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Posted: 3/10/2005 8:52:38 PM | Howdy all. An incredible collection of poems again. Truly incredible.
Longte....glad to know you're feeling better about the universe. I love it when people call me a dirty old man. In fact, I encourage it. I am dirty and I am getting old. I've always been dirty...it's a lifestyle. I'll keep my gas-axe right in the porch. Use it when you need to, pardner. Save some of that roasted surprise for me too. Kraft Dinner is getting mighty gross these days.
Miz...sorry about that. I knew I was forgetting someone important. You are a delightful addition to the Cast of Barn and this place couldn't be this place without you. And that was gorgeous, contemplative poem. There was a place in the Yukon that poem reminded me of. I used to have my own sitting rock overlooking a canyon that had a creek running through it. I'd spend some time watching the chunks of ice flow down out of sight as I thought and wrote. The flu poem is also quite descriptive. Actually, robert Burns wrote a poem about a toothache, but it wasn't as elegant as what you write. You are part of my life and all our lives. Nothing that passes between any of us is insignificant. A wee hug to ye.
Rory...my God. Your poems are so compact and so full all at the same time. Did I mention I have much to learn from you? An absolute visual/aural treat. I don't know if you sound your poems aloud, but they sound as good as they read. Excellent. I can't analyze it. to try to take it all apart would be like pulling the wings of butterflies to see how they fly. I'll leave it in peace. Thanks, eh.
Tera...that's the most direct thing I've read for a while. Blunt and yet some hint of tenderness in there. Yeah you can argue with me on that one, but I see it. When I was a child, my closet held treasures and terrors. They still do, among the gonch, socks and old PC parts. There be dragons -- maybe one-eyed ones. Good to have you here again. Pull up a stump any old time.
Charming...Two women in bed with me? I don't know if any women can handle me they way I sleep...all sprawley and snorey. Rumour has it I fart when I sleep. I think after a few hours of that, either you or Miz (or both) will smother me with a pillow. That poem of yours was bouncy, crazy like nutzo day at work. Monday was like that for me before I too a break to reflect on it. I try to not run away with my feelings but there are days when I take off after them, leaving my rational mind calling after it. No need for a secretary, as this is the part of the day that I love. Reading and writing with you guys is a pure pleasure. May your days be better and may you always be charming and sweet.
Kobold...I was pleasantly surprised by the Messerschmit 109 poem. It's one of my favourite WW2 fighters, though I have to admit I really like the Stuka, but that's more of a ground support aircraft...apples and oranges. A great poem about a very unexpected topic. Thanks for that. The Caveman poem is brilliant as well, though in a different manner. I wonder about human beings quite often and the things they do. Heck, I wonder about the things I do at times. The human mind is a complete mystery to me and at times it's frustrating -- at others, it's a delight. There may be a poem in itself right there. The nature poem seemed to cap off the trio quite nicely....I sure miss my walks through the mountains and especially after reading that. The city is convenient, but there's too much flat concrete here. There are some nice natural surprises here at times, but one has to really look for them. Again, thanks for your poems. Rich, technical, detailed, wonderous as they are.
Okay...my contribution is next...hang tough. | |
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Posted: 3/10/2005 8:55:51 PM | Alas, my daily poem is more of the usual. I'm feeling a little -er- filthy this week. It's not really a hygiene problem, but maybe it's a sign of spring?
Let's see:
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Attention-Getting Devices
What a sensuous thing to see
A young woman at a fax machine
A shirt too small, a dress too high
I pretend to fax something and stand in line
But is there such a thing as a skirt too high?
I stare at her legs and think: "No, why?"
To look at such young marble-like perfection
Was causing mental erection
I had to think of things that turned me off
Like baseball and cold beef stroganoff
Tapioca pudding and midget porn
Snuffed out the arousal that was born
Again, my eyes wander from the ceiling tiles
To the walls and the racks of files
Then to the part where skirt meets skin
And I cave into imaginary sin
Fortunately, the episode was short
And didn't provide any lasting import
Apart from a latent lust and a certain knowin'
That I could phrase and frame in this poem
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Yup...must be spring. I'll put an ice pack down there and walk it off.
