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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/31/2005 10:43:35 PM | Welcome, Ohio. Good to have a new voice, new perspective in the Barn. Stick around.
Lotta heat in the kitchen and bedroom earlier today in here.
This one's by me:
THE EVERGREEN
Sea ripples scintillate,
golden flakes at play
with no outcome.
The evergreen is still in the wind
as two trollers criss-cross
in front of it, and an old couple
passes behind, reeving the tree
into past and future
like a dizzy, colorless depository.
Your face flashes, fixed,
uncertain and waiting behind
the golden screen of my eyelids.
A beseeching, and a disappearance....
the evergreen's nobility
remains, an exclamation
between the vacant parking lot
and the sun-dappled inlet.
By Robert Lowell:
THE OLD FLAME
My old flame, my wife !
Remember our lists of birds?
One morning last summer, I drove
by our house in Maine. It was still
on top of its hill--
Now a red ear of Indian maize
was splashed on the door.
Old Glory with thirteen stripes
hung on a pole. The clapboard
was old-red schoolhouse red.
Inside, a new landlord,
a new wife, a new broom !
Atlantic seaboard antique shop
pewter and plunder
shone in each room.
A new frontier !
No running next door
now to phone the sheriff
for his taxi to Bath
and the State Liquor Store !
No one saw your ghostly
imaginary lover
stare through the window,
and tighten
the scarf at his throat.
Health to the new people,
health to their flag, to their old
restored house on the hill !
Everything has been swept bare,
furnished, garnished and aired.
Everything's changed for the best--
how quivering and fierce we were,
there snowbound together,
simmering like wasps
in our tent of books !
Poor ghost, old love, speak
with your old voice
of flaming insight
that kept us awake all night.
In one bed and apart,
we heard the plow
groaning up hill--
a red light, then a blue,
as it tossed off the snow
to the side of the road. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/31/2005 10:52:32 PM | Yes tomorrow ...april fools us...
just lowering my head with respect as i graze the menu. So many choices , they all hold so much flavour. Makes you want more. Maybe tommorow I shall sip lemonade and write a spell. For now, I must write a kindred soul.
g'nite
may you all slumber on a pile or warm blankets .... | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 3/31/2005 11:01:05 PM | Bed
Dead
Thoughts playing in my head
So late again
Hanging on
Want to kiss you
But you are gone
Want to tell you
Want to smell you
Want to feed you
Want you to need me
Need to need you
Need to feel you
Feel you in me
We begin to
Soar
Tell me, love you
Want me, have you
Touch me
Feel me
Stroke me
Need me
Feel me
Feed me
I
Am
Me
You
Are
With
Me
You
Are
Me
I
Am
You
Two,
Always
I
Will
Love
You
I
Do
Love
You | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/1/2005 5:51:02 AM | Good Morning all....
Nice to see everyone out and about writing....today is a cloudy and dreary day, the typical day of spring showers....yuck..oh well at least the snow is melting and the flowers that are a sign of spring show there peaks through the ground....
Here is my post for the day, I am off soon to do some running around, ahhh the first of the month....
April fools day...a day fit for me I think right about now..
Take care
Night indulgence
Faint breaths upon my neck awaken my skin
Reminding me of the indulgence of pleasurable sins
Gazing at your sleeping face longing to touch
Knowing that if I do my heart will ache so much
For in a few short hours you shall leave my bed
Memories of this night will only linger in my head
When we get together the electricity runs high
Feelings of intense pleasure moans and sighs
Hands caress my sensitive skin shivers arrive
Electric shots jolt my body now feeling alive
Heated passion untouchable hearts
Hands caressing not knowing where to start
Our breathing intense bodies hot and ready
Legs entwined holding on both so unsteady
Kissing our way to the heart of our heat
Joining in longing we finally meet
Moans screams whimpers are heard
Unable to speak any coherent words
Breathing slows down passion has been sated
In one joining breath we have been mated
Only for the night having our ecstasy our fun
Until the night ends with the morning sun…
Miz | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 1305 | |
| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/1/2005 7:27:07 AM | Now hang on Miz
Thought there was no raunchy bits tucked away there?????
Came sneaking past just in time to see the Goat standing outside hitchhiking with a sign saying CANADA or Nowhere | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/1/2005 10:34:13 AM | Howdy folk, I am stepping out of my comfort zone a bit , braving these fine walls, I step into the eatery to Pay Ode’ to a goat .
I know, I know, it’s been said before …..Let me tell you a lil’ ole story:
You see Goats like spam,
And we all know our good friend,Spam?–
I don’t mean- Computer spam…….
I mean gud ole` fashion’d Spam,
You know the stuff, we all grew up with?
You can you smell it now, right?
