitely back! Welcome Rory and thank you for sharing your writing with us! I like the way you entered the barn! Great sense of humor all ready, got to love that right off the bat! Look out and your bale of hay will always be there when you decide to come back in! Longt, what can I say your poetry always touches my heart! I will continue loving your poetry! miz and kobold, you know I love you both too and your wonderful art of poetry!
Singing high, singing low
My heart goes to you
Your tears are falling
My tissue will catch them
I love you dearly
And ask to hug you
Your body trembling
I hung on to you
You felt much better
So please come to me
And do not take this on
Without my love, support, or nurturing
Because in my world
You will always be the one
Who remains closest to me
You are my best friend!
Charming
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Posted: 3/3/2005 4:20:34 PM | here is my hand at a haiku....
Salty Water.......
seas bring together
oceans keep you apart
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Posted: 3/3/2005 7:14:58 PM | Evening peoples...good to see ya'll here. The day was a bit of a bore, but I managed to muddle through it in one piece. Well, maybe two pieces -- but I left the other one at work.
Rory...welcome and that was one heck of a fine entry in the barn. I read it out loud a few times just to hear the beat of the words. Following the words was a hectic, sprawling thing too -- like playing Twister on a greasy escalator. I love having my little brain challenged like that. Good stuff, pardner. C'mon back any old time -- just watch your step. That last thing you almost stepped on was Carlos my waxing boy. I thought he quit last week? Well, I'll put him in the bag and put him out for proper disposal.
Longte...I to try never lurk a gift-dragon in the mouth, much less lurk for them elsewhere. Yesterday was a day when all of last week's mistakes came home to roost like bitter lesbian chickens. It was interesting in a Chinese sense, to be sure. No need to apologize, I loved it. A more appropriate theme for last night's haiku should have been "There be Bear Traps". I always liked the phrase "Here Be Dragons" delicately printed on old maps. It made my imagination wander. Good to see you again, pardner.
Miz...a piece of heaven, to be sure. And the poem was absotively fine as well. Been a long time since I was touched like that and didn't have to pay a masseuse. I tried to do it myself, but it wasn't the same. Keep up the writes, dear. Being human means to use language, feel our feelings and share them with others. You're one of the most human people I know.
And speaking of human people...Charming! Feeling better, are ye? I loved your poem as well...stark, but not blunt; touching, but not syrupy. If you were here and could stand the smell, you'd get a patented "GoatSmell Hug". A wetsuit is optional, but to get the full effect of the hug I wouldn't recommend it. Afterwards, bathe in tomato juice to get rid of the smell. Love having you here and I do love seeing your words.
Sukari...a haiku tough enough to float the Gulf of Mexico. I always gave trouble with haikus, and many of my rambling spontaneous poems start of with haiku-intent -- but they end up as something else. Your's is small, powerful and memorable. There's always room for haikus here. Thanks, eh.
Well, well, well...what do I have in the old Tickle Trunk today? I dunno...let's go have a peek. It should be right under my copy of "Big 'Uns" here...
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And It Only Costs a Quarter
Life is like Donkey Kong – I mean, really, it is
A poor schmuck in overalls trying to climb as high as he can
To rescue a beautiful woman from a big, stinky ape
Only he never really gets to reach that goal
The moment he gets there -- that big, stinky ape takes her higher
And throws more sh*tin our hero’s way
I’m sure, eventually, a guy could get there, reach her hand
But he may find she’s developed Stockholm Syndrome for her captor
And she didn’t ask him to rescue her, he just assumed she needed to be freed
After all, she’s a free woman – free to choose her own suffering and life
How chauvinistic of him to even consider she needed a man to support her
Or she would let him down with a little more passivity – “It’s not you, it’s me”
There is a bright side to it all, when she goes away with that big, stinky ape
Our hero is suddenly so stark, raving free – free to choose his course in life
And he can choose to play anything he wants, including with himself
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This one started as a haiku, but it metastasised into what you see there. I'll let the freakshow poem live as it stumbled out, I suppose. It wouldn't be fair to not to.
