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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/12/2005 9:14:19 PM | A child at Forty one
To me, life hardly begun
Look at me
Fifty three
Almost three score
But I could not ask for more.
Memories, I have many
Life as a kaleidescope
Colours and shapes
Have moulded me
I am what I am
What you see
I am,
Me.
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/13/2005 12:53:01 AM | I have been lost in a vast ocean of emptiness for an eternity
Wasted, broken and mangled on the rocks of love and life
Carelessly tossed about on the waves of an apathetic sea
Never to know peace or comfort in this world of unending strife
Struggling against the undertow of insanity and the reefs of rage
Drawing on a consistently depleted supply of inner strength
Clawing to take in one clear breath of air as I try to remain sage
Poseidon measuring out my life’s line in an increasingly shorter length
Paddling futilely towards the ship of hope that is always just out of reach
Fingers slipping off of the life preserver haphazardly thrown my way
Exhausting every nuance of fortitude as I make my way to the beach
Limbs heavy under the continual strain of the struggles I face every day
No reservoirs of courage left to help me reach the distant shore
Darkness seeping into the edges of my despondent, lackluster heart
Slowly sinking into the depths of misery and waste like never before
The myriad elements of the sea embrace me as the child of sorrow, never to part | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/13/2005 4:03:28 AM | I Actually wrote this for another thread
But this sounded like a lovely home for it
. Dear Josey
Dear Josey thought I’d drop a line to give ya all the news
Cousin Archie shot that pig now Danny’s got the blues
Seemed that he’s in Love with it, know exactly what I mean
Front was often dirty but he kept the back real clean.
Now Auntie Mabel looks dead set to marry Uncle Jim
Don’t know how they do it, to marry out of kin
Not even second cousins, it’s getting out of hand
Shoulda married her young brother, much the better man
Jessie’s with the Reverend, remember Reverend Dan
Moving right up in the world, a two room caravan
Billyray and Jester got stuck into the ‘shine
Five men and the cattle prod to get them back in line
Your brother Davey’s kind of odd, always been that way
Keeps so clean and so polite, really very strange
Another thing that’s pretty weird, just to say the least
Not much into fighting so he’s still got all his teeth
Know your grandpa passed away, he couldn’t help but brag
“Hold ma beer and watch this” was the last thing that he said
By the time the bull was finished, not much left of him
But he made real good catfish bait, same as most your kin
Coon dog up and died, not sure what happened there
Could have been that argument, with the grizzly bear
Skunky Bob still stinks, needs to have a bath
Gotta have one twice a year, know that for a fact
Well it’s time for me to go, I’m breast-feeding the twins
I know they’re nearly seventeen, I also know they’re kin
Hurry up and come back home, know we miss you here
Away from those city folks, and their lives so queer
I’m not sure how to sign this
Since I married dad.... am I still your sister..... or your mum
I think I better not hang round too long today
Greetings everyone and BYE
[As a Dragon lurks away into the distance] | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/13/2005 10:37:50 AM | hello all..
Happy belated birthday Kobold...muahhhhhhhhh luv ya and your rubbing off on me...hope you had a good day and hope all your hopes and dreams come true for you this year...
Longte, man what can I say about you?, where do you come up with these things?..lol
well just going to post this little diddy I wrote after my sat night walk....couldn't resist writing it to bug my new friend...lo
Have a great one all, will be back soon
The Walk...
Go west young man is what I said
But east is apparently what you read
As I walked mouth watering bbq was all I could smell
Feed me the rumbles in my belly started to yell
So after the 6th walk down the same street
I decided to get something to eat
Then head on home and rest my legs
They were aching so bad rest they did beg
Felt like a streetwalker didn’t make any dough
Finally decided had enough was time to go
Home at least feels so good to me
Called your roommate where could he be
Down on the corner waiting for you
Why are you not there to?
