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Posted: 3/22/2005 3:54:49 AM | This one is really special to me, it is the one that i wrote after I got rid of my writer's block last month and it's about a nightmare I had about my little brother.
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Another Chance, Same Ending
Last night I dreamed you came back to me
From Heaven or Hell, you were set free
My little brother back from the dead
For only one dream, inside my head
To say the things I meant to say
To hug you in our familliar way
To ask you if you were up above
and if you looked down upon us with love
You answered no to both of these
You couldn't see the forest for the trees
With no idea how you came back
We went to the kitchen to get a snack
With Mom and Dad asleep on the couch
Wanting hot chocolate you took a pouch
I asked you then is it safe for you
To be with us your whole life through
The answer came as half a joke
Then all of a sudden you began to choke
Screaming for mom to open her eyes
Please save my brother, don't let him die!
Over and over I screamed for aid
But it was too late, the decision was made
I see it now so very clear
No matter what i did, you weren't meant to be here
When I opened my eyes from that fateful dream
All I could do was continue to scream
And reach out blindly for what i had lost
To beg to trade places, no matter the cost
I know in my heart I could do no more
Yet I can't help the tears that continue to pour
Out of my soul, my heart and my eyes
Does it ever get better when your loved one dies?
So now I bid you a final farewell
To be reunited, only time will tell
Know that I love you as I say goodbye
I await your hug on the day that I die.
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Posted: 3/22/2005 4:16:49 AM | Very wonderful write Tera...I amsorry for your loss, but I am glad that you are finally able to post that poem, it is a sign that yes your healing and moving on the way your brother would want you to be, he is now your gaurdian angel, pushing you along the way...
Remember that you always have nameless friends who give you their heart and shoulders when you need them...usually no requirements asked or needed....we have nothing to lose by being there for you , and everything to gain....
have a great day everyone,welcome pickles.....
I am off for my own little adventure...yahoo...speech pathologist for my son...ha ha.
my post for this morning....wrote it last night, and I do really like it...Kobold, your wearing off on me alot, maybe I should move my hay bale....jk...
A soul for a soul.....
Alone in her bed....Crying in her sleep
Haunting images surround her....Pulling her in deep
Images of death.....And murderous plights
Of lost lives and loves......Suicides at night
These images haunt her.....Hearing the souls cry
Hating the way they had to leave......The way that they did die
Haunting her mind at night.....They seek her help to find
The way to the light.......And peace of their minds
As a seer of all things......Her fate has been cast
To help the lost souls......Find peace at last
Draining of her strength......This journey will be
But it’s her fate calling her......Her destiny
So at night in her dreams.....A separate life she lives
To save a lost soul....Part of her soul she gives
Death surrounds her.......Pulling her in deep
No more having a soul.....No more life to keep....
Miz... | |
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Posted: 3/22/2005 10:44:26 AM | | Bless you, Tera. My heart goes out to you. My older brother died 33 years ago when he was 22. | |
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Posted: 3/22/2005 2:22:47 PM | Sigh....
How come life has to be so full of obstacles and dissapointments?...I have yet again had something thrown in my face, and I just had a whopping realization that I am the only one to blame...
Sorry for the rant, don't even know if it makes sense, I just wrote...had to get it out and I know this was the place...forgive me ahead of time....and thanks for listening and putting up with my nonsense...
I have been so open and honest, so giving,
My heart has been on my sleeve
I have been blinded by a lot of things
Just for the need to feel
But to me this has been my downfall
My shame of being alive
I can’t seem to get past being taken for a ride
How can I trust myself to see what is the right thing to see
When all the words and actions are doing
Are confusing me
Isn’t anything sacred anymore?
For when you actually date someone?
Or am I just finding losers, the players and the heartless ones?
I have decided again to close
My heart once more
And stop looking for love
Behind every door
I can't take anymore the pain and abuse
The feeling of being worthless and used
All I have ever wanted was someone to love
Someone to show me that I was worthy of
Spending your life with being faithful and true
Of being told those three words....I love you
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/22/2005 3:51:30 PM | Man, some bad sh!t happenin lately. Miz, at least you realize it-- your strength (loving openness ) can also be your weakness if you don't protect yourself. And I don't know how you go about doing that. Have faith and take care. | |
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Posted: 3/22/2005 3:58:08 PM | Rory, I am sorry for your loss. . My brother was a month shy of his 21st b-day when he passed away in july (hence my topic cold day in july for the poetry contest). People keep telling me that this will get easier in time. I think they are lying. My box is always open if you need a friend (ok that sounded weird but you get the idea).
