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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/6/2005 6:13:50 PM | A beautiful woman saying I'm cute-makin me blush there pickles.
And Hugs back Miz. You do the dark stuff so well!
And smooches and drool to the rest of ya!
Makin a quick drop-not the Goat kind of drops though-lol.
Judge Me Not
Left to my sorrow,
They're only there to judge,
Crushing hopes for tomorrow,
They left me to grudge.
Fat cats sitting on high,
Poisoning minds of the youth,
They steal, cheat, and lie,
Knowing nothing of the truth.
They feed on your fears,
And rape you of self,
Stripping you of years,
As they did of myself.
Beware wolves in sheep’s clothing,
They hide in their false light,
If not, you'll feel the sting,
Of hearts as black as night.
I don't really care what people say,
I'm myself as you can tell,
I try to do right everyday,
And tell those who judge, "Go to hell".
~Kobold~ | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/6/2005 7:52:43 PM | Howdy! A poem? Okay...let's see what I have, but first:
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And now back to our regularly scheduled poem:
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Even Goats Need Springs
Useful things they are…those springs
I have a lot of them on my bike
To support my ass in times of need
And the certain pothole left exposed
By the winter snow and brown water receding
Frightened of the dry sun and high winds
Pea-gravel is everywhere here
Making the ride slick as a Yukon trail ride
Along Miles Canyon with green river below
Foaming and begging for someone to fall in
Spring is a delightful season, full of hope
A chance meeting, an old friend stopping in
Sunlight and pine in her hair
A smile that can get the sun jealous
And it’ll sulk and sink into redness
The night welcomes all, even the moths
And old goats and good loves alike
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I love spring. I love the outdoors. I love clean shorts.
So...much...love....
Who needs a hug hyar? C'mon and git 'em!!
I'll be back in a bit, I think...taking care of bidness, baby. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/7/2005 12:35:10 AM | You've been "taking care of bidness" in that outhouse a long time, Goat. Did you fall in?
EARLY SEPTEMBER, JERICHO BEACH
The grey band of fog
lies across the inlet
masking the mountain base
sailboats glide into and disappear;
the seagulls wheeling about
are the sea's constant ambassadors
screeching news the scene
is open for admiration
while from my relaxed position on the beach,
brushed by the unpredictable
warm-cool wind
and winking at the sun and sky,
relaxed good-looking men
and women surrounding me,
I breathe peace
and joy, wait for the gathering
force and surety that will bring it
to that lovely woman walking by
I don't yet know fits here. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/7/2005 12:51:53 AM | Phew Phew
A smelly Goat who
With bent curiousity
After a dump
Turned around to see
How big "IT" was
Did he beat me?
That was his surely his demise
For as he looked with squinty eyes
In the depths of the outhouse
An aroma arose
Hit GOAT square in the nose
Rendered him speechless
Quite in flagrante delecto
Recoiled as tho'
He had been bitten
Tottered and fell
Into the outhouse
That septic hell
The moral goes thus
Especially for GOATS
Just wipe your ass
Don't turn round and gloat
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Posted: 4/7/2005 6:57:24 AM | Good Morning all
I am just dropping this poem off....it's kinda a song...lol..weird today in that sense my words are coming out in song form and I am by far a songwriter....so hope you enjoy it anyway...
love you all..hugsssssssssss
will drop by later...its rainy and yucky but I still need to get out...lol
Breathing the Essence of you
After the night falls
Your mine to hold
To savor for a short time
The essence of you
Holding onto your pillow
Breathing deeply in
Longing to savor the rich smell
The essence of you
Baby when you’re in my life
Things seem so right
Sun rises and you’re gone
Leaving me alone
Breathing in the essence of you
Longing to hold on
For a little bit more
Wanting and needing
The essence of you
Crying throughout the day
Shedding more tears then worth
Fate has given me only one thing
The essence of you
Baby when you’re in my life
Things seem so right
Sun rises and you’re gone
Leaving me alone
Breathing in the essence of you
If I can’t have you
For more then some nights
I will always cherish
The essence of you....
Miz | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/7/2005 11:16:15 AM | ahhhhh.... the scent of spring....
Goat drops™ One taste and your hooked...gotta get me some....
Rory...Sept., jerico beach took me to the second poem here...
The barn is a welcoming space..... :)
Simplicity
Fusion
Diametrically Opposed forces
Pulled together
By the gravity of life
Words unspoken
Hold truth.
Thoughts in an equation
With no equal sum
Elements of a language
Principles of the heart
Foundations of a life
Interconnected
By a thread
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Folk fest
Tickets been bought.
