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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/5/2005 4:44:13 PM | From way up North…. A Valley….. seems that she has come
A place that May be Broken…. A place of Midnight Sun
Where the Aurora Borealis, … Casts its spell at Night
She lets us read her words…. Lets us See her sight
She writes Tremendous poetry, and shares her Words with all
Surely she’d be welcome in any Great Kings Hall
Instead she comes to Visit,…. Playing in the Barn
Her words flow Free and Clear as she spins another Yarn
She never can be Raunchy, as raunchy is Defined
But a Hint of Sensuality comes Easy to her Mind
She will take Emotions, Open up our Hearts
Thankyou for your sharing,.. That is from My heart
Don't change a Thing
I'm VERY old fashioned about poetry
I have tried to write without Rhyming but just can't do it
For ME it just doesn't feel right so I rewrite it to make it Rhyme
But thats ME
Your poem Works Thats what we aim to do | |
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Posted: 3/5/2005 5:08:54 PM | Rory - I remember the tale of which you speak - The Lottery. I read that many years ago - and while I may have forgotten the details of the story, the jist has remained. Yikes.
And, before that loft dumps its hay on me (ya might wanna get the staff to look at that, Goatsmell - that loft is starting to look REALLY rickety), I'll join the lesbian chickens off in the corner and lay a haiku, too:
Eating pyrogies today
Tater and onion
Beware of bad breath later
And with a pat on the Goat's rump and a scratch between the ears before stopping at the conveniently placed handwash station (wow, your staff are GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), I'm outta here!!!!!! | |
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Posted: 3/5/2005 10:22:35 PM | Yup, the new cleaning staff is working out very well. They leave mints in the strangest places though...not that I mind.
Well, it's been a long night so pardon me if I don't reply to each of ya'll in turn tonight. Sorry, but I'll do that tomorrow.
Right now, I owe you fine people a poem. So pardon me while I feel a bit raunchy:
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A Buffet of Nastiness
(Or: I Wouldn't Pay For This Smorgasbord)
Tattoos on backfat is a sorry sight
I see them every time I go for wings
It is an unsettling plight
To see such appetite-suppressing things
Yet, my hunger is not totally curbed
By such displays of over-eager tattoos
After all there are twelve types of snacks
And ample quantities of booze
But, if I may query, why would a large woman
Get a tattoo of a weed-like rose
Stretched across the small (?) of her back
Not to mention the ring in her nose
Is this supposed to be sexy, a call to males
To notice her and to take her into the back seat
I haven't seen so much loose skin and fat
Since I went to KFC
Now I know I'm not the world's most handsome man
But I don't wear anything tight or tawdry
I don’t have any tattoos to speak of
And I always wear my dirty laundry
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Yup..inspired from the goings-on at the bar. The wings were good, but the scenery wasn't.
See you tomorrow morning, eh. | |
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Posted: 3/6/2005 5:56:10 AM | Good Morning to the barn....
Longte, you made my day hun, having that poem written from you, expressing how you feel about my poems, just made my day. Since being on this site , I have grown as a poet, and as a person, I enjoy sharing my works, in the hopes that one just might touch a persons life in some way....I have tried other forms of writing, most come out rhyming, I have the odd one that are words just written about how I had felt at the time, it works, but I like to rhyhm.....Thanks again Longte....
Hiya Agent,...I agree those hand washing stations are great, especially since we tend to scratch the goats butt....lol...Glad to see you amongst the hay, and I promise I won't look at you in the corner with the lesbians... ...Take care
Goat....sorry to hear your evening at the bar wasn't full of wonderful sights, maybe you should come to ontario, you might see something nice....lol...Hope you have a great day, as I usually do when I start off my mornings at the barn....
Here is my poem for the day.....an old one, but wanted to keep it light this morning....enjoy....
Online buddies
that's what we are
no matter where we live
the distance near or far
In the many chat rooms
friends we became
as we talked and laughed
not even knowing real names
Your not words on a screen
or a name in the crowd
my friend is who you are
and I feel very proud
You make me smile
and laugh so free
no matter what happens tomorrow
today you mean alot to me
We always know that here
amongst the laughter and fun
that friendship might not last
but for today you are one.......
