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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/19/2005 8:55:19 PM | "Power Of Love" by Frankie Goes to Hollywood)
And a promise I think I made without even knowing.
Aye aye aye aye
Feels like fire
I'm so in love with you
Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay, bad at bay
Love is the light scaring darkness away
I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire, love
With tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the chips are down
I'll be around with my undying
Death defying love for you
Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful
Sparkling love flowers and pearls and pretty girls
Love is like an energy
Rushing in, rushing inside of me
Yeah
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire, love
With tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
This time we go sublime
Lovers entwined divine divine
Love is danger, love is pleasure
Love is pure, the only treasure
I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
The power of love
A force from above
A sky scraping dove
Flame on burn desire, love
With tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/20/2005 4:43:57 PM | Hello all, it is another beautiful day..Thank you for your kind words :)
- -I see such talent on these pages and what I see continues to inspire me to write.....I love the words here and all the folk too!...... :)
A brief wind....
Snow descends on a spring day
Branches lay bare
Dry and withered from winter fear
Exposed to the seasons
Leaves fall like tears | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/20/2005 6:48:43 PM | Vegetarians please forgive me
The Feasting(Cannibal)
The decadence of my soul,
The longing for your flesh,
With a heart as black as coal,
A nightmare I now refresh.
Your tender loins of meat,
The fleshy parts I desire,
A buffet of all I can eat,
The taste of you I admire.
I kill no more than I eat,
For a humanitarian I am,
But it’s a taste that can’t be beat,
Like that of a rack of lamb.
I could be your neighbor,
Even your longtime friend,
But my work is a secret labor,
And when you know, it’s your end.
~Kobold~ | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/20/2005 8:10:09 PM | Hey ya'll. Another day from H-E-double hockey sticks today. Busy busy...lurching from one thing to another. I haven't read much here tonight...I might have to save it all up for the weekend. My Inspiration Well is getting a little dry these days, so I'm gonna soak some up from you quality poets.
But that's later. Now, I only have this to offer:
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Nine Years and Two Hubs Later
My favourite gear died today
Toothless, it spins
On my bike
The chain slips like
Dentures on a cob of corn
I’d ask how it happened
But I know the answer
Don’t use the top gear all the time
And don’t use it to pass the elderly
In their Camrys
On hills
It leaves both bike and seniors
Rather toothless
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It ain't much, but it describes the most aggravating thing of my day. Grr...I hate it when my ride isn't performing to my standards.
Ah, well. I'll be back tomorrow for more. Keep on' posting, fellow barn dwellers! Welcome to the new folk that arrived yesterday...I forget your names and I'm too lazy to look right now. But an absent-minded welcome from me.
Okay...awaaaaayyy I go. See ya'll tomorrow. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/20/2005 8:23:23 PM | First time Barn patron here...thought I'd drop in and see what's going on here! Some very interesting poems...
Lost in sleep
I heard you calling in my dreams
but could not place the voice.
A sweet whisper in my screams
giving me a choice.
I was running, lost and scared,
unknowing of when I'd fall.
Your calm caught me unaware,
so I responded to your call.
From the torment out of hell,
you saved me from my past.
To a place where I could dwell,
where dark is only shadow-cast.
Now half awake I lie,
to try and fit the face,
of the one who's mercy cry
brought my soul in place. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/21/2005 5:51:28 AM | very well done...and welcome all new visitors to the barn..pull up a bale and share your words....don't be shy
Well my mind is beginning to turn so I am more then likely in for a creative day, so I will drop on in later hopefully with a poem to share...
For now have a great day , the sun is shining,the birds are singing and for the most part I am happy...lol
Take care
Miz | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/21/2005 10:28:40 AM | I want to eviscerate you and play with your shinnary innards
Sit idly by and watch while I prepare your flesh for my dinner
I'd rip out your heart to show you the black but I doubt you have one
Instead I'll amuse myself with your intestines, my this is fun
I warned you that the day would come when my revenge would be at hand
You scoffed at my rage, what's that now? You're slurring and you can barely stand
Blood coming out of your eyes and your inky hate oozing between my teeth
Cooking your life force with a little butter and some mushrooms, a culinary thief
A fine merlot to accompany your juicy spleen seems to fit the occasion
Welcome to my dungeon, the horror chamber affectionately known as chez maison
I mock your screams with my beautiful tones of dulcet pinks and crimson
No one can hear your final pleas in my tasty little prison
Want a taste of truly how evil you are? Open wide for momma, here comes the airplane
Grasping your jaws and forcing your vile mouth open, join me in being insane
You made me the chef of destruction who stands before you
Nothing left but bones of daddy dearest, time for work now, lots to do
Smiling serenely as I gaze upon my spread of cannibalistic hate
The cards foresaw it all, chalk it up to destiny and fate
This was a long time coming and I'm happy you could share it with me
This wouldn't have been nearly as fun if you hadn't been able to see.
