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Posted: 4/17/2005 10:45:53 AM | Then Quoth the Lard
"Lardy Lardy, I feel a belch come on me"
Forsooth and in truth
He had imbibed a great quantity of onions
A lot
Of Shallots
The resulting gastric brew
When mixed with hepatic enzymes
GREW
Increased in size
Volumized
Supersized
When finally the Lard
Could contain it no longer
The resulting rush of air was stronger
Than a category four
Then the Lard
Swore
On the Book of Goat
That never more
Would the Lardy Pig eat
Onions
Proverbs 23 Book of the Goat
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Posted: 4/17/2005 1:53:58 PM | Hey Goat
You are the reason I need depends
Keep it up I now have shares.
Also you were an inspiration to me and I can now snarf coffee outta my nose
Trying it next with a Bloody Mary hehehehe
Should get a good reaction
ILove you you smelly ole' Goat butt you
Muah
Pickles | |
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Posted: 4/17/2005 3:11:16 PM | "bumguts" Thanks for the visual, Goat ! Just what I needed. Yes, the book of Goat is a cornucopia of olfactory depravity, whew ! hardayhar.....
FRIDAY NIGHT, TEN P.M.
Friday night, ten p.m.
The squared streets fronted fiascos.
Figures or shadows, howls and shouts
die in ellipses of cold winds,
a fallen shawl, lust land-
locked. Cars spurt insanely.
Obscured by feral streetlamps, the moon,
half-lit, drifts through a cloud.
The pavement splayed widely, waits
for the night's next drops or gouts of blood.
Somewhat prophetic. I wrote this 11 years ago after a walk, the images taken from one city block. I saw the news the next day where a bloody assault took place just three blocks away from there about an hour after my walk. | |
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Posted: 4/18/2005 1:53:20 AM | Time to choose in this game of life and death
Let it all out or continue to hold my breath
Flight or feet in this wasted, barren land
Extend the olive branch or withdraw my hand
Sink or swim in the vast ocean of my emotion
Cast out or reel in from this torrential ocean
So many decisions I can't make heads or tails of
Deal with me in harshness or use that velvet kid glove
Here today but forever gone tomorrow
Chase the fleeting joy or embrace the constant sorrow
Deal the cards of the restless fates again
Death and life both represented by men
Burn the cards or deal them once more
Candle or lighter when I settle the score | |
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Posted: 4/18/2005 4:58:49 AM | Good Morning everyone...
And what a beautiful day it is going to be...I am off to enjoy the sunshine again..it feels so good to be in a happy place,but kinda scary to....I am waiting for the other shoe to drop so to speak...but am right now with a man who spoils me with attention making me feel good, so that is what I am trying to concentrate on..
Anyway....been having a writers block for 3 days now....guess since my life is changing so is my mind on my poetry...but just yesterday I wrote 3..lol...funny how that works..so anyway here is one....
Take care everyone miss and luv ya all....have a good one..
I give
Lying in your arms…. I feel safe from harm
Holding onto the night …giving up the fight
Wanting only you …needing nothing new
Longing for your touch…. missing you so much
Gentle kisses you place…. heart begins to race
Body tingles awake ….More then I can take
Hands caress skin…. Heart you might win
Touch me some more… Show me you adore
Smokey sexy eyes…. Feeling I can fly
Strong hands I am weak… Unable to speak
Body so very hot…. Baby don’t stop
Ever needing me…. letting me see
Showing how you feel… helps me to heal
Making me want you….the whole night through
Body and soul one….heart becomes undone
Fear no longer lives…..all of me I give……
Miz | |
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Posted: 4/18/2005 2:17:05 PM | Sping seems to be turning to summer before the season has begun.....The chill of winter long gone...... so good to read everyone... ahh and it is always goot to settle in the barn to read the book of goat.......
Death of Mephistopheles
Bodies in lust
Infernos blazing
Temples of white
Twist black
Lightening did fall
Severing the night
Spirits of death
To cry
Apollo did reach his hand
Fires did cease
Skies cleared
The bells did toll
Soul surrenders
To light
Gentle in time
Cathedrals of the mind | |
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Posted: 4/18/2005 7:42:23 PM | Mondays....urgh!! This one was a bag of weirdness and goodness and busyness rolled up into a tortilla with memos posted on the outside.
...er...wha?
Anyway, it's been a day and I only had time to cough out a haiku. There should be some poetry in me somewheres tomorrow. I may have to sift through the bumguts of yesterday..
... say, that's a catchy title -- Bumguts of Yesterday...
...uhm...sorry..
I may have to -uh- conjure up some inspiration from yesterday's writings (and what you guys have posted here over the last few days). I should have more time and I know there isn't any shortage of ideas in this odd head of mine.