Miz
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Posted: 3/6/2005 12:25:48 PM | Howdy-do. A fine day here in Saskatoony, though it is getting a bit too slushy out there.
Rory...that was a compact and powerful thing you wrote there. I get a little too windy at times with my verse, cuz it ain't terse, so it looks worse...er...sorry...I liked it. Thanks for posting it in the barn. You're a metaphor gardener of the highest order, sir.
Miz...I had the same feelings when I lived up north. Sometimes the old cabin fever would get so wild that I had to leap into my truck and head south for a while. I'd write a poem about it but I don't know what rhymes with "Toyota". And mine wouldn't be as rich as your poem is...probably not even close. I love your second poem too...brilliant and still quite fresh and relevant, just like you.
Longte..excellent! A trubute to one of our most esteemed poets. Fitting and elegant.
Agent...good haiku. I had oatmeal this morning and the farts could compose a hot air haiku all by themselves...man, it's a good thing the weather's nice and I can open the window. Careful where you scratch today...there be damp spots in my fur.
Okay, let's see what I have for this time around. I'm still feeling raunchy today, so let's run with it:
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Something Pithy This Way Comes
I knew a girl named Connie Lingus
If she were a man, she'd have a hell of a dingus
But she wasn't and she wore no socks
She couldn't wrestle, but you should see her box
I knew a girl named Mona Lott
She had no inside voice -- that's wot
She had only two sounds: asleep and loud
Drowning out the imaginary crowd
I knew a girl named Mary Jane
She smoked so much weed she was tame
She got worms from eating a raw roast
Now she spends her time being comatose
I knew a girl named Ruby Two Beavers
She resembled a young June Cleaver
Just the face, but not the industrious style
She had two vaginas, but one was not worth my while
I realize this poem is a bit more than crude
After a wonderous day, I feel rather rude
Looka there, across the sky
See the sun, feel the warmth and you'll know why
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Does that violate the forum rules? I tried to keep it clean, but it went off in my hands -- if you know what I mean.
I'm gonna walk it off and rub some dirt on it. I'll see ya'll tomorrow.
Hugs and handshakes to all. | |
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Posted: 3/6/2005 5:11:45 PM | Is it fumigated in here yet? *sniff, sniff* Ahhhhh, much better !
Thanks for the kind words, Goat. Your last entry was hilarious. I thought you were going to rhyme "Mona Lott" with something else, and I think I'll just leave it at that.
agentSMAX, yes, "The Lottery", quite frightening. If I lived in a small farming community I'd never feel the same about my neighbours again.
Mizbehavin, 2nd to last poem, loved the lines, "My mind swerving or is that the car/I am unable to tell". Again, wonderfully direct emotion. Your last poem was touching. I even recalled that I acquired a thin layer of mist over the eyes, but don't tell anyone.
longte, very nice tribute.
Well, since it appears I'm surrounded my prolific rhymesters, I'll join in the fun with one of my own. This took 9 years to write; without sounding grandiose, I reworked it several times, then lost the bloody thing, and found it at the bottom of a box in storage almost a decade later. Had to rework it some more, so now it holds with masking tape, screws, tacks, and crazy glue.........I'm putting it out there before I lose it again.
TRUMPETS TO OBLIVION
They shuffle through the turnstiles,
bone-spavined prisoners,
sun baking faces like tiles,
a salve on strung nerves.
Plopped like grey, clotted phlegm,
staining both grandstand and bench
of the tiered racetrack, old men
count twos for that whispered cinch.
Like whirling gulls at a dump
they scatter to each can
kicking tickets, and jump
to droppings from another's hand.
Stubbled, unkempt and crass,
this one babbles at the bar's hall
to a gambler from his past
and bounces off a wall.
The four, the six, the seven,
the mouth agape and dry
for a boxcar-price heaven
and a sleep without a cry.
Coffee, some smokes, more whiskey,
a look at the T.V. screen,
the horses blur, once frisky,
now losing, lurching, supine. | |
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Posted: 3/6/2005 6:46:37 PM | Good evening all...
Just got home from a long day and needed a fix of the barn, I must say it is smelling not as bad as I thought, with Goat and his farts....lol...must be a new cleaning product...
