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Joined: 10/18/2004
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Posted: 3/19/2005 10:47:25 PM | Hi Everyone
Im not ignoring you all
Just been working on a few things
Decided to sneak back in for a Quick visit
Miz Looks like you are firing on all clylinders again
Feeling Great My Legs are Twitching
Band is awesome …..God their ****ing
Music Swirling through my head
Won’t go home.. Will stay instead
Find a lady… Hit the floor
Dance until she begs… No More
Sit her down to let her rest
Look around for I’ve been blessed
Lots of Lonesome Ladies here
Who want to dance without a care
Sweat is pouring from my brow
But no way I’ll stop dancing now
Then the Band just it calls Quits
It’s enough… Done my bit
Legs are tired …. So am I
Give my ladies kiss goodbye
I think it deserves a nice home like this | |
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Posted: 3/20/2005 4:55:56 AM | No one here truly knows me, the person I am, the person I long to be
I share as much with you all as I can but my pain consumes me and I am not done enduring
The rage I feel at the injustices I have suffered, you cannot stand to see me reflected in you
The raw soul that is placed in my words is suffering no one else can bear, hear the silence?
Funny rhymes and off color tones, kudos to me it seems, writing nonsense just so I am seen
I don't want to feel this way anymore, the horrors I see when I slumber, the pain in waking
Some release, some reprieve, I beg it of something I don't believe in, I am alone in myself
Surrounded by people, by voices I can barely hear, people who play this as a game
I write to see, to feel, to exist, to be real, but most of all to make some sense of everything
Therapy is expensive and didn't even come close to the progress my writing has shown me
I want you to know me, truly know me, the good and the bad, the sad and the joyous
Share with me your love, your time, your wisdom in your words and forgive my silence
I am no judge, no jury and no critic can I ever be for any of you when it comes to your words
I read them all but it is not my place to comment, you overwhelm me with your talents
Nothing I could say could do justice to what you reveal to all of us, your soul in lyrical form | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 1178 | |
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Posted: 3/20/2005 5:29:59 AM | evil princess[sorry cant get used to tera]
Your words are Always welcome here Welcome in the Barn
I know its not My haven .... But I know You do No Harm
Come in here and sit... read the others words
For this is such a place... that Nothing is Absurd
Everybody here... has read the words you've said
It's true that we can't understand ALL thats in your Head
But ALWAYS you'll be welcomed here.. to sit upon a bale
In Silence if you want.... or tell some other tales
We Salute your Courage in every word you write
So grab a bale and hunker down... settle for the night | |
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Posted: 3/20/2005 8:38:26 AM | Oh my God. I. Am. So. Hung. Over.
Beer treats me well and it should after so many years of practice. I'm going to shower away the night but I thought I'd put this down while the headache was still roaming my little brain:
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I Heard a Goat Sing One Night
Goodness gracious, me oh my
I had too many beers and some fries
After twelve beer and some karaoke
I felt rather more than okey-dokey
I sang with a farmer and some lovely dears
I sang Dancin’ Girl with no sexual fears
I took requests and hung off the pole
Someone bought me shooters off their dole
It was a pre-spring day in a small town
Everyone was drunk and no one frowned
And if they did, they were trapped at their table
Inebriated legs are willing but not very able
So I made a giant ass out of myself but that’s all right
Because it was me, a few beers and an open mike
And the poor farmer’s wife who could no longer stand
She went home a-singin’ with her only man.
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Nope, it wasn't me. That's cool, though...I had enough action for one night.
Allrighty, I shall return and I shall read.
Hugs and handshakes, ya'll. | |
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Posted: 3/20/2005 11:46:17 AM | you know goat you inspire people to show many sides of themselves thru their own words - if anyone hasnt said thanks lately
- well thanks 
Zee | |
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Posted: 3/20/2005 1:38:07 PM | You're welcome.
And thanks to you too, Wolf. There are so many excellent poets here that insipre me, but you are the first one I encountered here. You're irreplaceable and so valuable to me.
Namaste. | |
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Posted: 3/20/2005 2:03:56 PM | I also want to thank all the regulars here as well for the great reads. I've spent the last little while just reading, sometimes aloud and sometimes not.
Miz...you've got the music, the courage and the words. I love seeing your poems in here.
Sukari...a fine limerick and I think I do know the subject matter, too. Thanks, eh.