It was good to see you guys here tonight and to read all what was written. Echoes of thoughts bounce here, leaving traces of hearts and minds. You guys are great. G'night, eh. | |
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Posted: 3/10/2005 9:14:01 PM | Excellent poem! My eyes wandered many a time-lol. Beautiful ryhme and rythm too.
Yes the Me109 is a favorite of mine. When I have the time, I fly one in IL2 Forgotten Battles. Its a combat flight simulator/game. Used to play online and compete against people all over the world. It was actually my break into chatting online. Glad to hear of another avaition enthusiast. Anyway-off to bed. night. | |
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Posted: 3/10/2005 9:18:57 PM | GOAT!!!!!!!!!
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Be careful there! I don't want my secrets let out of the bag - my office has a couple of those tarts twitching around. It's the kind of thing where the attention will never flag - yet attempting to only be caught looking at the ground! | |
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Posted: 3/11/2005 5:45:08 AM | Good Morning Barn addicts....
I hope everyone is doing well this morning, I am actually not bad, feeling allright so I hope whatever was trying to knock me down is gone...
Goat, I know you wouldn't intentionally forget me, and if you did I am hoping it wouldn't be for long,..lol...thank you for your kind words, I used to have a tree by the water , that had this branch that looked like it was especially made for me to sit and contemplate, funny how I just remembered that...mmmm guess that was a part of my past that has been forgotten...Everyone here is a part of my life, each one adds something special to this place in their own way....I thank all of you for touching my heart.....xoxox
well I have kept a poem back that is sensual, but it's actually not as bad as the other ones I have shared, this is one of my favorites, actually this one is the first poem I wrote when I started writing again two and a half years ago...so it has meaning to me..
Hope you enjoy it....
PASSION FOUND......
Lingering heat burns
my loins are on fire
my body tingles
with one thought of you
I feel your breath
upon my face
as you lean in for
a taste so gentle
Your lips brush mine
tenderly tasting
a sweetness of honey
reward so plenty
Tongues dance
with passion so strong
tasting touching
drinking love in
Your caress is like
a tidal wave of warmth
surrounding me
my juices begin to flow
Our bodies rock
in unison, becoming
one body, one soul
one heart
I feel the burn
your temperatures rising
clinging as one
we join in pleasure
Your cries of passion
send me to the edge
I fear nothing
your there with me
Our breathing slows
as we come back down
our uniting is over
the passion we have found...
Miz. | |
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Posted: 3/11/2005 8:17:40 AM | Acceptance Is A Long 4 Letter Word
Will you love me in the morning when I fart and stink you out?
Will you accept my crazy views on what life is all about?
Will you look the other way when I am up to no good?
Will you hold me when I cry like a lover always should?
Will you laugh in the right spots when I make a crappy joke?
Will you ignore my stupid ramblings and pretend I never spoke?
Will you take me as I am with the good and all the bad?
Will you show me all the things that I never knew I had?
Will you stay by my side through the wost of it all?
Will you walk away for eternity and leave me here to fall?
Will you take my love for what it is and give me yours in return?
Will you still be my friend in life if we crash and burn?
Will you appreciate my honesty and do the same for me?
Will you tell me when you've had enough and finally set me free?
Will you agree that acceptance is just a long 4 letter word?
Will you turn your back on me now after everything you've heard? | |
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Posted: 3/11/2005 4:50:31 PM | Hi, all. Man , this place justs gets better and better. And I'm not talking about the barn amenities.
Goat, great images there (well, except for the midget porn). Now, I ask you, did you decide to go to the fax machine before or after you saw the lady in the short skirt? haha.......
Yes, I sound my lines aloud. If poems have ideas, I want them to sing, otherwise it's prose (nothing wrong with prose). Most of my stuff is lyrical rather than narrative, though I admire anyone who can do both in the same poem.