Because dear man I said head west
I guess the Indian thought east was best
Men and directions don’t mix to well
And time will not tell
They will not learn from their mistakes
Trial and error will not take
So the moral of the story is this
If you don’t want your man to miss
Especially if he is an Indian army man
Just pick him up in your big old van…
Miz...lol sorry not meaning to offend any men....hee hee | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/13/2005 3:51:35 PM | Hey Miz
Great post
Men and directions don’t mix to well
lmao...it's SO true
Up your way next week to open the cottage
Can't wait
Pickles
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/13/2005 4:03:51 PM | Summer is in the air...... ahhh and what a day it is warm winds from the east
thanks rory for kind words... sometimes it flows, other times... spills on the floor
Death of a poem
Garbage of the heart
Rubbage of the mind
Brown sugar
of joy
Coffee grounds
of pain
Notes torn
From the heart
Splatters
Across the page
Bits of the day
She tries to convey
Better left for another day | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/13/2005 5:11:06 PM | laughter...giggling..smiles
running to catch up
skipping...jumping...bouncing...leaping...
playing...sharing....enjoying all the day has to offer...
breathing in the fresh air...
soaking up the sunshine....
splashing in the puddles...
picking fresh fruit off the trees.....
swinging....back and forth....around and around....
enjoying weather so wonderful...that will all too soon be too hot ... | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/13/2005 7:38:22 PM | The Few
The few we are,
Honor our right,
In times of war,
It is we who fight.
We answer the call,
Question not commands,
Even as bodies fall,
Our loyalty still stands.
Trained to kill,
Mercy not our creed,
Charging uphill,
Our task not envied.
For we know freedom isn’t without cost,
And there’s a price we have to pay,
Even at the risk of our lives being lost,
We lay them on the line every day.
Let politics be put aside,
And give us our due,
For many have fought and died,
In the cause of freedoms virtue.
I’m still a number of the few,
And my pride can still be seen,
For no matter what any may do,
I am forever and evermore a Marine.
Semper Fi
~Kobold~
USMC 86-92 | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/13/2005 7:50:55 PM | Evenin'. Again, no time to be had to really get into the barn...sorry guys...the silly season is upon us and work is a gong show and it's crazier than a snake's armpit there.
I've been sampling the writes here and they are (as usual) fantastic. Good to see Kobold back in fighting form, and it's good to see Sukari here with her descriptive streams of thought.
All you guys are great and you all inspire me to be a better poet.
But...I was especially inspired by Miz. Thanks, Miz -- send all complaints to her....heh heh..
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Psalm 465 – The Book of Goat
And the Lard spake as one hand rested on His crotch
Men shalt not ask for directions
Lest his testicles fall to the ground
And burst into flame
Nor shall he initiate deep, meaningful conversation
Particularly with other men
The only two words he shall use in the company of women
Shalt be
Uh-huh
And
Yup
Because disagreements causeth strife
And that erodeth Scratching Time
Not to mention impairing the consummation
Of Holy Beer
Gird and guard thy loins, O Men
Always look like you know where you’re going
Even though you don’t
Thou shalt always arrive at the place you are
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Alrighty you guys...I gotta peel outta here. Later, eh? | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/13/2005 7:53:14 PM | Very moving! Always stand proud. For without your few, we would have no freedom!
Sam | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/14/2005 5:06:53 AM | Thank You all for your kind words, as usual you have brought a smile to my face with the wonderful writes that are in the barn...so nice to see the new ones join and the older regulars get their creative sides flowing again...
Sorry to inspire you goat, but as always it was well done...muahhhh
well I am off for another glorious day of sunshine and fresh air so will drop one I wrote a few days ago..haven't even put pen to paper, or hands to keyboard so to speak to create the last few days...soon..
take care love all you guys...
Night Creatures
The pale moons glow shines awakening the night
Song birds sing their last songs till the new light
Creatures of the sun now lay to rest
The moon draws the creatures that now do their best
They awaken from their long rest of the day
Ready to begin the hunt of their evening prey
Searching waiting for the lonely one
That will be their keep when the night is done
These creatures are beyond what you would think
They don’t want your body only your blood to drink
To live on earth and stalk the night
They need the blood that fortifies just right
The blood of the innocent untainted one
Helps them heal the damage of the sun
Watching from the dark red glowing eyes
Feeling their presence not knowing where they lie
Longing to hide wanting to run
For the creatures of the night the chase is half of the fun
The chase is over life is lost tonight
Regeneration happens again for another creature of the night..