Rory...I'll have to wander over to the poetry contest thread and see what's going on. I'll bet you guys have some good 'uns in there. The dingleberries poem just came to me during one fine..uh. nevermind. I guess that's too much info, huh? Like the poem too...every ten minutes, eh? I exceed that, as I think about it every two seconds. Or even more often than that.
Longte...good to see you again, pardner. And you brought a fine addition to Ye Olde Barne. Thanks, eh.
Tera...you have courage, heart and the will to use them all. I also want to be seen and heard and understood. That's partly why I'm here, too. I was tired of scribbling to myself and I wanted to share but didn't know what or how. Life is suffering and we all get through it one step at a time.
Heck, Longte said it better. He's good at that.
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Posted: 3/20/2005 2:13:36 PM | Goat, don't think your words don't reach us, they really do, each of us has been affected by your writes, in ways you wouldn't begin to imagine, might just be a smile, or something deeper, but it is there, and I know along with others that we thank you for doing that.....huggggggssssss
I have been writing weird things lately..is it a full moon?...lol guess my mind is crossing over to the uncharted territory, the darkside , and the laughter side, see you are all rubbing off on me....hey, now, no touching the butt...lol...
Anyway....I wrote this for the contest, since Goat wrote about his drinking night, thought this might fit in good..
The party went on way past dawn
I ended up puking all over the lawn
Music was loud the crowd was drunk
Someone made friends with a skunk
How did I even get here I try to think
Oh I really had too much to drink
To many long nights drinking beers that are flat
Head hurts too much to even put on my hat
I don’t know if I am home but the key works
Stumbling inside I feel like such a dork
I crawled into bed at a quarter to five
Oh my head hurts am I even alive
Passing out to ease the pain in my head
Knowing this hangover I am going to dread
Miz.. | |
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Posted: 3/20/2005 3:55:40 PM | Hi all,
Man am I tired. Been up all weekend, with very little to no sleep. Anyway, thought I'd pop in and take a read. Yes, I too would like to thank the Goat. Your words inspire, make me laugh, and make me contiue to want to come to the Barn. There's always encouragement and understanding in all of your words, for everyone.
I'd also lik to thank everyone else. Everyone here has such passion, when it comes to words.
You all feed my mind. And it's what it needs.
So for now I'll duck out of the Barn. Fatigue has just wrought my body and mind. I'm off to get some much needed sleep.
Cya,
Kobold | |
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Posted: 3/21/2005 4:37:10 AM | Chock Full Of Moobie Goodness
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Please pass me a rusty spoon
I like to feel it while I sing a song
Wrap myself in a cheese filled cocoon
Have a toke off my pickle bong
And then there's my rusty kettle
It feels almost orgasmic and bloody
I have a contraption for my nettle
But now it's wheels are all muddy
There's some game oustide my door
His apron says BBQ for some reason
He's bleeding all over my floor
I'll have his head and call it treason
Meat hooks and over the rainbow
Some little man is caught in my oven
There's my shiny sister filled with glow
I wish I had a slimey coven
You're all gooey and I won't play with you
That is until you have a wash
Because this is what fingers do
Put on airs and pretend they are posh
Now i'm in a cage with the weird eye fellow
I don't like this game, I'm going home now
Pull the curtain and escape to below
End scene, here's my bow.
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Ok so this probably didn't make sense unless you have seen the salad fingers cartoons on the net.
Made sense to me though and it made me giggle. | |
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Posted: 3/21/2005 11:54:55 AM | Hey, everyone.
Goat, I so wished I was there at the packed house, all there to hear you in glorious song. Did anyone film the episode, and if so, can I purchase it on DVD? Love the poem.
tera, "Therapy is expensive and didn't even come close to the progress my writing has shown me." I love you for this sentence. When my marriage was breaking up, the ex and I went to a "therapist" once. Once was enough. The woman was brittle, looked like she hadn't had a good fukk in 30 years, and had the compassion of a turnip. Her style was confrontational, and she had nothing of import to say. I know others say that others have helped them in this vein, but really, they're just paid strangers. When I wrote poems, later, about my ex-wife, many things became clear to me, about myself and her, and I became at peace with our break-up, and with her. So keep writing, tera. You're right, that's where the progress is.
Miz, love your "fallow time", haha, and your entries in the contest (even though i voted for Kobold, can you ever forgive me?) BTW, whaddya mean, no touching of the butt? What if I closed my eyes, and made as if I thought it was the Goat's?