Rhythm in the air.
Wrist bands you got
Temperatures on the rise
The skys fall in,
Ani and Utah
Got quite a spin.
Mud is thick,
Tornadoes unwind,
The band plays on,
My minds realigned.
Pearls of light in the sky
Ani strums as Utah recalls
The long memory
With ease….
He begins to speak:
The silence that is me. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/7/2005 4:08:52 PM | Dead
I'm dead,
At least inside,
No emotion,
None I even hide.
I want to feel again,
But feelings pass me by,
I try so hard,
But can't even cry.
Is this what it's like,
To hurts so much,
To actually feel nothing,
Except the sense of touch.
I feel so cold,
And oh, so alone.
I don't want this,
This heart of stone.
Maybe someday, someone
Will ignite this cold ember,
And this will be,
Just something to remember.
~Kobold~ | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/7/2005 7:57:24 PM | HEY!!!!!
Did anybody else see that?
That little pig just darted in here, slapped our Goat on the hindquarters, yelled "TAG! YOU'RE IT!" and then squealed and left!
I've never seen anything like it.
Very peculiar indeed. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/7/2005 8:55:08 PM | Hey...did anyone get the number on that pig that slapped my butt?
No?
Sorry I'm late...I guess I did kinda fall in, Rory. These things happen when you fall asleep on the can, ah reckon.
And tonight...well, I'm friggen tired. Long day, so here we go:
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Moons Over My Hammy, by Crackey
I caught a glimpse of my bare ass in the mirror today
(Don’t ask how…it was an accidental challenge)
It was trout belly white – no sun has seen it
And it had more dimples than a golf ball
Maybe it hung?
Hung like bad pork in a condemned butcher shop window?
But it all could be perspective
I never get around to seeing that bare ass a lot
I never have a clue what it’s doing back there
Good thing, too
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Yup...it sucks. Can't nail 'em all the time, ah reckon.
Hey, Pickles...you're a riot on a floor covered with marbles. Don't change your style.
Okay...I'll be back tomorrow. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/7/2005 11:20:58 PM | "Moons Over My Hammy"
THE GOLDEN TATTOO
Out of season
the sun burns
a tattoo
on my skin and thoughts.
Your bright nature
fooled me.
I thought real warmth,
steady if not passionate,
lit you up.
Now I see
it as wish-fulfillment
stirring your placidity
with my dreams,
desires and disgust.
Your laugh
was nerved-up
and always trailed behind mine;
your listening skills
I thought compassionate,
a way to coerce
secrets to hold,
withholding your own
to dominate.
I never knew
your true feelings
but it softens me
now I realize
you didn't either.
It's a clear day
and the sun penetrates
relentlessly,
needing no
explanation. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/8/2005 1:23:37 PM | greetings to one and all..your words keep me floating......breathing
Ghosts creep from forgotten doors
Skeletons of ancestors
Dragons from the past
Breath of a life lived in wrath
Clutches so strong
Fighting to be free
Wielding your sword
Pain no longer your reward
Light slithers forth
Hands of ancient ones
Cradle in the dark
Faith to leave its mark | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/8/2005 3:23:12 PM | Say what you mean, mean what you say
Do what you say you will, even if for a day
Stand by your word or you'll fall for it all
Don't sit by the phone and wait for my call
I poured my heart out and you saw my tears
I told you my deepest and darkest fears
I helped you pour words to ease his pain
Now I am saying to you, never again
If you were in pain you should have come to waken me
I would have been there to hold your hand, not let you be
I suppose I am disapointed my friendship is not enough
There may be a next time, but if there isn't....tough | |
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Posted: 4/8/2005 7:42:49 PM | I have learned to walk in all the ways things are
In some he is with me and in others, so far
In this reality he is gone but in others beside me
In some dad is locked up but in this one he is free
In some it was me who died and not my beloved brother
In this one his life has been traded for another
In this one his organs have saved many more
In some he needed others like never before
In some we are joyful and our family is whole
In this one the pain has taken it's toll
In learning to see all the ways things are
I know I have come leagues but it is still very far
On this momentous day I know there is no end
Somewhere out there I am walking with my friend
As every door closes another is opened to receive
Which is why I now smile even as I still grieve
For Brandon is now in all the ways that things are
In this one he's now anchored as my guiding star
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This was inspired by me re-reading one of my favorite books by Dean Koontz titled "From The Corner Of His Eye" about a wonderous boy who sees all the ways things are (parallel realities but as a 3 year old, he didn't grasp paralell realities) and even though he is blind, he's not blind everywhere and even though his father died, he didn't die everywhere. Some other places, things are worse and some are better.