Bon apetit bitch. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 4/21/2005 10:55:45 AM | | Held off the little crocodile Improved her shinning tail and pour the waters of the Nile on every golden scale How cheerfully she seems to grin How neatly spreads her claws And welcomes little fishes in with gently smiling Jaws | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/21/2005 2:08:39 PM | one tremor..
and she will bolt
one lick..
and she will bore
one leap..off centre
and she will die
one nose..extending too far
and she will strike
So I stand proned,
tensed,
erect
and ready
enraptured with her scent
aware of her presence
For she....is mine.
Letters from the front: Leo | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/21/2005 2:48:46 PM | Hey y'all , I see more folk stoppin round. Ain't it a great thing- Folk sitting on bales of hay sharing their talents ! ..... Yes I am amazed by what is here .. This barn withstands all seasons....
Redwoods Settled In Rain
Trees rooted in death
Humidity in her leaves
Mahogany of the bark
Many years lost in dark
Roots thirsting for life
Branches near brittle
Leaves that withered in the night
Bathed in the silence of moonlight
Subtle scents of cedar
Swim in the rain
Green the luster of her youth
Clouds shower her in truth
A small chinaberry
Hints of cinnamon
Escape veins of her leaves
Life birthed in the breeze
Supple the arc of her trunk
Thrust of tropical hurricanes
The center holds her ground
A distant breath emits tiny sounds
A kaleidoscope of colour in her wings
Dragonflies dance the echo of the sun
Dew leaves shine brilliant with ease
Beginnings of life rooted in trees | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/21/2005 5:00:18 PM | LONG DISTANCE
Theres a number
Out there somewhere
Its ringing
There not home
People like fluker
And Bland & Blank
Dance, Blitzen
Conner and Hank
In boxes and booths
Chimeing with tone
Cordless phones
A book of turned pages
Hot line, STOP THE PRESS!
micraphone, two tone
Hold the phone
Code......Number. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/21/2005 5:58:12 PM | SOLO FLIGHT
The cliffs of truth are hard to climb
Seas of seagulls, reach for the sky
Tiny pebbles on the beach, stretch far and wide
Alone i wait, and by,d my time
The forests of reason are hard to travel
Acres of leaves, green and intwined
Glimmers of light beams, canopy of life
Alone i sit, a mystery to unravel
The desert of wishes, can burn you alive
Dunes of sand, castles for the hand
Sunlight, moonlight, stars and drift
Alone i walk and measure my thirst
the fields of wisdom are hard to gather
Wind swept golden shoots, wave upon wave
distance of tended and careing growth
Alone i sow and reap as i go
The road of dreams, is hard to find
It slips from your feet
it washs from your mind
alone i dream, alone. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/21/2005 7:06:51 PM | Excellent entries everyone!
Bad Shadow(Part 1)
The scratching heard in the corridor,
The gouges found in the wall,
Long deep grooves that number four,
Make your skin begin to crawl.
You hear it every night,
Before you drift off to sleep,
Under your covers in fright,
As you shiver and weep.
Sometimes you see something big and black,
As from your covers you sneak a peak,
But you never investigate for fear of attack,
And lie there frightened and feeling weak.
You can feel it move about,
Feeling the rush the air,
Waiting for you to come out,
But that is something you don’t dare.
You can feel its cold breath,
And hear its hissing and growls too,
Sounds that scare you to death,
But oddly your covers protect you.
It waits every night,
You’ll someday make a mistake,
And when it finally comes to light,
It’s your life that it will take.
To be continued!!!
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 4/21/2005 8:10:36 PM | Hey...no time today (again) to read. Hope the weekend will be better...
Here's today's droppings:
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A Great Expanse of Nothing
I wish I had time for a poem
But it seems to take a lot to grow ‘em
Not to mention sow ‘em
In that once-fertile cerebral soil
That needs more than water and toil
Things are simmering but nothing boils
Working, lurching, searching
Waiting for my time to breathe
And let these little ideas seethe
Perhaps by the weekend they’ll emerge
The slumbering creativity will surge
And poetry will come from the purge
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Alrighty...see ya'll tomorrow. G'night, eh. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/21/2005 11:57:28 PM | FIRST DAY OF SUMMER
Sitting, bold, bending like a daffodil
to the sea, just out of the urgent ocean,
content, we gaze on each other and sigh.
