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Posted: 4/3/2005 4:09:13 PM | Well what a topper to my day.....I left my msn on and went to take out the garbage, I got a message waiting from an older man I met on msn gaming zone that I used to chat with only....It had been so long since we chatted I took him off my contact list....and this is what I got left from him...
u know what hun ??? u aint nothing but a whore on here !!! so deal with it !!!
Lester says:
i kinda sry to say that but it the truth !!!!! g/l with u life hun !!!!! see ya !!!
Now maybe it was meant for someone else...I don't know...but still not nice to see...and everyone wonders why I am constantly thinking, and why I am so fed up....
And I am far from being a whore, at least I think so, grrrrrr I hate this .....
Anyway sorry, not chatty now....
take care
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Posted: 4/3/2005 4:24:44 PM | Hey Miz
That sorry SOB is not worth a hearttbeat let alone any cognitive thought.
I got one like that too
"why r u posting a photo of u done many many yrs ago ..it shows how much u aged ..not to wise.."
These individuals ( I will not call them people) are dumber than a bag of hammers.
Just reading your posts I know you are a person who FEELS
Can't email you..over 40...But Golden Lake beckons.....
Pickles
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Posted: 4/3/2005 5:18:30 PM | thanks pickles for your kind words, I know I should let it go, and I am just recently so much has affected my heart and I don't know where to start to sort things out, the sad thing about me being a person who writes from her heart, I also feel everything, my heart is big and worn on my sleeve...
feel free to email me I have added you to my favs list...sometimes it is nice to have a female friend...I don't really have any...
And hun I think you have aged wonderfully, I think your actually more beautiful now then in that older picture...
Take care
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Posted: 4/3/2005 5:22:38 PM | hi all ...your words here are so rich.....I continue to return, sometimes only reading....
then to drop a tid bit...
goat....hmmm understanding there is
great to know such talented minds
“La Luna birthed in the midnight hour”
There is a place where the outside meets the inside, the spaces we touch beyond thoughts/ symbols/ language/_______ connecting to the essence - - - the spirit fills us,
as words are inadequate when transcending to the other realm. = The rain - splashes down into the darkest night lending itself to the brilliant night sky!
The sight of her loveliness () a speck of light no larger than a diamond, shining she pauses then pushes forward < exposing her belly. Her fullness engulfed by
black velvet pillows.
With utmost dignity she begins to take shape ,,,,,,,,, shifting form ever so slightly ,,,,,,,,, she takes hold…. yet another cluster of pillows appear to shelter her…
The silent witness waits … there is more to. Faces begin to sway, dancing, she pushes further still, ………unfolding……… reviling another hidden layer
for the world to see.
And, in one last breath - she feels free……...the labour of love * complete.
She shines in all her glory. It is with each breath she remembers her journey
“……….” within the warmth, and comfort of the womb | |
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Posted: 4/3/2005 7:08:02 PM | Hey Miz, pickles,
The kind of writing I do gets all kinds of comments, people jump to conclusions. And I get them from all walks of life, but especially religious people-hehehe. But the kind of assumptions I get allow me to weed out who's real and not. Who's worth a breath from my lung, and who's worth the crap I wipe from my a**. I have taken on a new view of the world, especially in the last 6 years. And it has helped me tremendously through some of the hardest times one can go through.
© "Fu**'em" , thats my answer to the gnats like you encountered today Miz. You're better than they are, and they helped you prove it. I love the scum like that. If you actually think about it in the right light-it should always make you feel better. "There's another P.O.S. who doesn't even measure up to me."
Words are powerful. They can bring fear, disgust, and hate. But also love, beauty, and joy. The list is endless. But they only have the power if you let them. I can write all day about beautiful things, but they have no power if you don't take them to heart and mind.
Don't give negative things any power-be it writing or anything else.
© "Fu**'em" is not to be used without expressed permission of Kobold, under penalty of law.
You have it my dear. | |
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Posted: 4/3/2005 7:59:40 PM | Hey Kobold
You got it
AND
You are cute too
Old enough(almost) to be your Momma so take that last comment as it was sent.
***holes come in many sizes
With them come no surprises
They follow a pattern of abuse
Keep calm
don't raise your voice
Keep your head up
Just ignore them
They are not worth it
Show them
You are worth more
Worthy
Erase them from your story
Find your road
Your direction
Don't use introspection
Don't second guess
Don't feel less
You are you
A miracle of feeling
Your eyes are open
Now you are seeing
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Joy and life and a new beginning
Think of it this way........