Well, I really enjoyed reading the poems tonight. Man, you guys are really talented -- skillful, too. My neighbors must think I'm nuts reading poetry at the top of my lungs. They haven't complained yet...they may be afraid of me. Stranger things have happened.
Allrighty...good night ya'll. I'll catch you tomorrow. | |
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Posted: 3/3/2005 7:25:46 PM | Hey Goat, thanks. Working 10-12 hour days on technical stuff drains me. So to relax, I delve into the most artistic and restrained part of my life. In short, I love create-be it poem, song, music, or photgraphy. I'm glad you appreciate them.
Thanks Miz, yes-lol-I do have a sweet side. SHHHHHHH-don't let that get out-lol. I'm a ghoul by nature, love dark and scary stuff, but also the good side of human nature.
And thank you Charming. Glad you enjoy my little creations. Also glad to see you feeling better.
I do so love all of your creations in word-every last one. If it comes from the heart, as I believe does from all of you, they are masterpieces of the mind. Thanks for sharing them.
Ok, talked too much. Another little bedtime poem.
It!
It dwells in the nightmares of children,
Brought into existence from fables and tales.
There it waits from the real world, hidden,
And there during the night, the mind, it assails.
A black shadowy figure, so large as to block out all light,
Thunderously, it moves about in their dreams.
It torments the children and makes them dread the night,
And anything that is good at all, the creature blasphemes.
But it has learned a way to enter our world,
Through the mind of a child, a doorway,
The fine line between reality and dream now unfurled,
The nightmare, once a prison, now a pathway.
Into our realm it comes, wreaking havoc,
Freedom to unleash its horror, without restraint,
No one knowing that out of dreams it had snuck,
And that our sense of reality, it would forever taint.
Its existence defies all sense and sensibility,
And all that have faced it, are no more,
No matter what their age or their ability,
Apart and thrown about, their bodies, it tore.
Its never been caught, someone else always blamed,
For no one really believes in folklore,
It commits horrendous acts, some of them famed,
And will continue to do them and more.
It’s still out there, somewhere,
Maybe in the nightmare of a child near you,
And it again, will rip and tear,
And the act will be blamed on you.
But worse yet, it could come after you,
And you would know the true meaning of fear,
And apart, your body on the ground, strew,
As your flesh from its bone, it would shear.
Sleep tight!
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Posted: 3/3/2005 8:23:40 PM | Frozen
I feel the crisp winters air against my cheek,
My face turning numb from the cold,
My chance for survival now turning bleak,
Onward I must, onward I bold.
The wind whips up little snow cyclones,
As it blows across the open plain,
So cold, chilled to my bones,
So numb, and yet so much pain.
I must find shelter, I must find it now,
Snow falling fast and getting so deep,
If I don’t find it fast, I will succumb and bow,
And fall to an eternal sleep.
More and more slowly I go,
My feet beginning to feel like lead,
It’s so cold, colder than you know,
I’m afraid that soon I will be dead.
Farther I go, my eyes begin to freeze,
And now it’s getting hard for me to see,
Somebody, anybody, help me please,
This can’t really be happening to me.
I fall to my knees, my energy all spent,
I’m so numb, I can no longer fight,
All my hope gone, all hope I had lent,
So to sleep I go, goodbye and goodnight.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/3/2005 8:25:52 PM | snow is very cold
delicate, light and soft
beauty to behold
A person turned cold
hard to warm the heart within
rescued by a grin
loquats are green now
promising delicious fruit
to be eaten soon
old relationships
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Posted: 3/3/2005 9:32:29 PM | Well, it's good to drop into, or should I say, stumble through the barn again..... Thanks, Goat and charming, for the welcome.