Miz
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/14/2005 11:34:56 AM | Just dropping in to say howdy. Nothing to contribute right now except me, myself and I.
Oh and this.....blind dates are like chocolate...usually chunky and gone before you know it.
Have a great day guys! | |
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Joined: 3/9/2005
Msg: 1413 | |
| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/14/2005 12:33:36 PM | Oh how I wish that I were a fish,
Oh how I dream of swimming upstream,
Oh the desire...through my neck to respire,
Oh how I ache for a lake | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/14/2005 3:22:15 PM | Never to be disappointed when I stop in.... A few tears, A pinch of pain and plenty laughter N` music to be found here.....
Honeyboy /Lead belly
Imprisoned by life
Blues gush from their veins
Gallows of the heart
Severed roots of another land
Destroyed by the arms
Of an unfaithful lover
Slaughtered in hope
A gambling man
Nights spent risking souls
Of tomorrow
His life of duplicity
Grappling to win train fare home
He takes his chance
Crying the blues
He tosses the dice
Clinging to Faith
Shields from the past
Murder of kin
Death drops
Penetrating flesh
Skin smells of leather
Their hearts did too
Plucking lives lived
Blood of the Blues
Seeping from their fingers
They ride the midnight train
From futures passed
Glimpses of yesterday
They sing today
Pleading for souls to reign free | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/14/2005 5:38:51 PM | SEYMOUR STREET
Dotted with mini-skirted grade C hookers
like brittle pelicans, their walk a stilted disaster,
while symphony patrons and tourists mill in mild confusion
and the bored old men and the teens in the pool hall
smash the perfectly round balls like a cheap destiny,
this street has the tradition and atmosphere
of a makeshift boxing press conference,
a hint of menace suffocating in dizzying fractions.
The transit wires dissect the pale blue roof
persistently dropping an almost palpable benediction. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/14/2005 7:59:53 PM | Rory...wow...that's all I can say.
Kobold...happy belated birthday, pardner. Is there life after 40? I gotta know, cuz I'll be there before I know it.
Breathing...what can I say? Really...what can I say?
Anyone else? Sorry if I missed ya'll...time is short again. Work is cuh-razy!! It warped my mind because all I have is this tonight:
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One Bad Dinner for Table Five
I made a steak that resembled Jonathan Frakes
I don’t know why
It went well with my Patrick Stewart look-alike
Turkey thighs
A collection of things that looked like Norman Behtune
Were actually legumes
But the reverent salad dressing
Didn’t seem like Doris Lessing
But, as the corn lay supine
It did resemble Earnest Borgine
I could have been joined by Rudolph Valentino
If I had taken some fast-acting Bean-O
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Sucks, huh? I'm glad I have you other guys to carry my ass on days (or weeks) like the one I've been having. I think a beer would cure my lack of creativity and meaning...or help me forget about it.
Hmm...
Alrighty...I'll be back tomorrow, eh?
Hugs and handshakes to ya'll. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/14/2005 8:52:27 PM | Well Ole Goat buddy,
I don't know if it has to do with age or choices I've made in life.
But yes there's life after 40
And so far, so good. No walkers or canes yet. Don't see any in the near future either.
I have been warned about the proctologist though. Makes me you know what pucker up in shock at the thought. Anyway, except for a few mood swings, I feel young.
And yes-lol-I see you're creeping up there too. I'll keep some extra Geritol on hand buddy!
By the way-lmao-ya got to keep it up with the Book of Goat. That stuff is hilarious!
Hey Rory,
Sounds like Seymour street would be a little much for my ticker-lol. Good one!
Hya Miz,
Another dark masterpiece-love it. The Walk poem, ummm, don't what you're talking about-lol.
Directions? hehehe.
Hey Breathing,
Sounds like blues at the core-beautiful!
Nothing from me tonight, so goodnight dear poets! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/15/2005 5:20:17 AM | Good Morning all
Well I Haven't been able to pen any words for the last few days at least, I think because right now I am in a good place and just taking things in, so hopefully the sensuous stuff will becoming out..but you never know I have written two dark ones since I met this new guy so we shall see...he has said he is going to corrupt me...lol...as if I am an angel...