Your gentle shifts, graceful and self-contained,
play through my mind's eye when I look away,
so I return, and bless sight, touch,
and hearing your sweet voice responding,
bless my good fortune, and your
bodily declaration of heaven. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/22/2005 6:14:10 AM | Good Morning everyone...
What a glorious day we are having, I am of to enjoy the sun as we are scheduled toget rain for the next 3 days...sigh oh well, it is needed for growth and nurturing of the flowers and trees....
Kobold hun nice to see your words here and as always wonderful words they are....muahhhh...
Hey Rory, you just keep getting better hun, keep it up....love to see your words and dig deep into them...
Breathing as always your words add so much to this old barn, I wrote a poem doesnt suit you but the main words of it does....breathing in the essence of you....and that is what we do each time you post...
Well to all the new ones, keep up posting I love to read and see such wonderful talent...
I am coming off a dry spell, been busy starting a new chapter in my life, so here is one I had started awhile ago and finished yesterday, let me tell you it turned out differently then I had originally planned but its saved so not to bad I suppose..lol
Take care....hugsssssss
Finally at Peace
She rarely saw the daylight
Always longing for the night
The world to her was ever changing
No beginning or end was in sight
True test of will power
Was always sent her way
Fighting just to continue to breathe
Desperately wanting to stay
Holding on dearly to love
Holes in the heart pain taken
Needing help no one around
Feeling so Lost and forsaken
Crying out from her soul
Wanting the pain to end
Hidden messages are all she has
In her weakening power to send
Calling out desperately for her love
The one that filled her soul
Praying that tonight will finally be
The night they again become whole
With one final breath she at last sees
Her angel loves spirit arrive
Finally coming to take her away
To a place where their love is alive
No more weakening breaths
Or longing of the heart
Resting at peace with her true love
Never again having to part……
Miz | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/22/2005 2:48:53 PM | Hey all :) Many imaginations dwell in this old barn.,,,,, summer is here and everyone is alive with life.... Thanks for your words miz. You have a heart and it sounds like `tis singing at the moment ;-) And goat - be it tuesday, nine years ago and two hubs later, or swimming in the great expanse of nothing __ You take us there...Such talent in these pages.....
I can taste the words......and I am inspired.....
A kindred soul listening to CBC broke the news to me: I write in his honour :)
A tribute to a friend in transition
1969 A superstar hits the screen
Cookies! His food of choice
My furry blue friend
They have changed his ways.
He needs more cookies!…
2005 kicks off healthy days
Talking eggplants…
Singing carrots…
Just one more cookie Please!…
“A cookie is a sometimes food?!”
Blasphemy I scream
But only turnips comfort me in sorrow
No more Oatmeal Raisin cookies for me
No Sirr eee
Oscar laughs and shouts
Toss a salad with Mr. C
That leaves more cookies for me
The last song of an era
A cultural Icon
“C” Is For Cookie!
Inside he cries
Tears in his eyes
Is it cookie time?
Moderation becomes his song
Learning to control urges
A cookie, replaced by dancing celery …
Oh but those Chocolate Chips
Sweet on his lips
I hear him belting his tune
“C” Is For Cookies
“That’s good enough for me.
His heart sings the big “C”
This they will never take from me. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/22/2005 9:00:56 PM | Thank you Mari Sam and Miz!
I know how you feel on the dry spell Miz. You'll come out of it fine, as Finally At Peace proves
Love it Breathing, but say it isn't so! Stuff the veggies! Give a "C" Is for cookie for my furry blue childhood friend.
Bad Shadow(Part 2)
You slip into a deep sleep,
Into a world that is dark and cold,
Where across the ground a mist does creep,
Where not even the angels dare bold.
It is an unholy place you’ve found,
Where your nightmares begin,
And in its blackness you are bound,
Where only Hell can be akin.
Yet the place isn’t what you really fear,
It’s what dwells within its realm,
Feeling it watch from somewhere near,
And the stench of it does overwhelm.
Every now and then you hear a growl,
And an echo of something as it scrapes against stone,
By sound you can hear it move and prowl,
With its hellish hiss that chills you to the bone.
Your stalker you never see,
It hides just out of site,
You have no idea what it might be,
Fear and curiosity it equally does invite.
But nevertheless it hunts you,
Waiting for when the time is right,
And God knows what it’ll do,
When it finally comes into your sight.
To Be Continued.....
~Kobold~ | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/22/2005 9:35:19 PM | Not much time tonight...here's one for the barn:
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A Plate of Fragments
Words become like gravy
Only less caloric
Like nothing that can be described
A dinner of hot, fresh lustings
Slathered with butter
Like a Last Tango in Paris
Parboiled loins or
Navel surprise?