Miz..... you rule. | |
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Posted: 3/22/2005 6:41:07 PM | Hey guys...sorry I'm late. Had to work a little later than usual today. Been doing some reading here and I'm still amazed by the quality traffic this ol' barn has been seeing. You guys are truly amazing.
First, a proper hello to Pickles. Like Rory said, don't compare yourself to us, you bring a lifetime's worth of experiences and the words that paint them. They're yours and if you wish to share them, go for it. My poems are the worst around and it hasn't stopped me from dropping them on unsuspecting people. You're always welcome here.
Miz...I need a power-washing, not a bath. Still love your older poems as much as your new poems. They're snapshots of mood, of memory. I thank you for telling me that my words do reach some people -- although I'm not sure if it's more of a reach-around or if it's an honest reach. I write selfishly, to feed my own needs, and then I bring it here. Your latest poem reached me. If this is your "nonsense", then you have no need to try to be profound. You wrote along a chord of how many of us feel. Tera's right...you rule.
Kobold...You're becoming a favourite poet of mine, pardner. A true Rembrandt with the words. I have no words to follow yours, pardner. And thanks for the compliments, too. It's kinda funny, but you're a reason for me to stay in the barn and read. It used to be like a laundry line for me to hang stuff in public, but you're helping make it a haven of sorts. Thanks, eh.
Rory...the house was packed, alright. Believe it or not, I was captured on camera in WMV format. Rumour has it I sang "Cecilia" off-key and humped a pole. I prefer to see the video before confirming it. And I like the idea of posting your inspirational poems above your poems. There are a lot of poems and poets that captured my attention. The latest for me is Kenneth Fearing but I've always loved Al Purdy's stuff. Of course, I like your verse as well.
Tera...you stun me again. You make me laugh, you still my heart and make me laugh some more. You're one heck of a fine wordsmith and don't let anyone tell you anything different. My heart goes out to you as well. My mother died on March 23, 1985 and there's not a day that goes by when I don't think of her. And, Rory, my condolences as well. You've been without a brother for almost as long as I've been alive...I find that staggering on so many levels.
Well I'd better get on a poem, shouldn't I? Let's see what I'll have in a wee bit. | |
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Posted: 3/22/2005 8:02:00 PM | News
I saw the news today, and it was really sad,
Nothing good did they report, all of it was bad.
I find it really hard to believe, that no one did a good deed,
And it really turns my stomach, that off misery they feed.
There’s no sensationalism, in doing good I guess,
Instead they rather report, how much the world is a mess.
War, famine, and murder, how they feed our ever growing fear,
And it only makes us worry, about those to us who are dear.
If it stirs a negative emotion, it’ll be reported for sure,
And in the end, only your darkest fears, will it assure.
It saddens me so, with the world already being pained,
That our daily news leaves us, to our misery, chained.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/22/2005 8:08:06 PM | Hey, Kobold. Sorry to be hanging on your coattails like this:
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Post-Work Flatness
Ain’t got no poem tonight
The verse has taken flight
Too much fooling around at work
Has left me feeling irked
So I’ll try to force a rhyme
And shape it like green slime
Into something that resembles a poem
Because it takes too long to grow ‘em
But let me say before I go to sleep
May the gods of verse you keep
Close to your hearts and gentle minds
And share the poems you may find
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Kobold...as usual, excellent and topical. I've heard of what happened in Red Lake yesterday and it saddens me to no end. Crazy d*mn world sometimes. | |
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Posted: 3/22/2005 8:39:52 PM | Torture
What the bloody hell, wasn’t I was suppose to be numb,
What was the oversized needle for, you stuck in my gum.
Medieval torture is what this is, and you get your kicks out of it,
As you sit there and smile, and into the sink tell me to spit.
Some kind of sadist, that’s what you are,
As you wrench my mouth open, as if with a crowbar.
Then you scrape and poke, and decide to drill,
And to do so to me, seemed to give you some kind of thrill.
And when you were through, you I had to pay,
It was really kind of funny, in a sick sort of way.
I could’ve gone and picked a fight, to get that kind of pain,
And been that much farther ahead, as my money I would retain.
But it was done, and for my next appointment I can wait,
Because there is no one more in this world, than the dentist, I hate.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/23/2005 12:01:50 AM | I shake my head at those who keep faking
And all the little mistakes they insist on making
Called out for the proof but alas there is none
I wonder why they do it, is it strictly for fun?