Anyway Kobold, thanks for your compliment, to have the master of the dark like my dark poems thats an honour I will cherish....It seems like the streetwalker on has been a hit, my brother likes that, says its one of my best...funny...oh well..muahhhhh
Anyway..I will try to write but I am always going to come and chat....so never fear Miz will always be here...
Tera, glad to see you still kicking around, this barn needs you, and your words....xoxo
Breathing, your words have such depth to them, I wish I was able to write like that, but I fear words sometimes are lost to me...
Rory, as always what a read, small little poem with such impact, good going..
And Goat....well keep writing , keep making us laugh and be scared at the same time because of some of your antics, and above all keep being you..muahhhhhh
I am off for another beautiful day outside, then I got a date...yahooo..finally a little more reason to smile....for now at least , one day at a time..
Take care, love you all
Miz | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/15/2005 2:36:58 PM | a good day to all..and the words are there Miz I feel them as I read....hey kobold , thanks for the words, nothing like the smell of the blues...... Goat... a fine goat indeed, you command the page....Tera...what strength there is.....rory you do reach deep.....
Translucent fog
Home to my town
The winds blow fierce
Broken reeds and tumble weeds
Skin burns from the heat
Like porcupine quills stumbling in the night
Over the way you can see
Nothing but clouds lost in day
The smell of Viscount in the air, the taste of Maple Creek
Esterhazy and memories of a grandmother land
Passing a small space of Unity
Forgotten lives of the simple kind
Home to my town
Reflection sits in a dome
Shiny metal of a Quonset
Walls of time
Sleeping on bales of hay
Six months of decay at her feet
Cats cry in the night echoing in empty space
Home to my town
Dry dust next to a pile of bones
Grit in her teeth
Sidewalk days and cotton candy
Al Capone sat in his den smelling of pain
Childhood recalled
Painted halls leading to nowhere
Home to my town
Balancing on a wooden box
To play on green felt
Smoke sears the nostrils
Beans an old man, barely lives
Cancer eats him from within
Dying in the smoke of billiard halls
I feel the pins slide in the pockets of my heart
A journey through time
Stories held at bay
I Climbed mountains in the prairie land
Swam the seas of forgotten creeks
Legs tired and weak
The road was long
I let the wind carry me home
To my town | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/15/2005 3:28:34 PM | Thanks breathing, Miz, Kobold, Goat. Sukari, Tera, longte, pickles, good to read your stuff, as usual. I love the variety in here recently. Not much time now, so just laying this down:
AMBULANCE
An ambulance wails a question
trying to locate pain
and to tear a few nails
from the track of lethargy
of T.V.- number tenants
unaware of the darkening clouds
behind the tombstone towers
and the day's last tendrils
of sun seeking out
the treacherous alleyways,
the light like pale sinews
propelled to rotted open sills
dumping back out
absurd commercials swallowed
up by the approaching siren. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/15/2005 5:13:48 PM | Heavan is but a bottle of sleeping pills away
Each day I eye the bottle and still decide to stay
Whether in strength or stupidity, it's anyone's guess
The urge to reach for the bottle in each moment I supress
The easy way seems too simple as a solution to my pain
But staying here in each pain filled day has nothing left to gain
One more bottle of liquid courage as I eye that amber bottle
Days it would take for someone to find me as my skin starts to mottle
One more sip of liquid gold and I'm ready to take the plunge
Staring into a broken mirror through the grime and grunge
Dare I take the final step and complete the ultimate rush
I pour those pills down the toilet and laugh as I watch the bastard flush
One more crisis averted by me and my ultimate will to live
As much pain as I have inside, I have so much love to give
Somewhere out there I am needed more than I need the end
Until I find them or they find me, I will continue to be my only friend | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/15/2005 7:46:58 PM | Howdy all....again, not much time but to post and run. Sorry.