Your choice; there is no menu
Prickly heat, a favourite side-dish
Consumes whatever it touches
Makes the tongue swell
Can make a blind man see fine detail
A deaf man hear a mouse fart
An ignorant man specifically wise
This tragic, subtly-lit buffet
This non-moveable feast
Save room for dessert
It'll be packed with creamy goodness
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Alrighty...see you tomorrow...kiss kiss | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/23/2005 4:37:51 AM | Well hello all patrons of the barn..
Today is rainy but thats ok I am feeling pretty good, so last night we made it official...lol...exclusive...so it seems I have a boyfriend again....now what do I do with him?....keep your dirty minds to yourselves....geez....lmao just kidding...
So I am happier then I have been in awhile,but me being who I am,I am waiting for the other shoe to drop...hope if it happens its sooner then later....
Kobold, the dry spell is working its way gone...I tend to write when things happen in my life,and since I have been just enjoying life, nothing major to write about, it's def not a bad thing...lol
Anyway wrote 2 yesterday so here you go...yeah I know its sappy;...hey give a girl a break ok?..lol
Have a great day all, hugsss and kissesss to all....
Feel So Proud
I don’t want to hide anymore
Only want to feel what you can give
I just want to share what I have inside
Because of you I am longing to again live
With you by my side
Loving and cherishing me
All the past mistakes I have made
I can no longer see
All I see each day when I wake
Is the sun shining bright
Reminding me of you and how
You changed my life from dark to light
You came into my life so fast
But it seems so real
Please don’t ever tell me my sweet
That this isn’t the way I should feel
You’re my sunshine on the cloudiest days
The song in my heart
My special friend and lover of life
The one I never want to have part
So just hold on to me
For as long as we are allowed
With you by my side being you
I feel so lucky and proud…..
Miz | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/23/2005 4:50:05 AM | Out of the ashes arises the phoenix
She has been cleansed in the hellish depths now
No longer human or part of the chains of helix
Fiery Goddess has dark gifts to endow
Arms outstretched to gather us to her tattered skin
Mother of all and seeker of the coldest, blackest night
Fixing her gaze upon those who would rush her to begin
Silently waiting for them to begin their futile flight
Nothing can save you and nothing can harm you in this place
Only she alone is the path to all that was and all that will be
Gaze now upon her horrific beauty in her still recognizeable face
Stand tall against her withering heat and know the pain of being set free | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/23/2005 11:29:51 AM | Hello all. Man, you guys are truly amazing...alla ya. There's so much reading I have to catch up on this weekend -- a lot of poems to sound out and savour. Truly wonderful stuff in here...some haunting, some grim, some hilarious but all are able to take me through others' minds and that's what poetry should do, dammit.
Howdy to the new barn folk passing through. I expecially like the name Campfire Dave...now there's a guy you could fish with.
"Hey Campfire Dave, how's that trout doing? Are the fins extra crispy?"
Or
"Hey Campfire Dave, pass me that hot sauce. No, the one that has the "ring sting" and "hoop burn" warnings on the label. I can't eat my whitefish without that stuff."
Good ol' Campfire Dave. I'll bet he plays a mean guitar and roasts an orgasmic marshmellow.
Yup...I think I love him.
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Uh...wha? Oh, er, sorry...just like the name, is all.
Anyway, a poem is in the breech and I'll shotgun it out right hyar:
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The Waning of a Work-Ethic
There's not a puff of wind out there
A pile of laundry on the floor
The sun is strong and warm already
Dust bunnies breed behind the doors
To behold such a glorious day
When housework begs for attention
Its a battle for anything like work
To be held by my mental retention
The leaves have not arrived yet
The buds still waiting for spring
But it's plenty warm enough out there
For me to do my thing
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So guess what I'm off to do? A goat's life, huh?
I'll see ya'll during the rinse cycle. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/23/2005 4:42:42 PM | Hey goat, its a harmonica and it sounds haunting across the lake at sundown. Just when i start to get excited i discover your a guy! LOL. You need to get out on a date man, gettin scary LOL
MORNING SUN
Hot dogs and summer gin
Molassas and gettin thin
Music, babies and there wettin
Northern pride is slippin
Everyone knows how far it goes
We,ve all seen, god the woes
I for one have seen these things
Was a time, a season changed
Mayflower, tempest, hurricane
Children play at your feet
Needless to say, time is fleeting
Fear is spritual death
Death is change into the unknown
Listen to your heart
Wisping wind playing and dancing
With a lock of hair, cooling and
Refreshing in the acrid burning sun
And the children play at your feet. | |
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