I chose, as did he, to focus on the better today and know that somewhere, I am with Brandon and we are happy in all the ways things are.
And now I need a good cry...hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it.
On this momentous day I see all the ways things are. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/8/2005 8:29:05 PM | Urgh..so little time today. I long for those do-nothing days that left me with time to sit and talk with you guys and read your poems and draw from them...but, alas...
Enough dramatics, eh?
I'll be back in reasonable earnest tomorrow, barring any unforseen complications. For now...here's another poem made fresh like the burritos in the gas station. Open the wrapper before placing it in the microwave, now...
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A Sultry Saskatoon Evening
Amazing, really
These twenty-six letters
Symbols of sounds, examples of larynxial mechanics
Represent so much of ourselves
A little awareness and some practice
Anyone can make these patient arrangements
Anyone can growl and sing
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Reflective? Maybe a little. It's been a warm wonderful day here in Saskabush and I feel a little springish these days. Must be all the clean underwear I found behind the Salvation Army store.
Anyhoo...I'll see you guys tomorrow. Hugs and handshakes.
PS: HI TERA!!! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/9/2005 6:49:38 AM | Good Morning everyone..
I am just stopping in for a bit to share what my night was like..lol
I went to a local bar to meet a new male friend...it was good, he had a friend there we shot some pool had some drinks, they gave me carte blanche to say what I wanted, bad thing to do to a female who is normally shy...lol
All in all it was a good evening, but here is the fun and interesting part....the next table was a couple playing, the female had a voice that I hope isnt like that normally because if it was I wouldnt want her to speak...sorry but you know the annoying sounding kind?..any who..
she came over raring to kick some male ass...she asked me if they were buying me drinks because she was watching them and they were looking at all the tight butts going buy etc...she was mad..lol...so eased her mind...then before she left she came bye...said I rocked, was pretty and had really nice teeth....lmao..it was funny, nice that she was willing to watch out for another female but still kinda funny...
Oh well, so that was my night..all in all it was good,just what I needed....
I am hoping to get back the creative juices now...so maybe in the very near future...when I wake up more..
take care all..hugggggggggssssssss
Miz | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/9/2005 9:42:18 AM | Memories
We were five years old, my sister and me
No prejudices yet formed,
Just the joys of childhood to enjoy
Daddy said "do you want to go fishing with me"
And we set off in a boat
On the mighty Zambesi.
We had been out for a little while
Don't know how long, what is time for a child
Snacking on biltong,pretending to fish
Asking endless questions...whats that Daddy, whats this?
Seeing the water around us heave
Seeing huge monstrous shapes appear.
Children of five don't really know fear
We were loved, we were spoiled, we were safe
But not here
For Hippo's are dangerous primal creatures
And my twin sister somehow could sense this
And what had been a benign afternoon
Became a game of fear, a game of survival
A flat bottomed boat on the mighty Zambesi,
Rosemary's screams of frightening intensity
My father looking worried and pale
Trying to navigate past these land whales
Now two of us shrieking, feeding fear to each other,
Screaming for Mummy, mama, mother.
They followed us in for a very long way
We finally made it however we were reduced to jelly
Frightened beyond belief , I don't have to tell you
That Hippo's are more dangerous than crocodiles
A nightmare come to reality
In the eyes of a child | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/9/2005 11:01:18 AM | Thanks to all of your for writing and sharing...
I have spent quite awhile reading this thread today - first time visiting- and the words are so moving, so many now stirred up memories and feelings. Here is a poem long ago written by me and is the first page of my poetry journal.
MIND STORAGE
The now cluttered attic room
Had once, long ago, been bare,
Time has filled its emptiness-
Dust is a sign of its wear.
Memories stored in this space-
Either 'in fashion' now more,
Or just much nostalgic waste-
Thoughts not thought of anymore. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/9/2005 2:39:35 PM | afternoon all,.. Just dropping in for rest in the barn on a sunny day..... I see more folk stopping to taste the words...