Tera, loved both your additions. The closet poem, "a cacophony of mischief", right on. For me, memories come from old books, yellowed and spine-broken.
Miz, hope you're better. Amazing last poem, really. It certainly sounds as if you had a passionate union, no matter how or why it ended.
charming, I feel for you. Moving is not on my top ten list of chosen activities. Hope your new place is a good one. Stay sunny.
Kobold, three more great efforts. Diverse, I especially liked "Modern cavemen". "we all bleed the color red,/The black, yellow, and white,/And we all want to get ahead,/But instead, only fight." .....That's the best stanza of anything I've read in a while. Wonderful fusion of meaning, rhythm and syntax.
Well, since I'm among friends, it's confession time. I haven't written a d*mn thing in 4 years. (Had another dry spell '85- '92.) That's another of the reasons I like hanging around this smelly barn. It'll kick-start my lazy imaginative ass, and I'll be scribbling lines on soggy napkins in restaurants again. This from way back.........
THE DEEPEST CUT
And I give up watching myself
since the mirror cracked,
the shards all pointing
in one direction.
I'll send you the sharpest splinter
stained with my blood,
sword for a growing a***nal
of dazzling manoevers.
Then nameless I'll come to you,
glass-dust on my aching skin
to reclaim my cuts while
"who's the fairest?" echoes in my brain. | |
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Posted: 3/11/2005 4:54:01 PM | | Now I know how longte and Goat felt, ahhhhhh !. above that's " a-r-s-e-n-a-l". yeesh. | |
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Posted: 3/11/2005 9:07:14 PM | I know how you feel, Rory. If you wrote "assenal" instead, it would've worked. Crazy little dirty-word filter we have going on hyar, eh?
Ah, another long day done with. No wings and beer for me tonight, just a solid night's rest and an early start to the day tomorrow. Or I may wake up before 10:00 am...who's to say?
Hey Kobold...I do love WW2 planes. The only one I got to see close up was a B-17G bomber. Man, that was sweet. Just to hear all four engines start up, take power and see it lift into the sky and the wash of displaced air and aviation fuel whipping past you....stunning. Beuatiful old lady, that one. I've played IL-2 as well, but my PC is a little underpowered to handle it properly. One day I'll upgrade and take to the multiplayer skies.
Agent...my workplace has an awful lot of scenery, now that the older ones are opting for retirement. I am one of two males in the department -- deliciously outnumbered. Some of them fall into the "**** Goddess" category -- nice to look at, but as approachable as a bear trap. The majority of them are sweet, nice women though. They daily reaffirm my faith in females. I try not to look that I'm looking but I absolutely look...I don't know if they know that I know that I'm looking, y'know? Er..yeah...
Miz...good to know you're feeling hale and hearty once again. That poem made my butter melt. Which is strange, because I didn't know I had that half-pound of butter in my front pocket. Musta been a snack gone horribly soft and wrong. You make the alphabet sing with sensuousness. It's one of my favourites now as well. Thanks, Miz. You're a dear.
Tera...I love the title. I love the content. I love the questioning. I love the frankness. I love the pacing. I love the idea. I'd love to try to out-fart you. I'd love to do it after a lot of Guiness and buffalo wings. I'd love to see more of your words. This world needs more doubters and you're one of the most articulate doubters I know. Good to see you here again.
Rory...I saw the skirt first and then decided I needed to fax that document right away. She sure smelled purty, too. Grrrrrowlll. I knew you read your poetry aloud to test it out because it rolled so easily off my tongue I knew your words had to be made to do so. I don't put as much care into my poems as you do. I look for an amusing hook or angle and then try to mash it into shape. I quickly read it aloud to see if there are any sour notes and if it passes the rough ear test, it goes into the barn. I confess I like the lyrical style better, yet I have great trouble attaining it. And that poem was another small stunner. So much imagry and so many layers to it. Excellent stuff, pardner.
Hey! I wonder if Charming is moving to Saskatoon? Should I get my hopes up? She might wither and die in this desolate flat land. This Saskabush ain't for everyone, ah reckon.