Phe ee ee ewww………………
Remember Goats eat anything>>>
They will chew on your arm. They will pull at your pant legs,
run you down. They do not care your flavour.
This being said, we are talking
Your average goat, But a seasoned goat.
Now He prefers flavour, But, will never turn his hand at spam .
There is a certain Eatery; I hear it was started by a Goat?
We flock in droves to see the special of the night.
Which spices will be used?
Will it taste sweet like sugar candies.
Will it make you lips pucker,
like sardines, bones sticking in your teeth,
the taste lasting for hours!
Then there is the flavour we all know and love::
Pop Rocks* * With every little pop you giggle more.
Come on I know you do!
Perhaps it will be like Candy Apples:
Dipped in Belgian Chocolate.
One must savor this flavour.
It is all here, at the Barn Yard Eatery
The menu Devine.
Nightly I dine.
Appetizers all the way to desserts,
Better than Sun-showers in the spring of June.
I’m glad I dropped in for a bite,
I will return. Nite` | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/1/2005 11:39:58 AM | howdy all, just thought i drop a word or two, inspired while watching "hotel rwanda"...
where is the hope in this world...
“War without arms”
Do you see the flames,
hear the gunfire?
Amongst the rubble and ruin?
Screams from her belly
Nails scrape rock.
She is thrashing.
You idly sit by,
You watch her world, unfold.
Guarding your wall
You simply pass by,
Without a glance to what was
her past.
It’s not your cause you say.
You
Preventing penetration,
How do you fill your soul,
As dinner is served?
The knives sharp
You watch your blood drip
On the other side.
All in the name of war, the love of a god?
You kill, dismember your kin,
Those you profess to protect,
You won’t let them get under your skin.
Hypocrisy in it’s purest form.
Is it you, who wins
The war within? | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/1/2005 1:58:01 PM | Hey Longte...that's not raunchy at all..I think I posted a few other ones that beat the last one I posted...lol
I have one that is a little more descriptive...I kinda like getting my point across in a sensual way...it seems to work...
So I should keep watch for a goat with a canada sign attached around his neck?..lol
will drop by later, I could use some company, been a rough day especially with the mental process....god I hate having to think...lol
later
Miz | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/1/2005 8:50:50 PM | Heh heh...my ears are burning. Hm. So's me a***...that's for different reasons. Never get Prep H mixed up with Tiger Balm. The results are -- interesting.
Hello all. I'd like to hang out a bit, but I really have to send my butt to bed before I fall over. Been a long day...a long, uninspiring day...
I don't know if I have a poem in me. There's always room for a haiku, though...
Nah..let's try a poem:
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That Indescribable Smell
I happened by the washroom at work
Hesitant to use its half-gleaming facilities
It looked clean, so I did
But there was that smell
Like someone pulled a hunk of cheese
Out of their ass
And beat it with a dead tuna
Pausing to press cloves of nutmeg in it
And then urinating on it
Liberally
Among the bits of tuna
And that loose jar of nutmeg
Yet
All evidence was erased
Except for that indescribable smell
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Well, there was something in me. It still may be a fart bubble. Stand back, ya'll.
I'll do some reading during my morning coffee tomorrow and say a proper howdy to you all.
And hello to Breathing. You move those words around delightfully.
Okay...g'night. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/1/2005 11:14:01 PM | I smote
A goat
The other day
It happened
This way
My need to pee
Was overwhelming
Crossed my legs
Oh God help me
Find a clean Lavatory
I entered the room
The smell was VILE
I think I passed out
For a while
THE GOAT had been here in style
OH I peed and peed
And peed some more
But the smell was rank
Hard to ignore
Urine, dribbled on the floor.
The remedy is easy, see
Make Goats and men
Stand and pee
Outside, up against a wall
That would be best for one and all
To goats everywhere!
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/2/2005 10:45:41 AM | Cleaned out your sinuses, didn't I? Heh heh. There are no bugs around me for a reason.
Hi DragonN! I never suspected you'd peek in this here barn. Good to see ya, eh?
Well, well, well...a beautiful day is upon me and I have to embrace it and roll in the mud of a gorgeous spring day.
But, first a poem:
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Now, THAT’S Good Coffee
It started so slowly; a pit-a-pat so far away
A cliff over a calm, blue sea
Dust frowned in the distance
Is that thunder?
A herd of ideas and concepts bear down, pounding the ground
Racing across the plain of an old goat’s brain
Heading for the Sea of Words, calm as it is
Where verbs Paddle and nouns just Are
Conjunctions hang with stubby fingers to anything solid
Punctuation keeping the relationships clean
They don’t know what’s about to roll into them
As it hoof-stomps, blurred in dry dirt
Wanting to be broken up on the hard shoals
Of the Internal Infernal Editor
Some will escape that sharp, rocky criticism
Some will meet verbs, nouns and be regulated by
So-very-apt punctuation
Who knows what will grow from it all
Nursed by soft conjunctions
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I switched from Folger's to Nabob. Can you tell? No conjunctions were harmed in the making of this poem, just so you know.