Morning News
Windows reflect
Drops of crystal sunshine
Fragrances of the world
I Step into the aroma
A Java Garden
Inhaling the dark rich spice
Colin hays plays in my head
Silently I read
Headlines of the day:
Dad held in shooting of baby
Hotel killer reigns free
Eric Rudolph pleads guilty to bombings
Smoldering pain
Smoke from the fire
My eyes burning
Israeli Troops Kill Palestinian Teens
Sixteen year old stabbed
Pastor arrested, theft from church
A cardinal sin
Drops of blood on my heart
Hatred leaves its imprint
I swallow the bitters
Sprinkled with pain
Savouring the sweet
Raising my cup to the world
I Bow with Respect
It’s a beautiful Day
~Broken Reeds~
Her seed gave life
She was Gaia
umbilical cord of existence
She birthed a soul
Drowning in the trenches
Of war and bloodshed
Dying inside walls of pain
Poison in their wounds
Love their only armour
Against fists of the Devil
Volcanoes of tears
Terror in the lava
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She calls death to her aid
Eyes of the devil appear
Living had been her death
Forgiveness she pleads
Hands of the divine
Reach from within
Her spirit prevails
Escaping the trenches
Crystals of light
Soul Phosphorescent
Nourishing a broken reed
Embracing a life | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/9/2005 4:17:00 PM | Hey ya'll. I know I said I'd be here in earnest today, but I've done and got myself busy with stuff. You know I love you guys, right?
I've read the poems and every one of them got me in some way. That Breathing lady is one fine poet, too. And I can't forget Tera (so good to see you here again), Pickles (always a distinct pleasure) and Miz.
The guys? Hell, yeah. Kobold is still dark and oddly welcoming (not to mention enourmously talented) and Rory...what can I say about him. I wish I was half as good as he is.
Did I miss anyone? If I did, let me know.
The rain threatens and that always puts me in a bit of a mood. I'll just break of character for a bit...bear with me:
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Saskatoon Spring Rain
A blessing is about to arrive
You can see it gather in the distance
You can see forever on the prairies
You can smell it coming down the wind
A shower wants to stride through us
You can see it soak the dust
You can see it wash the last of the snow away
You can watch it happen all day
A damp colossus begs to be with us
You can peep out around his legs
You can stand in awe and get soaked
You can catch your death of a cold if you’re not careful
A quiet blankets the city
You can hear expectation in that din
You can see eyes looking to the west
You are witnessing things so large and so common
A comparison is drawn
You can feel the charcoal in your hand
You can hear the sketch taking place
You can see the rain honouring the season
A raindrop falls
First one, then another
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Okay...all done. I may be back later if things are tidied up...they should be.
Later, eh? | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/9/2005 8:17:12 PM | I dote on Goat
He dotes on me
I smote Goat
With a ditty
Goat was stunned
Is this really for me?
The barnyard smells fill the air
Goat is dashing
Here, there and everywhere
Dispensing Goat Drops with gay abandon
The dispensation...quite random
When I smote Goat it was with feeling
For his humour gets my mind reeling
So off the wall
So bloody Funny
Irreverent feelings
Goat
Promise me you will carry on
Make me laugh out loud
Make me feel I belong
To a club where membership is humor
And laughter makes me carry on
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Posted: 4/9/2005 9:51:09 PM | Having a rough go lately in the idea department. But if you have writers block, I guess you can always write about it, eh?
Writers Block
My mind is as barren as a desert,
Even though words to paper flow,
My ideas are weak and inert,
With no direction do they go.
But I will force myself to write,
It won’t matter if it makes sense,
And though it might be a bit of a fight,
The pleasure of creating is always intense.
For I love the written word,
I love the power that it holds,
As ideas become sculptured,
And with them a story unfolds.
They are the sword of intellect,
The vision of the writer,
And they can cover any aspect,
From the holy to the vulgar.
And so nears the end of this rhyme,
Into my shadows I will fade,
And mull over for a short time,
About all that I hath made.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 4/9/2005 9:55:12 PM | Kobold, sounds pretty creative for writer's block I've always found it amazing what we can come up with when just sitting patiently with pen and blank paper. Back in a few minutes with an oldie (no patience tonight for anything new). | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/9/2005 10:08:12 PM | THERE ARE NO BUREAUCRACIES IN NATURE
There are no bureaucracies in nature
I can find,
no resigned geese
in queues of three or thirty holding their peace
while waiting by the pond's tollbooth for some sign
the line will move, as the head bird says, "wait here".
No crows organize to elect a president
with wings aflutter,
their beaks stuffing
propaganda under nests, their chests huffing
when cawing about improved civic gutters
as the crow-in-control bills a flapless mendicant.
On an unofficial walk, I saw a chipmunk in a tree,
zigging across,
zagging down,
at play without design, in happiest brown
it jumped and danced with no self-conscious loss,
its cheeks puffed in mock pomposity.
The taxes of sin help pay those emptying the bin,
overflowing
with yesterday's news
of puny priests and premiers singing the blues.
Around the emptied bin, leaves are blowing;
on the egregious orange metal is painted a grin. | |
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