YOU ARE WINNING
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Posted: 4/3/2005 10:55:04 PM | Evening, everyone. A couple on death, the first by me:
FINAL SWIM
Buffetted by waves,
I float on my back,
squinting at sun
when the universe turns
and I fall from the sea
to the yawning sky to be
buried in blue.
By Charles Baudelaire:
THE GLADLY DEAD
In a soil thick with snails and rich as grease
I've longed to dig myself a good deep grave,
There to stretch my old bones at ease
And sleep in oblivion, like a shark in a wave.
Wills I detest, and tombstones set in rows;
Before I'd beg a tear of anyone,
I'd rather go alive and let the crows
Bleed the last scrap of this old carrion.
O worms ! Black comrades without eye or ear,
Here comes a dead man for you, willing and gay;
Feasting philosophers, sons born of decay,
Come burrow through my ruins, shed not a tear;
But tell me if any torture is left to dread
For this old soulless body, dead as the dead? | |
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Posted: 4/4/2005 2:47:39 PM | Listen to the activity
In the night.
People-they say
"[listen to the silence]"
I wonder, are they
Simply,
Asleep...
For if you lean in close you will hear
The call of trees
As the wind caresses
Each leaf
Together
Their song
Serenades the night,
And
How in the still of the eve
The lapping of waves
Increases in volume.
While birds lull themselves to slumber
With one last
Sweep by the waters edge.
It is here that the lake
Dances with rainbow trout
Splashing, this way, then that...
Rain tapping on rooftops
splashing on window
panes, arguing with the wind....
Welcome sleepy ones
To the quiet of this night. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/4/2005 7:47:45 PM | Your have Captured the Sounds of Silence so well
"Listen to the Children of the Night........... What Sweet sounds they make" | |
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Posted: 4/4/2005 8:16:56 PM | Evening all. Good to see you all here...I'll just pop this down now and do some reading.
Guess what I did today?
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First Bike of the Year
Unsteady legs and pumped up nerve
Got me to work today
All seven kilometres of it
Cars piled up like pork chops
At a Baptist barbeque
My two-wheeled steed carved right through them
People gawped, locked in their glass boxes
At this muddy flash that almost clipped their mirrors
A glance up and three blocks away they forget
Some pass again, most do not
Growling, grunting and singing
Through the first five kilometres
But the last two, something broke
Angry nerves shed their windings
Throbbing legs ceased to ache
There was suddenly enough air for everything
A rhythm
Tandem with my heart that slowed to cruising speed
Eyes brighter, taking it all in, skin becomes another sense
The obstacles are felt before they’re seen blocks away
I walked like John Wayne after I got off that thing
I sweat like Elvis over a blue plate special
The Duke, The King and the Lord of the Onion Rings
Locked up his bike and worked like a good little lad
Then rode another seven kilometres home
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And I'll do it tomorrow and three more times before this week is out. Grrr...
Okay..I'll see you all in a bit. | |
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Posted: 4/4/2005 9:16:28 PM | Okay...some quickies:
Pickles.. you make me roar with your verse. Then you can really make me think. A dangerous and delightful combination. You are one wild horse.
Rory...Baudelaire was pretty good, but you're better. Far better.
Miz...some people speak from their egos and don't understand or care about the motives of others. I'd never be offended if anyone dropped me from their contact list, but then I have very little ego and even less pride. You're still one of my favourites and how can you not be? With your silk and satin poems...yeah, we likes you fine here.
Kobold...I read your words and heard myself going "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" Words are powerful things. Not many people realize their power -- if they did, they would use them sparingly and pick the right ones for the job. Pickles thinks you're cute too...she's a lovely lady herself.
Breathing...as natural as..well, breathing. I can't say any more than what Longte has said already. If I could fall in love with words alone, those would be them. Thank you.
Longte...you old dragon, you. Good to see you here. Have a brew...made it myself and there's only a 10% chance of botulism now...no? I'll have it.
Okay...short and sweet...sorry. The bed calls and my poor tired cracker ass needs to get off this chair.
Hugs and handshakes...g'night. | |
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Posted: 4/4/2005 11:03:20 PM | Don't know who wrote this, but someone sent it to me and I wanted to share it with you all.
Thanks for all the love guys, made me all girly and sniffly. I am continuing to write, just moved it to Live Journal and well, it's some pretty morbid, venty kind of stuff (complete with pictures....oooooooooohhhh pretty pictures). I came up with a goody that I'll post here in coming days as soon as I put the finishing touches on it. I'll be back to catch up on some reading in here.
Enjoy this....I certainly did
Close your eyes and say goodnight.
And hold me till the morning light.
And when the sun comes shining through.
I'll kiss you , One last time...
And I'll begin to live my life without you...