I'll be back in a bit to hang with ya'll. Some good stuff in here I have yet to read. Looking forward to it. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/2/2005 1:45:42 PM | Hi all..just dropping something off, sorry not in a chatty mood right now, to much on the brain...
take care
Miz
Soul Torn
I tried to do things to help my soul
To help my heart begin to feel whole
But all I have done is end up in pain
Wanting to block it all over again
I opened my heart and hurt walked in
I closed my heart loneliness did win
Is there a line that I can cross and feel free?
Without losing myself the true me
I have never been one to lust
For me a relationship was a must
But when you’re lost and alone so long
Sometimes you just want to belong
You look for options to again feel
And hope your heart can once more heal
Praying pain and confusion won’t invade
After this little night escapade
So now I sit and wonder why
Am I doing this still going to try
To find the one that will mark my heart
When there seems like no where to start
All I get are men wanting friends no more
Or they want behind my bedroom door
I finally experienced what others did
The longing inside that I hid
I freed myself for a short time
To see if there were things I could find
But all I found were feelings of low
Being treated like my standards were below
So now again my heart aches
Feels like in many pieces it will break
Because I went against my ideals
Just so that for a short time again could feel
So how can I again like myself?
And not hide me upon a shelf
Like I did for so many years
Always fighting back the tears
Hiding the real pain inside
Just going along for the ride
Doing what I thought others wanted
Deep down the pain haunted
How can you stop feeling so blue?
Tell me someone what can I do?
Help me see help me feel
Help me love help me heal…..
bye
Miz | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/2/2005 7:39:32 PM | ahhh miz...to you .I bow for words heard....... for you:
Pulsing hearts
What do I give
This heat?
What returns
Do I seek?
Valves open, Valves close.
There Is nothing.
Swallowing chaos
I choke on it’s reply:
Particals of reason,
Reason of logic lost.
Omi present, is he
In swirls of sheets
They engulf her.
Tangled he and I
With no way out.
A day passes
Weariness in my bones
My skin craves
To be filled once more.
Once he was here,
Now he is lost in time. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/2/2005 7:41:03 PM | Ah...you guys. Is "people" a more politically-correct term? I've never been accused of being politically correct yet, so "guys" it is.
I've been doing some reading here and I am floored. The level of talent here is absolutely incredible.
Miz...stunning, as per usual. That latest poem stunned me. You do have something on your mind, all right. Chatty or not, you post something like that and my mind travels with you for a while. Hope things resolve themselves.
Tera...you're quite a person. Walking through the depths, making brownies and then coming back and posting something incredibly funny. I did say you're good, didn't I? I don't think good quite covers it. I'll have a couple brownies too, if they're still around.
Pickles...I felt fondled and slapped and stunned by your words in the last few days. All in a good way. There's a lot of words I read that have no emotional effects on me...then I come here and see you and the others and I'm taken for a great ride.
Rory...the same applies to you. It almost seems the shorter your poems are, the more effective they can be. Distilled feeling, perhaps.
Kobold...you and Miz are rubbing off on each other? Well, it's okay but keep the noise down a bit and make sure you're behind the bales over there. I'll hose you both off when the time comes to clean the place up a bit. But still, your diversion into sensuality was great. I can't do sensuality well...my sense of humour comes out too quickly and ruins the mood.
Breathing...ah, breathing....what can I say about you? If there's one person I'm completely speechless over, it's you. I hope you understand.
Did I miss anyone? If I did, it was unintentional. This barn gets busy these days and I am a terrible correspondant sometimes.
Okay...back to reading. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/2/2005 11:14:35 PM | The Last Kiss
I loved once, but no more,
A damaged heart, none can restore.
Tried to grasp onto hope, but it slipped away,
Feeling abandoned, my faith began to decay.
Alone to my thoughts, silent whispers in my mind,
Dreams of my own reality, splinter and unwind.
No future do I seek, nor reality do I hold to,
For all to me is lost, and living has no value.
My mind recesses into depression, a carcass that fears pick clean,
Spiraling in utter torment, in a raging battle that is unseen.
So leave me to die here, and shed not a tear,
For it’s better to burn in Hell, than to be hopeless and full of fear.
I rather not exist now, now that I’ve lost all my vigor,
A gentle kiss to my barrel, without regret I pull the trigger.
~Kobold~ | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/3/2005 6:18:15 AM | Good Morning All
Breathing thank you,I always wonder how people perceive what I had written especially when I see it one way...
I don't have the words for the people who care in here, I do hope you understand that If I am not to chatty, I just need to work things out, but I thank all of you so very much for being a part of my life...