Goat, I enjoy the wit and levity of your verse. Something always surprises me, in a GOOD way, when reading it
charming, your words and attitude radiate with a genuine warmth, I would even say bravely so in the face of adversity. When you speak of healing, just the act and art of creating words themselves is a great healing event. Bless you.
Kobold, powerful emotions at work in your words. I enjoy it very much. You seem quite prolific. Are these works on the go, or are they accumulated from the past?
Mizbehavin, I admire your vulnerability, and your art of making strong feelings felt in a direct, simple (but not simplistic) way.
Sukari, love the last haiku.
OK, another relationship poem......
IMAGINATION AND REALITY
I needn't have read
"A Midsummer Night's Dream" again
to know that imagination
can't be analyzed,
but I swear,
the fact of the matter is,
the round rain-filled pond
is your belly,
the falling leaves
showing branches and trunk
are your clothes dropping off,
and when the wind ebbs
it's your last sigh of pleasure
before sleep.
The exchange of verse. I love it. Keep well. Talk to you all soon.
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Posted: 3/3/2005 11:06:28 PM | "last week's mistakes came home to roost like bitter lesbian chickens"
How do you find such words???
So refreshing So enervating
I love them
And you just keep bringing out NEW ones all the time
This is a WONDERFUL thread and I really enjoy dropping in | |
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Posted: 3/4/2005 1:58:52 AM | I was reading someones profile just the other day
She only wants a Perfect Man.. That was all she'd say
So I thought Hard for thirty seconds, or maybe even more
To think of such a Perfect man to send out to her door
First he must be Handsome,... So that leaves me right out
Next he must be So polite.... And Never scream or shout
Next he must be Very Clean....In fact be Debonaire
When he takes you Dancing... He glides as if on air
His Attire should just be stunning ... nothing else would do
When he opens up his mouth, ... his teeth just Shine at you
He will simply "Love" your mother, and each one of your friends
He will love to do the housework... His qualities won"t end
Never will he go home Drunk, Smelling of the Beer
Martini's more his Style.... So long as You are there
He will want you with him... Parading down the Street
Holding hands and Laughing with all the friends you meet
He will write you poetry.... Verses just for You
For he's not afraid to let his feelings through
He will love you Dearly.... Much more than he can say
But when it comes to Sex .... I'm afraid you'll find he's Gay
Once more my profoundest apologies to ANYONE offended by this
I will go back to my Cave and Hide for a while I think
Anyone knowingly passing on to others the location of my cave will be Severely LURKED
I'll leave you to fix this one up Goat | |
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Posted: 3/4/2005 4:42:35 AM | Lmao, great tag line Longte-perfect. Great write!
Rory, thanks. Written on the go. I mainly like to write stories, but haven't really had the time.
But you write a short story in a poem-And that I started just recently.
Love the Barn-in the immortal words of Arnold.......I'll be back! | |
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Posted: 3/4/2005 5:28:22 AM | Good Morning All
Welcome Rory....sorry I didn't properly welcome you, been having a little fight with my mouse , so decided to take some time off.. Also been very restless, I think I need to hang out at the barn on my fav bale of hay, just to relax the mind and soul....
BUT WELCOME>>>>>>..pull up a bale, scratch the goats butt(he likes it, don't think he has had a good scratching in awhile...)....and share your wonderful words...
Thanks all for your comments, I love being here, there is just something that keeps bringing me back,(maybe I have an addiction to barn smells)...but I am glad I do, and I am glad that maybe one of my poems can touch someones life....
Here is a little teaser.....A different form of writing for me...
Anyone have a topic for me to write about?, lets see what I can create....thanks
Enjoy...hugssss......oh and Goat I promise I will bring a special treat next time I come, any requests?