Do people really need to have approval that much?
That they lie and plagarize everything that they touch?
It saddens me to no degree that someone feels that empty inside
Make my heart ache that someone could lie and find pride
I want to be sympathetic but it makes me so mad
That we all have original thoughts, even if they are bad
Every day we journey here to share our thoughts and our wishes
And it never matters whether they are hits or misses.
I guess I should pray for those the words won't come for
And help them see that their lies will follow them evermore. | |
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Posted: 3/23/2005 5:13:13 AM | Good Morning every one
Thanks Goat, as always you made me smile and my heart a little brighter...I have been writing alot of different things lately, I suppose my mind has been expanding...I think I need a life, I have written 57 poems this year....help me...lol Your my inspiration Goat,your poems are funny, off the wall, but deep down I see a person, someone who is true to themselves, doesn't need to put on a show or do things to please others, you are you and are a special Goat...Glad to have met you...
Rory thank you hun for your support....I spent 2 and a half years after my ex left just focusing on my son, I blocked the need for love out of my life, when I decided to do things for me and start looking, all that has happened is an overflow of emotions, and pain....I don't know how I can protect myself other then closing my heart...and that isn't something I want to do, that means I won't be writing anymore either because that is where I write from...SO for now I will try to be strong, write my words to get the pain out, and move on, hoping that one day I will find that special one....any takers?....lol
Tera...thanks hun, I appreciate words that help soothe my soul and yours have,just simple words spoken can mean the world to someone...
Kobold, you are also one of my favorite people on here, your words as you can tell by my current poems have influenced my life...I don't know how you do it, how your creativity can flow so easily but don't ever stop sharing your words...thanks for being part of this barn...
well I probably forgot someone..but my mind is gone....lol...I am going to post something I have written last year...
I BLUSH
When my thoughts
Turn on you and me
My mind is in an erotic place
I blush
Our bodies entwined
Skin so sleek and hot
Temperatures rising
I blush
Feeling so much pleasure
Your hands and tongue
Tasting my whole body
I blush
Your body so hot and hard
My body so hot and tingling
Turned on beyond belief
I blush
Your sleek hardness
Meets my wet softness
Moans and grunts are heard
I blush
Pleasure wonderful pain
Pure ecstasy
Total satisfaction
I blush
These are my thoughts
Of when we get together
Until I met you I was fine
Now I blush…
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/23/2005 5:54:59 AM | My Barnyard Friends
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Long have I watched you all weave your masterful webs of imagery
Content to be silent and to see all there is from those who inspire me
Spurred on by all of your courage and strength and artful tones
I managed to set words to type through all of my cries and moans
Yet longer still I wasn't brave enough to share my works and hunkered down in my thread
And along came a dragon who took an interest and left behind him a little trail of bread
Curious as always I followed the trail left by my new dragon friend all the way here
A place where there is no judgement, no reprisal, no unintentional pain and no fear
I knew right away that here is where I was meant to be, amongst all of you
You all help me face each day with the comfort of knowing you'll all help me through
Miz the Goddess of reason and rhyme with a nice word for all even when she's down
Kobold the dark with his soul searching words, the one who is worthy of the darkest crown
Rory my kindred spirit in pain of whom I know so much yet so little, I want more
Longte my special dragon friend to which i owe so much, a friendship I never knew before
And so I bring myself to the Old Goatsmell who always has a kind word or a laugh
Of all the people I have ever known I bet you own "I love to puke" on an epitaph
And so my friends as you can see, you are never far from my heart
So please accept this little poem of mine and please excuse the fart | |
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Posted: 3/23/2005 6:24:50 AM | It isn't my barn not my place to say
but I also know that we welcome your stay
your words bring smiles, laughter and tears
we are so glad we can help you with your fears
write your words, share them here
never having any fears
the people here are always true
will share the words in our hearts to you
so hunker down grab a bale of hay
and always remember you have a place to stay
a place to open without remorse or pain
somewhere to feel the happiness again
we hope your stay brings laughter and fun
and on the dark days a little bit more sun
so glad you followed the dragon in one day
he is one of our leaders in the poetic play
so stay awhile put up your feet
and tera it was our pleasure you we did meet.....
Miz | |
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Posted: 3/23/2005 6:32:26 AM | I have never been called a Goddess before..thanks tera...kinda nice...lol...