Kobold, hope you're feeling re-energized.
Well, folks, I'm gonna try something different, and I really want feedback on this to know if I should continue. I'm gonna put up a poem every post (on top of mine) by poets who've thrilled and inspired me. Most are heavyweights, some are more obscure.
The first is by the German Georg Trakl, considered the greatest German influence since Rilke, and who died by suicide in 1914 at age 26. This is one of my top ten poems of all time, and HAS to be read aloud. (Translation: Herman Salinger)
NOCTURNE
Beneath the stars a man alone
his pathway through the midnight takes.
Out of wild dreams a boy awakes;
under the moon his face is stone.
With streaming hair a lunatic
weeps at her staring window-bars.
On pale pond-water sewn with stars
lovers are floating past, love-sick.
The murderer drinks his wine wide-eyed.
Invalids shake with fear of death.
A nun prays nude with baited breath
before the savior crucified.
A sleeping mother sways and sings.
Her child looks toward the moon's soft light
with eyes still truth-filled in the night.
Out of the whorehouse laughter rings.
By candle in the cellar deep
from fingers of the freshly dead
on walls a grinning hush is spread.
The sleeper whispers in his sleep.
Gawd, now for mine. I feel like Boy George arriving on stage after the Beatles' just opened.
THE SOUL OPENS
Shot,
the mop-headed youth's
hand clutched his stomach,
cupping blood
like the Love he never had. | |
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Posted: 3/21/2005 2:07:05 PM | good job Rory....well done...and if I don't see you doing it, I will blame it on the goat...lol..
I forgive you for not voting for me, if you do the same...as I voted for kobold also..lol that man has alot of talent, I wish I had half what he has....
anyway....here is my post for the day, my mind has been blank, the words not wanting to form, so this is an older poem...
talk to you all later...
luv you guys....all of you...reaches over and scratches the goats butt....you need a bath buddy..lol
When you touch me
Like you did last night
I feel like I am in heaven
And under some spell
Not sure where I am
Or what I should be doing
But knowing that this feels
So right and true
The shock waves from your hand
Make me quiver with delight
I want more of your touch
But yet fear I can’t take it
My body is acting so strange to me
I have never felt this way before
What kind of magic do you have?
In those hands so strong
You must be the one
I have heard all about
The one that can make my body sigh
With a single touch
You make me want to surrender
To your touch, taste, and love
But I fear that this is just a dream
How can so much pleasure be true
No questions, no commitments
Needed to be said or heard
Just touch me again
Like you did last night....
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/21/2005 6:16:08 PM | Ok
I am just getting into this
Miz...I love your stuff
Golden Lake??
Thats where the cottage is
THis just played in my head and its semi true.
Went to the bin
The dog food's in
to feed my old black lab.
She's twelve you see
And really needs
to keep to her routine.
But instead of kibble
To my chagrin
The cupboard was bare
THere was no kibble there
The mice had been in
But......
It's good for her diet
She's looking quite trim | |
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Posted: 3/21/2005 7:27:51 PM | Thanks for the vote Miz and Rory. There was lot of good poems to choose from, including yours. I won by opinion only, you won by the might of your words! Everyone here has so much talent, that I truly stand in awe of it at times. Keep it up!
The Lonely Ghost
I am here, in the realm between life and death,
The place where I have existed, since my last breath.
I cannot rest, my search not yet done,
And even though dead, death has not won.
I rise every night, to search out and query,
To find the answer, but my soul grows weary.
Time is endless, I lose track of the years,
My never ending search, with so many tears.
The pain of being alone, for no one sees me,
Except for a few, but in fear they flee.
Where is love, I never found it when I was alive,
Something everyone needs, and for it they do strive.
I keep searching, but don’t really know what I’m looking for,
And my pain keeps growing, as time passes more and more.
I feel so alone, as I walk about each night,
Mourning and wailing, until the mornings first light.
My search for love, how it feels so much to be in vain,
Seemingly doomed for all eternity, to exist in such pain.
But search I will, across the expanse of nights endless sea,
Until I find the love I need, to finally set my soul free.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/21/2005 7:28:24 PM | Thinking
It’s getting dark out, as the wind scurries the light snow around,
And the moonlight is reflecting its light, off the gravestones in the ground.
The brisk wind as it blows, sends a chill down my spine,
As it sharply reminds me, that this fate will someday be mine.