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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Posted: 3/4/2005 5:41:17 AM | Well MiZ
heard a little rumour that youve got a few raunchy ones
tucked away under that innocent smile
We old Dragons dont mind proof reading them for you
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Posted: 3/4/2005 6:05:22 AM | The crowd, multiheaded, ravenous
Stood devouring itself, impatient for the show,
Since this is a poetry forum, I thought I should cough up an original I just wrote. I hope you all like it. If you do, I have poems on 2 other threads in this forum.
The Hanging
Jostling, screaming, spitting, shoving, oblivious
To pathos, immune to fear, all aglow
With drama and death and the splay
Of distended limbs, thrilled to know
A man is being hanged today.
Expecting the stink of death:
Urine, feces, sweat and bile;
Last words given with dying breath,
Last sight this public spectacle vile.
The black-clad hangman gives a bow
And blows kisses at pretty girls,
While the crowd screams "NOW!!"
And rotten fruit at the convict hurls.
The priest mouths an unheard prayer
Just before the quick drop and crunch,
And now the man is dancing on air
While priest and hangman go have lunch. | |
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Posted: 3/4/2005 6:25:36 AM | well done and welcome...
Longte...not raunchy, I don't think I could ever be that...lol...to sweet and innocent I am
well here you go...not my usual ryhming poem...lol..
I feel you there before you touch my skin
a shiver alerts your presence
my body warms,skin feeling alive
my temperature is rising fast
You close the distance
encircle me in your arms
strong, confident, secure
leaning back I await your kiss
Slowly you tease my lips
flicking your tongue across
I want so much more
but your teasing never stops
Pulling away I turn to you
grabbing your shirt
before you know whats happening
buttons are flying everywhere
I need to feel your strong chest
your heart beat for me
leaning in I kiss your heat
and savor the treasure I have found
Can't take no more
want your body next to me
need to feel your heat and strength
want to claim what's mine
Clothes are shed
with abandoned hurry
dishes are flying everywhere
our bodies unite as passion unfolds
screams, moans, heavy breathing
scents of lovemaking fill the room
silence remains between two souls
as we bask in our heated pleasure...
Miz
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Posted: 3/4/2005 8:30:29 PM | Evening all. Another day at the ol' salt mines. Well, that and a beer or two to kill the taste of said salt. So, how're we doing around here tonight? Yeah? Sure looks like a lot of quality poems here from some quality people.
Kobold...again, you stun and amaze me. I get my inspiration from 8 or so hours of dead-boring desk work...I swear it's brain fertilizer. Lately it hasn't been doing all that well, since my brain feels a little sterile. Soon I'll have that old bike up and running and a lot of hard exercise will jar something loose -- I hope. Excellent writes, sir! Actually, your "Frozen" poem reminded me of a few -60 degree nights in the Yukon. Went through a lot of wood that winter...brrr..
Sukari...haikus everywhere. You sure can turn out some nice words, dear. Absolutely lovely...and the last one I know all too well. Try to
Rory...good to see you again. Glad to see the smell didn't deter you from coming back. And, man, I love that poem...it ain't reality that is what's most often seen, but one's own perceptions. Well, that;s my mangled way of saying something that someone else said more eleoquently a long time ago. And there I mangled it up again. Words aren't my friend tonight. Love the poems, Rory. Keep 'em coming, pardner.
Longte...I can't remember where that phrase about bitter lesbian chickens came from. Words seem to find me rather than me going and looking. And that poem...heh heh heh. That is a stroke of genius. I was thinking much the same thoughts as I saw the emergence of Metrosexual Man here in Saskatoon. Redneck Man and Horribilus Stinkus will have to watch their unwashed behinds for fear of Metrosexual Man taking all the women. Scary. It's always good to see you here, Longte.
Miz...grrrrowlll. You continue to amaze me and you still have the time to write something to put the starch back in my linguini. Very nice, very alluring. I suddenly wish I had a strong chest, but all I have are gravy-stained man boobs. I suppose I shouldn't have written that, since it'll hurt my marketability on this site. Oh, darn. You are an artist, Miz and it is so good to see you here in this barn. I swear, it's getting classier every day.