Okay...a poem is coming right up. | |
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Posted: 3/11/2005 9:09:07 PM | Well, it ain't good but here it is:
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Seen In A Doctor’s Office
Hairy mole, hairy mole
Big enough to fit into a bowl
An awesome sight to behold
That hairy, hairy mole
I would joke, I would cajole
That misshapen hole
Dark as night, black as coal
Roughly the size of a dinner roll
Oh that dreaded hairy, hairy mole
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Yeah, I was feeling a little bit flat tonight. It's time to shuffle away to sleep. G'night ya'll. | |
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Posted: 3/11/2005 10:13:43 PM | Good poem, not a pleasant visual-lol
Letting It Out
I feel lost, my compass awry,
It’s as if life, is one big lie.
The person I once was, he’s dead now,
Tried to bring him back, but don’t know how.
Killed by pain, but the body lives on,
Everything I loved, now its gone.
I yearn for change, and yet fear it,
My mind churning, my moods split,
The last change, it wasn’t for the better,
And now my soul, it does fetter.
I should be stronger, and push past it,
But I’m weak in this area, I must admit.
Life should be about hope, and I don’t have any,
Instead it’s about fear, which I have many.
Life is hard, this I must accept,
For it really isn’t, a new concept.
So in these little words, I might whine some,
But I’ll move on, and be more winsome.
I love to write, and let it all out,
Isn’t that really, what writing’s about.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/11/2005 11:25:16 PM | Something fuzzy on the bottom of my shoe
Not some old chewing gum, not something blue
Red and brown with weird little edges
Maybe dragged in from those hedges?
It smells like barf, let's give it a taste
Ahhh fuck a duck, it's medical waste | |
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Posted: 3/12/2005 3:39:27 AM | One of my favorites and I wanted to share it with you all. Thank you for making me feel welcome in the barn.
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No name have I
Faceless creature
Twisting in the breeze
Another number
Poked and prodded
Now serving
Shown to the world
Stageless pedestal
I am in place
Show me off
Pose me like you mean it
No flash photography please
It scares the animals
Pencils ready?
Notes furiously scribbled
Blinding coats of fear
Pristine eggshell white
This won't hurt a bit
Smiling liar
The cost is your life
No refunds
No exchanges
Keep all arms in the vehicle
Hurry along Miss
Nothing to see here
Just another spark
Lost in the electrical field
Wave bye to the pretty lady
She's going
The sparkly place
The nameless place
Is there a place?
Am I placeless now?
Adrift in a sea of complacency
Indifference?
Charade of days
Left to play them out
Cut off your nose
Your face will thank you for it later | |
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Posted: 3/12/2005 5:31:38 AM | Good Morning Everyone...
Oh where to start....
Goat..I am glad I made your butter melt, but sorry about the mess...lol..It's funny how words seem to flow out without a single thought about them, and that is how that one came about...I am hoping to be able to put more of those words down, but for me they just have to come to me...and they usually come to me when I am just falling off to sleep, and I won't get my lazy butt out of the nice warm bed to write them down..lol...
Rory....no I didn't have a union, I just met someone who taught me how to feel again by opening up with my words and that poem was the result....and you will have inspiration hit you soon, maybe get a topic and try to create, I did for the poetry contest and it was good for my mind, I usually just write how I feel, but doing it that way helped me think and create..
Tera....welcome to the barn, pull up a bale and please continue to share your writes, we are starting to out number the men, so that is a good thing..maybe add some female touches to the barn...lol
Kobold....as always your words make me think and take me to a time where I to was writing about similar things....I enjoy reading your works , don['t stop sharing....
Well I don't know if I have forgotten anyone, if I have sorry....still not awake yet..lol
What have I gotten for my addition?, been in a rut, so dredging up past poems...lets see...hmmmm...ok following in tera's poem...this is a little something....
THE WALL
Can you see me
underneath all these layers?
I try to hide so much
mainly my true self.