Rory, thank you for your kinds words, sometimes something like that mind swerving comes to me and I am not sure if it portrays what I want, but other times it works well....I loved yours...keep up the writes and keep sharing...
Goat, what can I say about you?...besides you need a bath kind goat...but besides that...THANKS...your kind words really help me, you and everyone else here,(mainly guys I see...yahooooo)...are going to inflate my head so much with all your praise and kind words....but please don't stop...lol...jk
I really enjoy coming here, the humour makes it such an enjoyable place to be,....but if anyone touches my hay bale(the one with the blue blanket and the cup holder)...I will send the goat after you...lol
Here is my addition, might be my one for tomorrow since I am running around most of the day....
Nighters all...xoxoxoxo
What my eyes see....
Can you see my eyes?
And how much love
I have inside for you
They are full
Of hopes and dreams
Of sunrises and sunsets
Of you and me
Love and destiny
Forever and tomorrows
I see pain and sorrow
Fun and laughter
Many tears shed
Rocking on the front porch
Ice tea in hand
Grandchildren running around
Growing old with you
And sharing my life
Until my last breath
With you my life
Would be full
Of wonder and amazement
And I would cherish
All that time I had
To have what my eyes see…..
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/6/2005 7:42:28 PM | Hey guys...nice writes. I was sloping on by before bed and noticed some new entries. As always, excellent contributions from two esteemed poets.
Rory...man, I don't know what you got with the words but I need somma that. It takes me time to stretch a rhyme and make it sing like a bird. They neither chime nor be sublime and they always drop like a turd.
Hey! That rhymed! It must be all the fresh air I had today.
You've caught poetry, Rory. Let the fever burn and don't forget to share it.
Miz...you are the cool, feminine antidote to our male Saturnian verses. I give praise where praise is due -- and you are due for praise. Elegant, smooth, singing, soaring and never boring. Your place in this here barn is secure. I'll use another corner for my -ah- business.
Well, goodnight you crazy kids. I've got to drool on my huuuuuge pilla. | |
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Posted: 3/6/2005 8:48:32 PM | | Hello everyone...great stuff I have read and Goat your funny poetry made me laugh till my heart content...I miss you all and best of all I know where I can find my favorite poets as well there are more who may not have found the barn or my place yet...but I know they will soon tread upon these two places...My place full of love as well this one too...My cold has spread and sick I am so just wanted to say hi to all my favorite peeps in here! Loving you all today and always! I wish I could say goodnight but one more night of work than four days off! All the best to you all! | |
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Posted: 3/6/2005 8:51:25 PM | Hows everybody tonight? Me? Barel able to stay awake. Well, going to lay down a few then run-nightmares are awaitng-lol. Hate to post and run, but here it goes.
Dead
I'm dead,
At least inside,
No emotion,
None I even hide.
I want to feel again,
But feelings pass me by,
I try so hard,
But can't even cry.
Is this what it's like,
To hurts so much,
To actually feel nothing,
Except the sense of touch.
I feel so cold,
And oh, so alone.
I don't want this,
This heart of stone.
Maybe someday, someone
Will ignite this cold ember,
And this will be,
Just something to remember.
Lonely
I find my mind sometimes wandering,
Searching for what I really need.
With mixed thoughts and pondering,
On what my soul has to feed.
Money and material wealth,
Not necessarily something I care about,
I do enjoy my good health,
But it doesn’t really bring any joy out.
The touch of another’s hand,
A gentle night’s kiss,
Long walks, talks, and
The other things I miss.
Loneliness prays,
On the minds of the weak,
Seemingly never ending days,
Outlook turning bleak.
But I am strong,
So here I wait,
For not matter how long,
I await my fate.
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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Joined: 10/18/2004
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Posted: 3/7/2005 1:05:13 AM | The BARN
Such a pleasant place to visit.. and sit down on the chairs
Really they're just Haybales... but No-one truly cares
Its here we can Reflect, on how we spent our day
View each others Writing... See how they feel today
There's Humour in this Barn.... just what everybody needs
We can all Brag in words of Jest... about our Awful deeds
Our topics include Everything,,,,Even some not known to man
But when it comes to Happiness.... This seems where it began
The Goat has made a place.... with WELCOME on the mat
So.. so much more than anything... I thank the Goat for that
Thank you ALL for letting,,,, an old Dragon drop in here
I'll just get cosy.... Very cosy... on a Haybale.... not a chair
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Posted: 3/7/2005 10:51:55 AM | Good Day all....