Avatar...welcome and you've done an excellent job. I hung on every word...geddit? Seriously, it was great! Action, rhythm and lunch after....I can't ask for anything more. I wish I could write 'em like that.
All I have to offer is this:
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Brain Farts Don’t Smell, But They Do Suck
I ain’t got nothing in my head
It’s like my synapses are dead
And that once-thoughtful cerebellum
Isn’t doing all that wellum
I struggle and try to create some verse
The more I strain, the poem becomes worse
Even after a lubricating beer
The words are sparse, I fear
I think it may be due to too much paper
And not giving enough time to my capers
After all, the brain is not a toy
All work and no play makes me a dull boy
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Spike that beastie in the endzone and roll around in the astroturf...well, it wasn't good. Ah, well. A poem a day keeps the boredom away, or at least it dulls it a little.
Well, I'll try for something good tomorrow. G'night you crazy kids. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/4/2005 9:17:34 PM | A suggestion was made to me that I might want to scratch the Goat's butt since he "likes it", but I've read enough to know said quadruped would be inclined to emit noxious vapors in this event, so I must respectfully decline.........
Goat , you undervalue your verse. Anyone who can rhyme "cerebellum" with "wellum" gets my Good Barnkeeping Seal Of Approval. Yes, on imagination/reality, it's interesting to hear people defend their "reality", or the Truth.
Mizbehavin, great to see a positive sex poem. I'll dredge up some of mine in a while. (Not to worry, Kobold, there's dark stuff, as well.)
Avatar000, I enjoyed your addition. It recalls to me the "banality of evil", a haunting phrase. It also reminds me of a short story, I forget the author, I believe called "The Lottery" about a public stoning. Don't know if you've read it.
longte, so THAT'S the ever-elusive Perfect Man.
OVER THE CAUSEWAY UNDISSECTED
The bunched white tongue
of cloud protracting
in patient munificent splendour
out the mountains
above the sweeping detritus
and aborted spurts on ground,
I wonder if it be soaring root
or unsubstance, sight-sensed, what-it-is. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/5/2005 5:55:25 AM | Good Morning Barn Stragglers...
Ahhh Goat, I think your fine the way you are, as always you made me smile, your personality and your charm are the key factors for me being here...your words touch me and help me continue.....Linguini?....I have heard many names for it but thats a new one..lol...I have one more erotic poem..will keep it for another day...but will share something as always today...Never change Goat, I like you the way you are.....xoxo
Rory..thanks for your kind words, what comes out of me is all about love and pain....emotions and feelings of the heart...ask me to try and do dark like Kobold and can't do it....we all have our talents....mine is to add the love back into the stinky barn...lol
Kobold you continue to amaze me....I have to get my mind going, but so far this year I have created about 35 poems...so I think I am doing ok..lol, if I keep this up will be over the one hundred mark..
Longte....you didn't read my poem or you were at a loss for words, but would like to hear your thoughts on my"not so raunchy" poem..lol
Anyway have a good one, I will be around later on tonight, here is my addition to the barn for the day....
Calling me
The open road was calling me
Begging for me to travel
To jump into my old Cadillac
As my life began to unravel
I headed out the door again
With my old worn out case
In hopes that this time around
Your memories I would erase
Traveling down this winding road
Mind lost in thoughts of you
Hoping that someday this pain would end
And wondering what can I do
The sign says 100 miles
Till the nearest place to rest
No stopping for me this time
I have to put my mind to the test
My mind is swerving or is that the car
I am unable to tell
My heart is pounding so loud
My head begins to swell
Feelings are rushing out like the rain
In a sudden violent downpour
As I finally face the truth
And begin to close the door
A few more miles and I begin to calm
The same time as the rain
Symbolizing my success at last
In freeing me of the pain
This old brown suitcase upon the seat
Will travel this road no more
Or until the next time
You come knocking at my door……
Miz | |
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