Somedays I feel like showing
a little part of me
that is never seen
a side no one knows
I want to bring
to the surface
the love, and laughter
the freedom that I lost
But I am stuck
behind this huge wall
straining just to see over it
to find the crack
How can I break the wall
when I keep getting
pushed back down
by emotions so strong.
Gradually I creep
up the steep wall
inch by inch
gaining some ground
Reaching the top
seems like such
an impossible dream
that will take forever
From this day on
I will continue my climb
to reach the top
when the time is right, I will suceed.
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/12/2005 9:53:46 AM | Hello peoples. God, I love weekends...especially weekends with loads of unstructured time. I'm just watching the snow fall outside the window, listening to Beethoven (Missa Solemnis, I think) and keeping an eye on the laundry. After all, a goat without clean skivvies is an unhappy goat indeed.
Kobold...as usual a well-wrought poem. You put so much of yourself into your words, making them potent, powerful and edgy. There's far too much sterile writing in this world; far too little passion being put into words these days. That's what keeps me coming back here. I come here to remember how it is to feel and know human beings are still human after all. Your poetry is a communion, a call, a stand, a contemplation. You help me to question the course of things and I thank you, pardner.
Tera...the first one made me laugh out loud and spray coffee all over the keyboard. It's seen worse, trust me. It falls into the "I wish I wrote that" category for sure. The second one defies my feelings...I want to laugh at the turns of phrase, yet it compells me to pause on each line, digest it and move to the next. You have rendered me wordless and that is astonishing, since I tend to go on at times. The last two lines: " Cut off your nose/Your face will thank you for it later" absolutely doubled me over with laughter. My hat is off to you...you have a wit as sharp as Rodney Dangerfield and a style all your own. Thanks for making my morning amusing and contemplative all in the same three minutes.
Miz...I've always been amazed how words can just drop out and fall into place, especially when I'm feeling flat. There are times when I can just write away from sunup to sundown and all that time be in a deep, meditative state. A lot of the stuff I write is crap, but there are diamonds in those piles of goat-fritters at times. Your poem was captivating and I remember doing explorations of my walls and boundaries, wondering why they are there, what they're for. I'd like to say that I've broken them down and gone on, but I haven't. I'm exploring the space contained by the boundaries now. It's very interesting. You awakened a curiosity for me to have a peek over my own boundaries again.
Now, let me spoil the deeply respectful and contemplative mood and post this:
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McFart
I cracked one off in McDonald's today
It was a pure accident
But the kid behind me lost his taste
For his Happy Meal
You should've seen his big, watery eyes
His lip a-trembling
I smiled weakly and turned around
Splashed him a second time
After all
Nuggets without sauce is a horrid thing
To contemplate
Also
Goat gravy makes an excellent
Side dish to all things McDonald's
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I may have stunted that child's growth. And they said second-hand smoke was bad...
I'll have another poem later on in the day to make up for this travesty. Later, eh. | |
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Posted: 3/12/2005 11:53:07 AM | lmao oh my Goat...you sure do crack me up. I would so love to hang out with you I bet you my sides would be hurting so much....but wait...you would probably embarress me to the point that I would be beat red...but I bet it would be fun...
I will post later, I had a yummy ice cream today, well actually half after my son decided what one he actually wanted to eat..grrrr and me like ice cream to...oh well I got all the cookies out of it...lol
ta ta for now...luv all you guys...
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Posted: 3/12/2005 3:18:06 PM | Just a very quick HI to everyone
The Barn is expanding rapidly
Great to see
Bourbon did its trick
Back to being able to do Dragon things again | |
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Posted: 3/12/2005 4:09:56 PM | Hello to all. Another sunny day and I've been working inside the whole time. Dashing this off, then it's out to breathe.