Not sure why it's a good day, it is snowing something awful here, I need cuddles, that is what this weather is calling for..lol
Goat you make my day always...I think your words touch me the most, your praise helps guide me to create more just so that you will continue to compliment me...lol...the barn is looking good, thanks for making sure my bale will always be here for me..
Longte as always a wonderful write, yours made me create one just like that about the barn...lol nothing compares to your writing though...you make it look effortless...
Kobold....awesome.....your heart is showing hun, maybe you should hide it again...lol...jk...I love to see this side of your words..
Oh god...I have just gotten off the phone with my ex, haven't heard from him in a week...now my head is just realing, lol...sigh I really need hugs now..
anyway here you go my addition to the barn....not half as good as longte's...but its mine...
take care got to write my thoughts down...
There is this place I know
Where the stragglers go
To hang with the unknown
And share the words we have sown
Here there is an adverse crowd
Some share words that are loud
Others are soft spoken
Sharing their gentle tokens
Words are spread like wildflowers
With them we hold the power
Of touching someone’s soul
For us that is our goal
We spread our words around
And share our thoughts so grand
In hopes that you will go
Away with something new to know
Something to hold on dear
And always keep with you near
To bring upon your mind
When your life hits the grind
So drop on in, grab a bale of hay
And envelope what we have to say
Our words we wish to share with you
Thank you and adieu…
Miz...xoxoxo | |
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Posted: 3/7/2005 1:34:12 PM | see my mind is no longer my own...havent heard from my ex in a year...sigh...anyone got a spare mind for me?....I think I am losing mine...lol
Well go into the corner with me blankie and hide for the night....just dont step on me ok?
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/7/2005 4:50:50 PM | Greetings, goat groupies and Goat, O Fetid One ! Thanks once again, O leader, for the kind words. I await the word-play extrordinaire from your barnyard rambles.
Miz, 2nd to last poem-- another touching piece. The short lines give it a momentum of hope.
Speaking of hope, I hope the relationship with your ex is friendly, or at least civil. My ex-mates seem to disappear off the edges of the Earth.
Kobold, "Dead"--- that was outstanding--really. Memorable lines.
After Miz' and longte's barn tributes, one of my own........
ODE ON A GRECIAN BARN
(Keats' first version):
Fresh Straw
hee Haw
Old goat
mangy coat
Stinky vapours
jubilant capers
Coughing dust
friendly trust
Peeling planks
barnyard shanks
Poems bellowed
others "hello'd"
Snorts and cheers
raising beers
FREE MESSAGE
Fevered, revolving, triangular
billboards flash your face
and form between motor oil
and toothpaste that
lubricates, then dries?
But it turns again so
the smile is never frozen;
message to zinging motorists
who recline in trust
and see only its vertical cracks,
"workings of predictability".
The stars enhance
and never outshine
your electric grace
flipping endlessly
your secrets of night-time. | |
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Posted: 3/7/2005 5:53:03 PM | Howdy-do. Not much time right now, but I have time to post this. I wrote it at work where all my ideas come from...mostly.
Here we go:
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A Deep Analysis of Relationship
She once was the raisins to my bran
And I, the creamed corn to her can
She assured me I was the pickle to her peanut butter
The bowling lane to her voluminous gutter
Eventually she became the oil to my water
And I, the killer whale to her otter
That man-made match to her gasoline
My whisper to her shattering scream
I was the rusty nail on her merry go-round
She was a sight and I was all sound
Like unruly hair that just can't but yet has to part
She was the well-kept elevator and I, the intrusive fart
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Boom! Splat!
Okay...I'll be back maybe tonight to do some reading. Looks like you power poets have been busy here.
Righto... | |
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Posted: 3/7/2005 6:18:03 PM | My rendition of the barn
Ode To The Barn
Tis a place of heart,
Thoughts formed into word,
Truly works of art,
Of that you can be assured.
Where poetic nuances,
Set with or without rhyme,
Written in various guises,
Each, indeed, sublime.
Expressions of the mind,
Inner feelings so deep,
A mix of emotions entwined,
They make you laugh or weep.