And Goat Kobold is giving me is darkness and I am giving him the light..lol..Your words always help me along the way, I am lost and alone most of the time, I don't have many if really any friends that I can turn to in real life,but I know that even though I may never meet any of you,your for now friends I can go to.....THANKS
I also wanted to say I am alone, have been for awhile, this whole thing I am dealing with you should be able to tell by my last poem....I still am looking for any takers...lol
I wrote this yesterday, my bath was waiting and my mind was as usual working....
The Bath
The candles are lit
Music playing softly
Bubbles fill the tub
Calling my name
Chilled glass of white wine
Savoring the taste
Decadent truffles
Melting on my tongue
Slipping the satin robe off
It slowly glides down my body
Caressing my skin
Making it feel alive
Stepping into the tub
Bubbles surround my nakedness
Warmth envelopes my body
Sighing with content
Easing back relaxing into the water
Tension releasing
Body energizing
Awakening my senses
Hands begin to wander
Body tingling from the heat
missing you so much
Wanting you here
Body arches with delight
As I find my secret place
Thinking of your touch
Pleasuring me like you can do
Moaning sighing feeling peace
Smiling with content
My baths fill the void
But hurry back baby…
Miz | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/3/2005 6:24:35 AM | The forum's spell has been broken and the veil of boredom lifted
The words and inspiration from you all is what I have ben gifted
The chance to live, love and laugh again has not been taken lightly
I've been out and about in the spring sunshine and boozing it up nightly
I think of you all every now and again and wonder what words I have missed
Until I check the rest of the forums and emails and realize I've been getting dissed
So I suppose this little rhyme of mine is somewhat of an informal farewell
While I will continue to write my story of death, when I will be back, only time will tell
So remember me fondly and don't be surprised if I pop in now and then
For the time has come for me to live life instead of writing about it with my pen
Adieu my friends, keep my bale warm for me will ya? | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/3/2005 6:58:52 AM | Tera best of luck....
Remember you always have friends here at the barn, your words and laughter will be missed but always remembered..
hugs to you and I will watch over your bale and no one will take it, it will always be here for you when you need a place to drop...
Take care a friend always
Miz | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/3/2005 7:39:41 AM | Farewell Tera,
Remember you have friends here.
And it's ok to live in darkness,
But don't let it live in you-it only eats away at ya.
Hope you'll be back every now and then to expel it in words so beautiful.
Watching From The shadows,
Kobold | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/3/2005 9:04:52 AM | Tera...I will miss you. You are one hell of a warrior -- I'll bet you have more piss and vinegar than a Vegreville seniors home. I've seen that heart of yours too...we've all seen it...and it's a great thing.
You're always welcome here as long as this barn is standing..God willing, that may be for a time yet. I've saved a lot of your poems, too...little sharp pieces of you to remember you by.
Get busy on that life. I did the same thing and always came back to writing. It was almost a decade that passed before I realized I could live and write and still balance both. You're smarter than I am, so you'll have that balance figured out, when...by next week?
Heh heh.
G'wan with ya. Hugs n' such. Travel well. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/3/2005 10:40:11 AM | Just a quickie before I head out into the great, wide world:
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South in the Winter
Breasts and testicles begin to head south
At a certain, tough age
It’s approaching for me…gently padding like a cat
Ready to pounce and hang on those tender bits
Drag them down like well-ripened fruit
Tighter shorts and better bras will arrest that a bit
Keep the bits n’ pieces safe from Dear Gravity
I’m in a position to need both
But wishing to purchase one
What to choose?
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Balls n' boobs...I got 'em both. One for producing my young and the other to nurture them. There's a thought to keep ya'll warm and maybe ruin your lunches, too.
Later, eh? | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/3/2005 1:18:55 PM | | Tera, I'll miss you. Your words have meaning, depth, flavor, and delicious irreverence, just like the woman who writes them. Go crazy, enjoy life, and I hope you're back from time to time. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/3/2005 3:36:23 PM | What to cook for dinner tonight
Always like to do a roast on a Sunday nite
So off I went this A.M.
With my shovel and a roasting pan
I cruised the highways, over dale and hill
Shoot
Not a sign anywhere of fresh road kill.
Seems the city crews, while not too intelligent
In their job, they are quite diligent
Scraping bones and fur off the road
In case the sight causes sensory overload
But in doing so, they deprive me
Of a food source that is essentially free
So tonight there will be no Slab of Lab
No flat cats, singly or stacked
No toad a la mode, smear of deer
No GOAT en croute
Wasn't on this route
Just black tarmac, the roads are clear.
FYI Roast piggie with roast potatoes, carrots, parsnips, leeks in a cream sauce and
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Crackling... aka skin.
YUM
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