Goat, "McFart" was hilarious. What can I say? Yes, I would have given a lifetime of sassparilla to've seen the poor kid's face. The second emission, was that also an accident, or for your dark gartification? hahaha... It reminds me, in a roundabout way of a gaseous poem by one of my faves, Irving Layton:
TO THE PRIEST WHO KEPT MY WIFE AWAKE ALL NIGHT, FARTING
Some use a primitive gong, others a bell:
This devout priest does equally well
To call his parishioners to early Mass
By loud, insistent trumpetings of his ass.
Kobold, I like the rhymed couplets of some of your verse-- it's like savoring an imported beer, an ice cream cone, what have you..... before the next hit/stanza.
Miz, I like your honesty in "The Wall". Yes, that's tough to overcome, isn't it? But just acknowledging it is more than most people do. Then it's by effort and grace (oh, yeah, and poetry doesn't hurt, either). Always look forward to your revelations. And don't worry about comparing your stuff, there's no contest here. Like the Goat says, the emotion and honesty are the thing. I'll take that over dry, technical brilliance any day. Personality over perfection.
Tera, I hope you keep posting here. You should team up with the Goat for a tag-team poetry fiesta-- "medical waste" with ominous escaping vapours, yeehaw ! , this could also beef up Canada's moribund defense program. Awesome 2nd poem, strong beginnings to the lines. Also enjoyed the wordplay.
TERRACE, B.C.
In the suicide heart of the province
the bird-named streets send you to the center
where chemicals slide at the curbs, veined,
coagulating by the industry's skein;
you pause for a way out before you enter.
And at last, Kitimat's blacktop artery
leads to its lovelier neighbour, the snows
jutting and gleaming in classical crag
in mountain shadows of blue and black
where silence steepens and no one goes.
If you stay in a house like the others there
and look out the window in suspicion
as the sun's eyelid closes like a god
or a satrap falling asleep in the sod
a corner of black will change your ambition. | |
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Posted: 3/12/2005 4:33:37 PM | I just had to take Goat's Mcfart and run with it. This has been kicking around in my head for years, it just never fit in with my angst filled words. Here goes.....
My McJob
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Rise and shine to go to my McJob
Check ouy my ass, the supersized blob
Getting all the chicks with my minimum wage
Bowing to the audience, fries thrown on the stage
Wear my little nametag, would you like fries with that?
Grease soaked acne and stylish little hat
Big Macs and Big Extras for the fatass down the street
Giggling insanely when people think this is meat
Spitting in the secret sauce, rebel against the man
What the hell is my boss's name? Manjulapeemahan
Baffled over coupons and this godforsaken till
Muttering always to my self "why do I eat this swill?"
Hanging up my putrid uniform at the end of my McDay
Fantasizing about all the bills I can't afford to pay
Bone weary, tired, nothing left in the tank
damn, websters says my job sucks, time to rob a bank. | |
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Posted: 3/12/2005 5:05:27 PM | The Art Of A Dutch Oven - a haiku
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ass fluffing gently
covers held over your head
so comfy is couch | |
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Posted: 3/12/2005 6:25:54 PM | Early Evening there my favorite poets...It is almost dinner time, time to continue my packing...As you all read or maybe you haven't I will be leaving the pond within the next three days to continue on with my journey I begun before the pond pulled me in!...LOL...I have to admit this has been the best site I have been on! I have not found my significant other it is just time for Charming to hang up her coat and continue walking what I have begun! This has been my favorite place over all and really enjoyed coming in here on the days I needed a good laugh, needed to read encouraging words, and to just smile at all the wonderful and beautiful creations here in the barn! My bale of hay will always be remembered because I plan to put a gold plaque on it saying "You are all wonderful people!" This plaque will hold my shining spirit and when you get down and out remember my smiling face because I know I will be doing just that when I think about the barn! I will post a few more in here!
"My Ditty Goat" I am going to miss you so much and I will always remember how you made me feel welcome in here with your kind words and warm heart! Your words of encouragement and wisdom, not bad for an ole goat! J/K...well it is a teary day for me and this feeling of knowing I will soon be gone is beginning to eat away!