The Barn is the place,
Where we share what feel,
The Barn is the space,
Where poets come and kneel.
Anyone is welcome,
Come share what we share,
With our words set out in rhythm,
And our souls laid bare.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/7/2005 6:19:19 PM | Killer
On the streets and alleyways, My prey I stalk,
I look normal, like the boy next door.
From my hiding place, I watch them as they walk,
My need and desire, building more and more.
I have to wait, for the right time and place,
Somewhere dark, when they are alone.
There they will disappear, without a trace,
My dark deed, then it’ll be sown.
With my urges I have no desire, with them to fight,
After all it’s what I crave, what I need.
I keep them hidden during the day, out of sight,
Except for my victims, on which I prey and feed.
I am the one, the one you’ll least expect,
Even as you feel the sting of my blade.
Only then will you learn proper respect,
And that of me, to be very afraid.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/7/2005 8:45:23 PM | Darkness
Darkness is mine,
The here and thereafter.
Shadowed for all time,
Like my winged creatures in thier rafters.
The moon in full bloom,
The crisp smell of decay,
Death does here loom,
Waiting for it's day.
All I see here in the dark,
Is my domain, my lair.
The tombstones do mark,
Our inevitability, so beware.
I never want to be the person I once was,
Powerless and full of fear.
I embrace the darkness now because,
It is now, I, whom they fear.
Dead as I may be,
There still might be some light.
This you'll have to accept of me,
Because for me, it feels so right
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/7/2005 8:47:49 PM | Back again and I've done some reading. Man, there's some quality poetry going on here today.
Charming...good to see you again! Working hard? Ah, the barn loves you right back. It told me so, late in the night in groaning tones that sound like dry wood farting. Truthfully, I love having you here, you lil' ray of sunshine, you.
Kobold...you're one prolific poet today. Man, can you ever pull moods out of me. I usually don't think darkly, but after reading a couple of your poems I can see into the dark. And I loved your ode to the barn. There is an interesting mix of personalities here these days, isn't there. Excellent writes as always, Kobold, and deeply appreciated.
Longte...loved it. This decrepit barn is getting quite interesting, ennit? It's funny, but I had no idea what would ever become of this little thread when I started it. POF was rather new then and it certainly didn't seem like a place to attract poets, but it did and still does. It's amazing how much personality can be distilled and set forth in words through poetry...I still find it utterly amazing what people can do with our 26-letter alphabet. I also find it amazing that Admin hasn't turfed this thread because it's gotten so big. I wonder if there is a cap on the number of pages per thread? It must be beyond 45 pages...
Anyhoo, pardner. It's always good to have you here, Longte.
Miz...ah, dear Miz...This place needs a feminie spirit like yours to feel balanced. I hope your heart and mind are doing better now...I like to see them in harmonious order. Your words sound better when you are. I loved your ode to the barn and it reflects what I think of it too. People come and go here, some settle in and make a home of it. I like it here and I promised myself a poem a day until I'm dead. This'll be the place I'll publicly put them. Bless your heart, Miz. I'll never step on you.
Rory...I don't know about "leader", but I sure know fetid. Heh heh. Rank and raunchy, grim and staunchy. Those sound like law firm names, don't they? Ode on a Grecian Barn...heh heh, that cracked me up and I don't think Keats had a lot to do with it. Sparse and well-adorned at the same time...excellent!
Well, I'd better creep off to bed. That paperwork doesn't work itself if I'm not there to fold it into cranes and ducks and pile it in the corner. G'night, ya'll. | |
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Posted: 3/8/2005 5:25:38 AM | Good Morning Stragglers.....
What a day yestereday...