WELCOME TO THE BARN.... | |
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Posted: 3/23/2005 4:39:19 PM | Yow ! Lotsa good stuff again.
Goat, thanks as usual for the kind words, and I'm sorry to hear about your mother. That's too young of an age to be dealing with such a terrible loss. "I Found a Photo Tonight" reveals that deeper side we all knew the Goat possesses ...hahaha ! Seriously, that was an excellent entry, the photo must be remarkable because it SOUNDS like a visual treat. Of course, you also did a great job associating that with your own memories/mood.
Tera, thanks so much for the beautiful "finding the barn" poem. Great to have you here.
Miz, -- "I blush"; wonderfully erotic, "Until I met you I was fine"-- that can be taken either way, (hahaha) but it works nicely with the powerful mood of the poem.
Kobold, your News poem echoes the attitude of two efforts (one by longte, one by me) on another thread. I'll print mine:
TELEVISION
The words roll across the screen:
passion, love, freedom, confidence....
There's a history program on tonight:
from six to seven Hitler rises and falls.
The sit-com mom is upstaged by her furniture:
twin lamps are fixed brackets around her emptiness.
The cops grimace. The criminals exult.
Only off-screen bureaucrats frighten.
Bad breath made out as our greatest problem:
watching this, the imagination further deadens.
An afternoon model has the crying jags
allowing movement for the soap's star: her man's eyebrows.
The only relief for most people
is a power failure.
And finally, one more from Georg Trakl (trans. Michael Hamburger):
NEARNESS OF DEATH
O the evening deep in the darkling hamlets of childhood.
The pond beneath the willows
Fills with the tainted sighs of sadness.
O the wood which softly lowers its brown eyes,
When from the solitary's bony hands
The purple of his enraptured days ebbs down.
O the nearness of death. Let us pray.
This night the delicate limbs of lovers
Yellowed with incense on warm cushions untwine. | |
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Posted: 3/23/2005 8:05:53 PM | Howdy all. Been another long day and I really don't know what I have in the tickle trunk. I'll dig around a bit and see what's up.
Been reading a bit here too. I don't have words, just gratitude to you guys.
Okay, I'll be right back. | |
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Posted: 3/23/2005 8:13:13 PM | Yup...don't have much tonight. Just this little freshie...it's so fresh it's steaming and the flies haven't found it yet.
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Post-Work Flatness Vol. II
Flat, flat, flat
Like a car that has met a polecat
Travelling at speeds to fast
My creativity cannot last
All I can think about is sleep
Before that, a good leak
And then eight hours of slumber
Perhaps then I’ll return with thunder
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Thanks to you all for writing and posting here. I'll read a little more in depth tomorrow and talk with ya'll a lot more. I think there's a long weekend coming up, too. About time...
Okay...hugs and handshakes to all. | |
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Posted: 3/23/2005 8:48:42 PM | Hya Goat, yup that flatness-been feeling it lately. Of course it been a bad couple weeks for me, but what the hell. That which doesn't kill us-hehehe-only pisses us off!(Kobold paraphrase) I can't believe the diversity here in the Barn-all of them excellent. All of them drawn here by you Goat. Man am I glad I found this place.
Miz, you know you've rubbed off on me too. You can see it in my poems, especially th e lighter, brighter ones. And I thank you. And as for "I Blush", ice please 
Rory, hey what can I say, great minds think alike-lol. But I think I like your ending more.
Tera, some really powerful emotions you're writing about. You're a very visual writer I've noticed. Glad you joined the Barn. Thanks.
Well, I've wound down a bit, but I'm not out.
But A Memory
I do not fear death, and don’t see it as a loss,
But it still hurts, and my face, tears do emboss.
For I too, have had someone close to me die,
And gave into grief, with many tears, did cry.
But their memory I keep alive, and hold close to my heart,
I think of who they were, and what set them apart.
That special little thing, that etched into my mind,
These are the things in my heart, that are enshrined.
What happens after we’re dead, I don’t really know,
Do we rot as food for the worm, or is there place we go.
Is there really a Heaven, and is there a place like Hell,
The only ones that truly know the answer, are dead, so they can’t tell.
I don’t waste what little time I have, by dwelling on the “what if”,
I have more important things to think about, than what happens when I’m a stiff.
The most we can hope for, is that we’ll live on in memories of a loved one,
Keeping us alive by remembering, who we were and all that we had done.
So remember and celebrate their lives, let them live on,
In this way we honor them, by not letting them be gone.