I have big plans, and many goals I will accomplish and my field of work will be taking me to places beyond my knowing! I will be meeting many fascinating people and my book will be done within the next while! People are all ready asking if I want to turn it into a movie! My dreams of opening a healing Lodge will go far with all my ideas and alas I will create that third treatment program for all over BC! My dreams are coming alive for me and I have so much support behind me! I must continue with what I began five years ago and finish that proposal for funding and than to decide where I want to build this healing lodge! I have oodles of people depending on me and waiting for me to pick up again and continue what I have started!
Follow your dreams, follow your heart, never give up on what you believe in! Do not allow people to stop you from moving forth because forth is all we want in this life today! It was a nice resting spot here in the pond and I met so many people and have made some really good friends! Miz, keep up on your writings my dear gal and may we see your poems on the shelf one day! Kobold, you are an inspiration beyond the measures of this universe, keep on writing and creating. Rory you have such wonderful talent in your words and I would encourage you to keep sharing it with others! Tera, your writings really fascinating in many ways, you write as you are feeling in that time, that moment! I would encourage you to keep sharing also because your words can help many! Longte, that goes without saying, your writing always touches my heart and you have such stride, such rhythm, and it is amazing what you come up with! Keep on writing! And as for the Goat, wow, it goes without saying, you sure know how to bring humor into my life and others! You are an amazing gentleman of all means of this universe and I wish I were moving to Saskatoon! Been through there last christmas right into Manitoba so I know what you mean! Goat, when will I see you on television with your humor? You are an awesome person!
Keep in touch and email me on here before I go. I can give you my personal information if you wish to keep in touch with me! I will be on the television and talking shows and who knows, I could end up in your town one day as part of my adventures! I have no writings today except these words of departing! I love you all in here! And if I missed any body who comes in here regularly, I will add you to my final good byes! I am going to miss you all dearly! Thank you for encouraging me to continue on with my writings!
Cheers, Love, and inspiring words!
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/12/2005 9:58:42 PM | Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Charming
To hear you’re going, I feel heavy in heart,
The Barn not the same, when you depart.
But you know what is best, at least for you,
And I wish you success, in all that you do.
I really don’t know you, but I’ve read your words,
A person of higher caliber, and also high standards.
I hope all your dreams come true, you deserve as much,
Chase them down, and onto them hold and clutch.
It’s what keeps us alive, it’s what keeps us going,
It helps us through hard times, and helps us keep growing.
It won’t be the same, your words of passion silent,
Written with such vibrancy, written so eloquent.
I’m glad I had the pleasure, I’m glad you shared,
With all of us in the Barn, your soul you bared.
So a goodbye and farewell, from the dark side I give,
With dreams and happiness, long may you live.
Love and respect,
~Kobold~ | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/12/2005 10:13:08 PM | Urf...a longer absence than I was expecting. Sorry ya'll. I was suddenly inflicted with a social outing. It may happen again.
Charming, dear. I will miss you gracing the barn with your delightful presence.
All I have is a haiku:
A chased dream always
Brings adventure and wisdom
You will be so missed
If you can stand the smell, a hug will be FedExed to you.
And hello to Miz, Tera and Kobold. I'll catch up with you guys after some shut eye and coffee.
G'night, eh. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/13/2005 2:42:45 AM | I am the Queen of my own domain
Singer in life of my own refrain
Keeper of my own thoughts and heart
Emotions are mine alone to tear apart
I am strong with permission to be weak
I am the questioner of the answers I seek
Friend and sister and daughter to some
Smart and witty but allowed to be dumb
I am all things Tera and loving it all
I am my own net whenever I fall
To those who seek to bring me down
Here's your shoes, dance for me clown | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/13/2005 4:01:47 AM | What the hell is floating in my soup
It tastes really good but looks like poop
Maybe a mushroom or a chunk of beef
Hey cat get back here with that! Goddamn thief
All this broth looks like liquid from the porcelain cadillac
Damnit I spilled it all over my incredible rack
Looking around to see who is checking me out
I lick it off my own chest, ain't this what life's about? | |
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