Rory,...thank you for your kind words, I am glad my poems work..lol...as for the ex, we have had some issues, but he is in calgary and me in ontario, so he has been out of my life for 3 years, haven't talked to him in a year, when you get a call out of no where, you kinda start to wonder, but so far things are ok, we shall just see what happens....thank you for your support
Goat...your words always bring home to me that even though I haven't met anyone off of the pc, that they are my friends , and I have touched their lives in some way, just as you have touched mine....thank you for allowing me to post here, and for giving me the encouragement to continue....I am in a place where mind and heart are one, no longer seperated, no more pain can happen, so I hope my words that flow will be harmonious and touching.....thank you for being you, please don't ever change, I like your stinky goat smell and your very different attitude...lol....thats what makes you you.....
well here is my addition for today, one I wrote last year, but I thought you might like it, not my usual these are pure feelings and thoughts...lol
Hands
Gentle hands, strong hands
taking control
making my body soar
to new heights of pleasure
Comfort, pleasure, tingling sensations
these feelings arise
while your sensual hands touch
my hot aching body
Moans, purrs, neverending sighs
sounds that make you want
to pleasure me more, making me feel
the things you do
Half drawn eyelids, parted lips
perky nipples...all from your endless touch
reaction to you,natural and true.
Please never stop
your exploration, you are my
igniter, my passion
my pleasure, my ecstacy
Your hands so devine
touch more then my body, with a simple caress
you reach my heart and soul
making me whole....
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/8/2005 5:31:00 AM | Somes this site just blows me away
I mentioned "cicktail" dress spelt correctly in a poem and they edited it out
Maybe they better play with the filters a bit
The poem itself was a bit , but only a TINY bit risque
But they left that alone | |
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Posted: 3/8/2005 7:09:05 AM | just read your poem hun, was great, and I understand sometimes you get filtered for the strangest things...lol
Keep up the wonderful works, liked seeing that side of you...
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/8/2005 2:34:09 PM | It feels positively fresh in here today. Not a hint of malodorous decay. That can mean only one thing-- the Goat is absent !
Goat, "She was the well-kept elevator and I, the intrusive fart." I submit, sir, this is comic genius. I hope there're more relationship foibles in your goatsack (of the burlap variety, that is).
Kobold, I love your approach. Much better to acknowledge darkness, even go into it, than pretend we're always on a Sunday picnic. Though I love picnics.
Miz, great stuff again. So open, in experience and in the writing of it.
BANKING LIGHT
Pearl-dry pressure, glossy-pink from the lane light,
like a faint bruise, pinpointed and painful,
what my memory makes of your lips' insistence--
an air, a grab of air, a longing, a hollowing....
somewhere a messenger of flesh counts memories like twenties,
a nostalgic transaction with pricetags hanging from nipples.
The comparing mind that wills levels of worth.
There is no gauge, no mercurial ceiling
for the agitated blood surging and falling
in the thin conduit of my hidden, criss-crossed pathways.
Pining confusion and helpless abandon, O
strike me, Judi, span the miles with your heat,
discriminating, unlike the idiot sun,
its oblique, late rays a pallid desire and light,
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/8/2005 5:41:00 PM | Howdy do all. Another day done and I have no poem in mind tonight. Honestly. I don't know what it is today. I'll have to come back a little later and see what I might have. But first, I want to say hi to my fellow barn-dwellers.
Miz...again, I am left breathless. You are a gift, you is. Keep on writing, eh. And I won't change for anything -- personality, socks, gonch...I don't change anything unless it gets really uncomfortable or if centipedes move in. You keep on with that you're doing and I got your back.
Longte...hmm, let's try an experiment here: ****ail shitake mushrooms shitkickers a***biscuits
Did any of those make it through the Almighty Filter? Only time will tell.
Rory...how's the smell now? I've got the Grand Funk today. A skunk beat to death with a salmon...or maybe that's the other way around? Hm. I read through your poem and you have this incredible way of mixing words and phrases in ways I never considered. I have much to learn from you, sir. Actually, I have a lot to learn from everyone. Excellent stuff, pardner.
Okay...I'm going to take care of de bidness and come right back in a bit. Will I have a poem? We'll see... | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/8/2005 6:06:00 PM |
Okay...I'm going to take care of de bidness and come right back in a bit
A Goat on the pot
Please, perish the thought
Of his plop in a bowl
Beans, corn and some coal
But, how can he wipe
With no hands to swipe?
And only four hooves
To get in the grooves
Where excess piles up
And won't fall in the cup
No fingers to dig
And remove stubborn fig
Picture his ass on the seat
Not really a treat
Legs splayed all about
Like a leaky spout
When this goat is all done
And the course has been run
He must then clean his ass
By wiping bum in the grass.
Bidness, eh? Good luck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | |
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