No I don’t fear death at all, no matter how rotten,
The only thing I truly fear is, that I’ll be someday, forgotten.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/23/2005 11:21:57 PM | Hi All
I havn't been ignoring you all but I'm just getting ready to take off again
Chaos reigns as per usual
If you catch a whiff of brimstone every now and then you'll know I've called past
But not too many oppurtunities to spend much time playing on computers for a little while | |
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Posted: 3/24/2005 5:07:29 AM | Your words will be missed, but your bale will always be there for you...
Hiya all....
Sorry Kobold, didn't mean to rub you that way...lol I know you like your darker posts, but a little light helps keep the spirit strong and ready to go on.....next time I post anything like I blush I will make sure you have some ice handy....oh my....I really don't see sometimes how a poem can affect someone, it is nice to see that when you read another person's words you put your own spin on it, you see it in the way that it affects you, when I read them, I see if they are good or not, there are a few that hit me hard when I read them, but most are poems,I enjoy when people tell me that a poem has touched them....My work is done..lol
Goat, hope you get back soon, and that things settle down for you...when you get back in the barn for longer then time to drop something....ha ha....come over to my bale and I will give you a good scratching to help relax you...The vietnamese food that your cleaners are bringing is yummy, but I need sweets...so maybe I will bring some baking since its one of my favorite things to do....any requests?...
I also agree with Kobold, I am so lucky to have found this place, I feel welcome, creative, and part of the group..a group of diverse talent that blends well together....
well what do I have today for you all....lets see.....Don't think I posted this yet....
NOT EVEN A TRACE
I watch you sleep
A mask upon your face
No emotions no thoughts
No love not even a trace
You’re in your own world
So far apart from mine
We seem to be so distant
Walking that narrow line
What have we become?
Our lives have changed so fast
Something once seemed forever
Is certain not to last
You won’t talk to me
Explain what’s on your mind
Tell me what I need to do
What I need to find
To mend our broken life
Our future our one heart
The passion we once had
Right from the very start
I watch you sleep
A mask up upon your face
No answers no words
No love, not even a trace…
Miz
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Posted: 3/24/2005 6:55:49 PM | Kinda dry on poems this week. Here's an excerpt of something I'm writing.
Hunger
It was when Frank was passing one, that he heard a noise. Like a shutter flapping in the wind, it startled him. And he stopped dead in his tracks, trying to discern its direction. Then there was a huge crash! And Frank knew then it came from the mausoleum. Then he saw the heavy bronze door buckle outward with the next crash. He was frozen in fear, not knowing what to do. Then with another crash, the door blew outward. And before he could do anything, he felt a tremendous gust of putrefied air, nearly knocking him over. But he soon realized it was more than air, as he felt himself lifted up. And with some unseen force, he heard his ribs crack. And the last thing his eyes saw, was a fountain of his blood spewing into the air. His still floating, crushed body suddenly just dropped to the ground, like a pile of dirty clothes. And the snow turned red as his blood flowed.
Frank's crushed body convulsed, and exploded little bits of flesh. Bones cracked as they were ripped away from his body and tossed aside. All his soft tissue seemed to be being ripped, shredded then consumed by nothingness. All the while you could hear the very distinctive sounds of a frenzied feast. Heavy breathing and chewing only disturbed by the frequent gulping. Which was followed by, what could only be called, a groan of pleasure. And then, one by one, the individual bones rose into air. A grating noise broke the silence of the night as each bone turned, with little splinters of bone that flew as the flesh ripped away. Then once all were stripped, the skull rose into the air as simultaneously its back broke away. And with a heavy slurp, its contents were gone. With the skull dropping to the ground, there was a nightmarish wail. With a sudden rush of air, the trees adjacent to the cemetery snapped over. And you could hear limbs cracking and trees falling to the ground. The sound more distant with each crack. Once again silence fell back onto the grim scene, all that was left was scattered bones and blood soaked shreds of clothing amongst the red melting snow.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 3/24/2005 7:36:22 PM | That was kinda...well, kinda grim and descriptive, Kobold. It reminds me of reading those Alan Moore comics when I was a younger fella. Tension capped by gory results. Cool.
Okay, the dust has settled down at work for now. I. Have. Three. Days. Off. (I am so friggen excited!) Of course, I have no idea what to do for three days, but I'll figure it out pretty quick.
I should be at work creating a new poem...I'll get to it after some reading through the barn.
I shall return... | |
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