Wish that I could make you stay..
But I know I have no power to persuade..
The heart will do what it must do..
So kiss me one last time..
And tell me how to live my life without you...
Cause I love you without an ending...
And I need you to be my everything..
Cause I need you to be my everything..
Tell me the meaning of a life without you with me....
When the night falls i'll still be standing..
Cause you'll always be right here in my heart..
In my deepest memories...
I will never have to be without you...
Love is like a work of Art..
Once you feel it and you hold it in your heart..
You know forever that its true..
So kiss me for always...
Even if i live my life without you.... | |
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Posted: 4/4/2005 11:40:50 PM | Cuppa sounds Great
A brew that built on Botulism, sure sounds good to me
Might just me help to disguise, the Flavour of Coffee
Even though molten lava, is my favorite brew
Afraid the taste of Coffee, makes this Dragon want to spew
Sometimes, doing business, I'm forced to drink a cup
Gotta Keep things on a friendly note... keep good relations up
Put a smile upon my face... trying not to frown
Grip the cup in Dragons claw, and Swill the bastard down
Holding now with desperation, a Crooked Smile in place
Avoid a Glower of Disgust, for filling up my face
Hunting for Saliva.. to try and drown the Taste
Knowing by my clenching Gut,,,, Its all a stupid waste
Why try and Impress me, with Coffee Thick and Black
That Tastes like Road Kill Stew, and other things like that
Though Road Kill Stew if well prepared is quite a tasty treat
Lots of different flavours,,,, depending on the meat
But still, back to the coffee, vileness lingers there
Try to tip the second cup, behind a handy chair
Or tip it in a potted plant and watch it quickly die
Meantime hide my subterfuge, behind a winning smile
Thrombocytopaenia purpura would be a better fate
And Miz is baking cookies,,, better go or I'll be late
Keep a Bale Warm
Its Cookie Time
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Posted: 4/5/2005 12:52:21 AM | Welcome to breathing. And the Goat on an exercise binge? Will there be an even further increase in the expelling of foreign toxic vapors during this phase? Haha..... Elvis at his blue plate special reminds me of a joke: One of only 8 stimulants NOT found in Elvis' body during the autopsy was Dr. Pepper.
OK, still cleaning out my back catalogue, though at least I've been writing a few lately, including the ones for the Poetry contest. I feel a poetic binge coming on, though, sort of a creative purgative somewhat analagous to Goat's frequent "releases" of the animal variety. Just hope they turn out to be not as foul if you get my "drift", harhar..... This is one of many I wrote about the same woman, this particular piece being after the break-up in '96:
BETWEEN
Under her undulant thighs
I grappled with hope and lust.
Now it's memories and dust
and a hoped-for further surprise.
She capped the air between us
with sweet and tremulous sighs,
becoming feverish cries.
I used to make such a fuss.
Four green shoots in the garden
surround the damp, soft earth.
Another ambivalent birth.
Leaves fall as green stems harden.
This one's by Irving Layton:
INSPIRATION
I have brought you to this Greek village
famed for its honey
as others are for their bread or wine
Love-making kept us awake
half the night
afterwards the jiggers took over
and would not let us sleep
Cocks and crowing women
woke us from our troubled doze
We compared laughingly the red bruises
on our arms and cheeks
Your good mouth, as it always does,
made me drool
and my spirit rose at once
In this stupid century
addlepated professors and mechanics
decry Inspiration
Alas, their arms have never held her;
gazing at you, woman,
in this shy early morning light I could more easily
doubt the feel of the bare boards under my feet
Truly this goddess has being
-- in you, in some rare almost forgotten poems
and the mountainous hills and sea
which are waiting for us to look at them,
this vinestem curling on our windowsill
this bee
Come, let us show them
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Posted: 4/5/2005 4:49:42 AM | Good Morning all...
Well it seems like my corner is getting lonely since Kobold might be taking a stroll around the barn...lol...just kidding..
It is nice to come in here and see the familiar faces that make me smile, and feel loved in some way....especially appreciated for my words....thanks...