It’s here that I like to think, especially at night,
My mind much clearer, in the absence of light.
I think about my life, and all the choices I’ve made,
About all my mistakes, and the price for them I’ve paid.
Being around the old stones, reminds me my time’s short,
And that all my priorities, I have to quickly set and sort.
Time goes by so quick, have I made a difference at all,
And will I do so, before, into the eternal slumber, I fall.
The silent graves are a reality, beneath them lie the story,
That life is nothing to waste, for in death there is no glory.
For all of us are bound, bound to this fate.
So live life to its fullest, before it’s too late.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/21/2005 7:35:50 PM | Enclosed in my womb is a hatred aching to spew forth
Dark rage bubbling just below the surface of my soul
Dormant by day it lies in wait for that one perfect moment
Feeding off the pain and suffering of all that is me
By night it runs rampant over a city pulsing with sin
Feeding in a frenzy on the madness and despair of others
Gleefully polluting even those most pure
My day of reckoning is at hand
Who will stand before me, the Dark Goddess, to be judged
Who among you can stand before my withered gaze and be spared
Who indeed | |
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Posted: 3/21/2005 7:38:02 PM | Time has come under one sun
To realise what of this we become
Only filled with questions
That make us the same
Where lie the answer
Who do we blame?
Slipping away likes sand in the glass
Forgotten so quickly like all those who pass
Brothers and sisters joined for all time
Each seeking thier path to the sublime
Yearning for answers to questions not told
Each one striving to return to the fold
Is it the way of the yellow brick road
Do we getting younger as we get old
Does it matter if the material sold
Will the shop be open , when i get old
I dont know anymore , it is for future to hold
How many albums will have dust when im old?
Will the children come to see me wither
Heed my call for all to come hither
Watch me prepare for oblivion in silence
Will I end my life a victim of violence
But for the grace of God go I one night
Peacefuly enter the radiant light
Where I find the girl who's colours seem swirl
And I dance with her freely and watch as she twirl
Maybe Im romanting , raving as Im ranting
I know deep down inside its please to the chanting
So ill keep my feet , and watch as you sleep
I wont leave you behind as I hold you all of the night
My Mistress, my friend, I vow to you this
Never again will you fear death's kiss
I bestow upon you my endless dark gift
Not one shapely finger will you ever lift
Nothing mundane for my Mistress so grand
Arise from your sleep and extend me your hand.
Verses 1,3 5 done by DANNY83
Verses 2 4 6 done by me | |
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Posted: 3/21/2005 7:59:42 PM | Howdy all. Just a wee slice of time to post.
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I Found a Photo Tonight
Half sunk in silhouette, the details are lost
Only the sun, that jealous orb
Is seen fighting its way down behind the mountains
I'm part of that Yukon rock in that photo
Slouching, sitting, gazing off into that fitful fiery sleep
I almost look contemplative
Like the rock under me, I am also in silhuoette
Details are lost, but not the feeling
When that photo was taken ten years ago now
I found it tonight shelved with some books from the same time
I'd seen so many sunsets up there in the arctic
All of them were gorgeous beyond thought
That was the only one I captured in orange majesty
Black below; a band of impossible heat capped by cloud
It almost doesn't fit into the frame
It hangs too big on the wall
It holds my heart still
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Okay...I may come back later but I will be back tomorrow.
Oh...welcome to Pickles. | |
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Posted: 3/21/2005 8:27:04 PM | Ty
Glad to be here
Don't measure up to the awesome talent on this thread but if you can stand it I would love to be part of this
pickles | |
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Posted: 3/21/2005 9:01:12 PM | Thank you
I will continue to write about those things that appeal to me
Would welcome any advice too
Pickles | |
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Posted: 3/21/2005 11:08:18 PM | Last night I brained my damage
Life is now more than I can manage
With one flick of the wrist I am retarded
Now all I can say is "mmm, I farted"
Reduced to velcro instead of laces
Special Olympics here I come, last in all races
Excused forever from having the answers
Banished to the corner for weirdos and prancers
No longer ridiculed for my imaginary friends
No more toilet, this girl's got Depends
Ms. Hoover, I ate my red crayon
I am your new target to prey on
Nametag, helmet, mittens sewn to my jacket
Snorting sugar daily, what a pretty packet
Pass me the finger paint, time to play
And continue to be dumb for yet another day | |
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