Here we go...it's a bit of a ramble:
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Grocery Store Safari
He waits for the sauce to be in her hand
Before he makes his move
He prowls the aisles of sweet canned corn
And rice that only takes five minutes to cook
But it's the condiments that provides his ground
Especially the barbeque sauces
He waits for the sauce to be in her hand
In between beats of his heart, she arrives
A graceful beauty, gazelle-like yet pads along
Like a tigress
She stops at the barbeque sauces
He is stilled, wondering whether to watch or leap in
A tanned, femininely muscular arm reaches out
For the Cattle Boyz BBQ sauce
Oh but she has good taste, this divine young woman
Those hands that reach, those are artist's hands
A painter, a sculptor?
Fine, yet strong and bronzed with sun
Those legs of hers, those must be runner's legs
Powerful and lean, carrying her through life effortlessly
And those eyes
Wise and storm-tossed blue
She must be a teacher, a guide
A guru?
Of barbeque sauces?
He imagines those legs on the beach
Stuck in the sand like God's own barge poles
And he cannot simply watch any longer
He dives in, sauce-knowledge at the ready
She hears him speak, scans him with those amazing eyes
And yet she seems interested, providing pleasant
Non-comittal grunts and "oh yeah's" at every appropriate pause
If they don't run away, they're interested
Maxim magazine said so
All he can think of is her lips and the smokey taste of hickory
(Hickory)
(Dickory)
(Dock)
(Ah, mon cherie...I would love to remove your frock)
Then it's all blown away by her simple words
As a frown creases her forehead like an angry wave
Wet-smashing his hopes away
"Are you some walking barbeque sauce advertisement?"
The snap went out of his cracker
The starch leaked out of his linguini
His banana was suddenly ripened
All he could do was say "Uh nuh"
And walk away to the produce aisle
Where the women were older but kinder
And the melons were softer and if you close your eyes
Perhaps squeeze one with both hands
You can overcome the shame
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Hey...I was inspired by a true story. The embellishments are mine, though.
Okay...I'd better haul my but-TOCKS outta here. Nighty night you crazy barn-dwellers.
Sorry I missed your poem yesterday, Miz. I am a heel. And Tera...save some liquid courage for me...I'll gargle you the theme to Star Wars with it. Well, I'll try to before I shoot it out of my nose.
Firm handshakes all around. G'night! | |
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Msg: 1423 | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/16/2005 10:04:39 AM | Hey...mtv...now look what you've done. With one visit and one line, you done fed the goat:
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An Accidental Poem
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who placed his heart in a bucket
He mailed it away to Fay Wray
But it came back the very next day
So he tried again with his spleen
And sent it to Mean Joe Green
But his jaw went very slack
When it came right on back
Then he put his soul in a bowl
Moved it from fridge to stove
Alternated between hot and cold
And sent it away to Holly Cole
It wended its way for many weeks
His excitement he could not bespeak
Years went by and it had not returned
A soul in a bowl could not be spurned
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That and too much coffee....it must be spring, huh? I'm going to go fertilize the lawn...with my loins.
I'll be back later if I don't get arrested. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/17/2005 9:21:19 AM | Must be a good weekend where everyone is...not much happening in the ol' poetry forum.
I should be out there as well and get some sun on my fish-belly white body. Oh, I didn't get arrested yesterday, just warned. I provided some entertainment for the old people on the other side of the tennis courts, though.
It's Sunday and it feels like a day for new traditions...the Lard spaketh so:
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Psalm 712 – The Book of Goat
With a one-cheek sneak, the Lard proclaimeth
Thou must fart
For a good fart is Divine
If it maketh your closest friends lament
Over the simple sound of it all
The Lard also sayeth
If thou can find a hard-wood chair
Or stool
Hop on that and bear down hard
The sound alone is delicious
The effect is delirious
But, hold in your mind the caution
To not force too much
For splashing your friends and loved ones
With twenty pounds of bumguts
On a lazy Sunday morning
Couldst be considered uncool
(That’s right – the Lard didst spake the word “bumguts”)
(Let the heavens tremble with the unforced music)
Amen
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And "bumguts" isn't considered a real word by MS-Word. Go figure.
Alrighty...I'm off. | |
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