Very good Rory, It is nice to see some of your works more and more, I hope that you can get your creative edge back, I think we need another contest soon, I feel my mind slowing down...lol
Ahhh Goat...what can I say...I am glad that your an admirer of my poetry, I was reading others yesterday and sometimes I don't see how mine can be good,but then I think that each word written is part of me, and I know that at least one of my poems touches someone....I had to copy them from the pc into a journal and I am now on my second book for this year, it is kinda scary that so much has happened this year alone, but I think it is mainly because I have a large heart that I wear on my sleeve...lol...I will always continue to write my words down, and I hope that you will be here for sometime to keep reading and making me blush from your kind words....hugggssssssss
Tera, that was lovely, I am glad to see you still around, this place isn't the same...take care hun
Pickles, your a welcome addition to the barn, your very versatile in your works and you always give a fun read....
longte....well hun cookies are going to be baked any particular kind?...lol I say if you keep this up the dragon will have a very large belly and won't be able to go after any knights or damsels in distress...lol
Kobold...ahhh....what can I say, I am glad to see the soft side of you out, but I do enjoy your dark side to, that is your writers passion and your good at it...you have inspired me more then you know, most of my dark poems that I would of never have tried before have come from you...thank you for helping me be creative and use my mind and not just write from the heart...hugssssss
well I don't know if I forgot anyone...forgive me if I have it isn't even 8 am and I think I have already exhausted my brain with this long winded post..lol..
I will try to write after and if success with post, if not I will dig in the book and see what I can find...
Good day all....
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Posted: 4/5/2005 10:25:40 AM | the talent of folk here astounds me... I am happy to be among you all, and the kind words spoken :)
Winter finally on it's way out, the smell of snow leaves, and the warmth of summer peaks through.......
Wait….
Sit a spell
Rest your heart.
You feel
The wind
Over yonder.
Rustling
In your leaves
The fever
Of the sun,
Breathe deep.
Taste it
On your tongue
The smell,
Of dragon flies,
Dancing in your belly
Go deeper still,
You see
The breath of my life
Listen loud,
You hear the call
Of your name,
As a hand
Graces~
Your heart. | |
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Posted: 4/5/2005 10:35:02 AM | sorry breathing I have forgotten the newest postee to the barn...
Your words are simple to me easy to follow but they have so many meanings behind them, I enjoy reading your works so please keep posting and enlightening us with wonderful thoughts...
I haven't written today,well a sandman poem for spirited...but will see what my mind creates later, I am going to do bubbles today with my son...lol
Take care all
Miz | |
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Posted: 4/5/2005 7:52:15 PM | Hey ya'll. Just managed to get free of some obligations around the house.
I biked again...and will again...my ass feels better or at least its numb now.
There's so much quality here now and very special evening greetings to Breathing..breathing life in here, as sweet as spring.
I'm a sucker for poets and artists...always have been.
Okay...I don't know what I have in the bag tonight...it may not be too grand. Stay tuned. | |
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Posted: 4/5/2005 8:41:37 PM | Hi all,
Sorry-been in a spring haze lately. Haven't had the time to write. Enjoying the outdoors.
But thought I'd pop in for a quick hi. Will try to stop in later(tomorrow) and do some reading and writing. | |
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Posted: 4/5/2005 9:09:12 PM | Yeah, that's it...spring haze. Thanks for putting words to that muzzy feeling.
Is there a haiku?
Spring haze makes me feel
Like my head's wrapped in cotton
Such is the season
Yar...I'm going to bed. Be good and I'll be back tomorrow...maybe with a real poem.
You guys do great writes...I only read one or two tonight. I'll sample that poetic buffet properly tomorrow. G'night you barn-dwellers. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/6/2005 1:36:11 AM | Careful What You Wish For
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I asked you if you were going to leave
I sat before you, heart on my sleeve
Tears in your eyes that almost fell
And all the time I was under your spell
You refused to utter the words to end us
Maybe you thought I would fight and fuss
I knew before you did that you would flee
Even as you said you'd stay and never leave me
I faced the wall as you started to cry
I wouldn't comfort you as I whispered goodbye
I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep
Reclaimed my heart that you'd vowed to keep
The sun still rose and the world didn't halt
As you argued the next day and tried to find fault
I sat on the couch and stared at your face
Thought of the memories you were trying to erase
I helped you pack and move everything out
I hugged you goodbye then wandered about
Eyes not seeing as I walked into the street
Traffic stopped as an angel I did meet
I never meant to cause you pain in my death
I didn't want or need to give up my last breath
It isn't your fault that my life is now finished
It wasn't your leaving that left me diminished
I now feel no pain in this place I am in
No sadness or tragedy and I always win
I am here with my loved ones in this glorious place
But I would trade it all for one more look at your face | |
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Posted: 4/6/2005 5:48:09 PM | Dropping by the barn to say hello to all .....your words sustain me.....
Chemistry unfolding
Fractions emerge, beneath
The rubble
Of her mind.
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Bodies that tumble
Descending from the dark
Lives walked in pain.
Mountains to climb.
Exposed to light,
They began to shine.
When eyes first meet,
Hypnotic attraction
Their first reaction.
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Serenity their retreat | |
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