But, for now...a haiku:
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Monday, Monday...Argh
Can any other day be
Opposite Friday?
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Yup...maybe I've "jumped the shark" poetically speaking. Or maybe some sleep will cure it? Stay tuned.
I've been browsing through the poems here and I'm still stunned by the talent here. You guys are amazing...alla you.
Okay...duty calls. See you guys tomorrow. | |
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Posted: 4/19/2005 4:06:29 AM | Night Visitor
The night had fallen bestowing ...a blanket of stars in the sky
A curtain flapping in the gentle breeze... my heart was crying why
Laying on the satin sheets... hands splayed
Feeling the precious spot... where you had just laid
Single tears fall down my cheeks... crying for the loss of you
No longer feeling or caring.... not knowing what to do
The night sounds sharpen ....I fear the invasion tonight
But deep inside I long.... to feel again just right
Whispering your name so softly.... for only you to hear
Gently wiping away.... the remaining tears
Laying in red satin.... waiting for your touch
Knowing that you can’t resist.... the call of me needing you so much
My body arches with need.... as your magic touch begins
Feeling like I have never felt before.... knowing wanting you is a sin
You’re the devil of the night.... the master of pleasure and sins
Each time you come to me.... part of my soul you win
I know longing to have you... is tearing at my soul
But without you feeding my hunger.... my heart isn’t whole
Master of the dark need me... touch me show me more
Help me heal the pain.... from the forever closing door
No matter what the cost is.... for the pleasure of the night
I will keep softly whispering your name.... until I lose or win the fight…
Miz | |
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Posted: 4/19/2005 11:47:09 AM | You like my dark side do you longte?...lol well the guy I am seeing is watching my eyes and the first sign of red he is gone..jk....
It is funny how my mind has changed, I am now more creative in both sides and sometimes at the same time...I love the changes also...
we shall see what the next few days bring...hopefully more creative words...
Take care..
Miz | |
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Posted: 4/19/2005 2:06:02 PM | Howdy all, the sun is out here in full force as people emerge from their dens..... A beautiful day and a warm breeze from the east ...The words I see here amaze me...Glad to have found this ole' Barn
Emptiness Of The Race
The tundra of his breath
A race through anger
Sharp are his steps
As he guards his heart
Sheltered from the heat
He stumbles on ice fields
Empty dreams of a spring breeze
He falls into the sallow of his mind
He sees the slaying of his thoughts
They watch him through cracks
He will leave this place
With nothing on his back
All he has known
He leaves in the wind
There is no second chance
He has nothing to pack
He knows the taste of death
Balancing on the edge of the blade
He must choose
Creations of undeniable equations
Unique situations of the mind
Conversations thunder
Destruction of a family
Death of his life
Nightmares of gravity
Life
A whirlwind of doom
A final rest on cushions of moss
They cradle him in his pain
He walks the path of the slain
The garden grows dark,
His eyes can’t contain
The blood in his veins
His time to take leave has come
He seeks release from this life
He cries for death to soften the blow
Nowhere to go
They murdered his soul
The last step in the mourning dew
His body of blood
His voice screams in rage
His pen no longer graces the page
Knife in hand
His call to depart
Answers of death
Cessation of time
The flesh cold
Jagged the wound
Watching his life drain
His light hidden in the dark
An artist of pain
The colour has gone
The music of a severed heart
Distorted sounds are all that remain
He walks alone
A child of thirty two
Backwards in space
He is loosing the race
His eyes once shone
Eagerness of youth gone
Hopes of age
Replaced by rage
Taste of memories on his tongue
Balancing on the lip of death
He drops the knife
Inhaling his blood
With his final breath
He is ready to fall
The finish line in sight
He reaches for the light | |
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Posted: 4/19/2005 2:54:43 PM | I agree ....well done and very powerful...we are also glad you found the old barn and decided to drop in..
Miz | |
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Posted: 4/19/2005 6:10:48 PM | Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Today
I'm on my way
Only stay a
Bit
But
While I'm there
It's fair to say
I'll love it.
Open door,
Sit and stare
At the world out there
Contemplate my navel
Peruse the news
Read the writings of the muse
That adorn the walls
And as I sit
Perchance to sh*t
To spend the time
To ponder
It's nice to be
Back here you see
The Outhouse, out yonder
COTTAGE TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: 4/19/2005 6:17:58 PM | breathing, yes, what a glorious day. Spent the afternoon watching the whitecaps on the ocean and the whitecaps on the mountains. Ahhhhhh...... To our dear friends in Michigan, Alberta, Saskatchewan, and Ontario.......couldn't resist
Miz, those last two poems were stunning. Great stuff.
Goat, we need more from the book of Goat !! The disciples are getting restless for Goatly wisdom from the backyard barbeque and communal outhouse.
Tera, love your stuff from Rants, Raves lately.
Hello to everyone else.
CLOSING TIME
The moon's dead light
enters the eyes of drunken
youngsters swaggering from the bar.
Their hoots bruise my memory.
So many others, each
a home movie some sadistic
relative gleefully records,
the stumbles at the time a joke
become a shambles of a dance
around a frozen post.
Disordered senses; paltry
longing; shattered will.
Depression short-circuited
though ironically worsened.
A thousand keys for one lock.
Merciful sleep.
edit: just saw your last post now, pickles. Well, there's the outhouse quota. Goat, you're off the hook, hahaha..... | |
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Posted: 4/19/2005 6:43:47 PM | Ever have one of those weeks? I think I'm having one already.
Time is an odd thing...it always seems to change its volume and speed, depending on perception. Or maybe it's perception changing and time remaining constant?
Eh..I dunno.
But, all I have is this tonight and I have to lurch away and tend to some other things:
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What? It’s Only Tuesday?
Just one thin slice of time
A narrow, stringy thing
Stuck in between lurchings
From busy thing to busy thing
A talisman against
Letting The Job
Become The Life
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I'm off the hook? Thanks, eh...you guys are great. That hook is a lot of fun, though and I'll probably leap right on it again. Habits, huh?
Oh, and there will be more from the Book of Goat. I'm considering making it a Sunday thing, though. I'll have to pace myself so as not to burn out on it too quickly.
But, alas...I'd love to read and chat more -- but...ah, but...I gotta take care of de bidness before de work tomorrow. No rest for the stinky..
G'night. I'll see ya'll right here tomorrow. | |
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Posted: 4/19/2005 7:02:53 PM | Hey Rory
Just read your profile....lmao
edit: just saw your last post now, pickles. Well, there's the outhouse quota. Goat, you're off the hook, hahaha.....
TY
The outhouse is a two holer....wanna share???
Pickles | |
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Posted: 4/19/2005 7:04:28 PM |
edit: just saw your last post now, pickles. Well, there's the outhouse quota. Goat, you're off the hook, hahaha.....[/qoute] | |
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Posted: 4/19/2005 7:12:07 PM | pickles, thanks for the outhouse offer, but I'd rather be in the DOGhouse.
Have a nice stay at the cottage. | |
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Posted: 4/19/2005 7:24:12 PM | What????????????
He turned down the offer of outdoor poos
In Tandem
Damn him
Not really
hahahahahahah
MUAH
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Posted: 4/19/2005 8:22:38 PM | There is some stuff in here which should really be gracing pages for generations to come. The thoughts and magic that flow in this place are phenomenal.
And excuse me for being vampirish Misunderstood....I need to "swirl".
Play Before The Fire:
Like the fires of your nature
set your spirits free
smile and sing and dance now
and happy you will be
I'm a palace of your pleasure
let me know your choice
show me your sweet bodies
show me your sweet voice
show me your sweet voice
sha la la la la
You can take that one sweet moment
and look into my eyes
take that subtle moment
and help me tame your skies
I'm a palace of your pleasure
let me know your choice
show me your sweet bodies
show me your sweet voice.
take that one sweet moment
and let me know your choice
show me your sweet bodies
show me your sweet voice.
me. (long long ago, and played..for many)(acoustic and bongos by the flicker of campfire and the sound of parties..evrywhere)
I wonder if I am allowed to place songs from other people in here...am I? | |
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Posted: 4/19/2005 8:30:15 PM | | frrosty, welcome and thanks for the kind words. As to posting others' music lyrics, I think there's a thread just for that in the Arts/Music forum.(though you can talk to the Goat about it.) | |
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Posted: 4/19/2005 8:34:03 PM | I like the "swirl" of thought and soul which has arisen here much more; if I may say.
I almost want to go read from the very beginning.
(and I just may) | |
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Posted: 4/19/2005 8:35:56 PM | Nag
You said I wasn’t a man, when a teardrop from my face fell,
But when I wouldn’t shed the tears, you said I was unfeeling as hell.
You left me confused, as I couldn’t do anything right,
And everything I tried, always ended up in a fight.
I learned not to trust, and learned not to feel,
I learned that most of my life, was anything but real.
I became dead inside, unfeeling and cold,
And your constant henpecking, it began to grow old.
I felt trapped, me still loving you,
But your actions were obvious, we were through.
You discarded me, I was something you used,
I would no longer submit, no longer be abused.
Now I am alone, and I feel empty inside,
But at least your abuse I no longer have to abide.
You will grow old, and I’ll bet you’ll be alone,
Your life so empty, as you reap what you’ve sown.
~Kobold~ | |
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