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Posted: 4/23/2005 5:37:41 PM | Ok,
So I knew
When she said those words....I Love You
And Mummy..could I bring some friends
To the cottage
Next weekend?
It's Ryan's birthday you see
And we
Are almost done exams
So I thought
We could come up to the lake
We would take
The food and beer
And not drink
Too much, I swear.
SO
I go up and open the place,
Make a vat of Chilli
Clean the place
Welcome them when they come
Eat a special brownie...only one!
Watch as they concoct a brew
Twenty four beer, fruit juice,vodka too
All mixed up in the cooler,
Called The Porch Crawler!!
Didn't stay there, good thing too
Mummy mode would not do
Left 'em to their own devices
Knowing that today they'd need ice
To press against hungover heads
All the while wishing they were dead.
This morning, I wasn't disappointed
As a group they were quite disjointed
Took the crew out to eat
One by one they left their seats
Heading to the toilet door
Swearing they would drink no more
Interesting to observe
How I used to behave!!!!!!!!!
True story....this w/e
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Posted: 4/23/2005 6:35:47 PM | An Appetite for Discourse
The words you say slip into me,
like a knife they tear into me.
Right to the core of me
Such sweet words…
At night I’ve been talking in my sleep
Whispering what I’ve longed to say all along
But by day the words have escaped me
And my mouth feels dry and mute.
The words you say slip into me,
like a knife they tear into me.
Right to the core of me
Such sweet words…
I’ve been dreaming of you for so long,
Honeyed visions of your lips fill my mind,
The touch of your gaze so full and strong
Passions erupt from my soul.
The words you say slip into me,
like a knife they tear into me.
Right to the core of me
Such sweet words…
What good are words though?
When actions make a man
And however dear your affections
I lack the will to understand | |
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Posted: 4/23/2005 8:02:24 PM | Bad Shadow(Part3)
Something has you by the leg,
In shear pain you scream,
And for your God you beg,
As you see your blood steam.
A wicked gash and torn meat,
From your dream you awake,
Your leg not under the cover or sheet,
The bare flesh, the claws did rake.
Blood flows so fast,
You’re losing too much,
In little puddles it has amassed,
As your wound you try to clutch.
You must get help now,
Have to get it quick,
You have no idea how,
Now you begin to feel sick.
You try to make it to the door,
You feel the rush of putrefied air,
As you make it into the corridor,
Of true horror you now become aware.
Something stands before you,
It is huge and it’s pure black,
With glistening white teeth and eyes ice blue,
Clattering its ten-inch claws ready for attack.
In the moonlight your blood splatters and streams,
As in one swipe of its claws it disembowels you,
Its savage attack and feeding drowned by your screams,
The hunter has found its prey, the hunt finally through.
Beware the dark demon called Bad Shadow,
For out of nightmares it will arise,
It is there that it has found its window,
And whoever dreams it eventually dies.
~Kobold~
Inspired by Graham Masterton's "Death Dream" | |
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Posted: 4/23/2005 8:48:14 PM | Howdy all. Been doing some reading around this place and I'm liking it all.
My apologies to CampfireDave...yup, I am a guy. Sorry. I have the hairy hangey-down bits and everything. And, yes...a date. I'll have to set to work on that straight away. I'll give myself until the end of August to land a date with a (drumroll) REAL WOMAN.
Wish me luck.
A ton of good writes in here tonight and for the last few nights.
Special greets to Miz (you're still sweet and your words even sweeter), Kobold (I think you are done with the writer's block...and how), Rory (still, man...you stir me up like old latex paint), Breathing (love that Cookie Monster poem...I heard the news too and was a little put off by it. They better not touch Oscar -- he's sacred).
Er..who else? Did I get the regulars?
No...Pickles! Yeah, Pickles...dangit, you make me laugh and think and chuckle and think some more. If there's a mind out there I can appreciate, it's yours.
And Tera! You...you...you put a mighty snap in my shorts at times. Other times, you chill me. You're still #$%#$% talented, though...brilliant, in fact. Bon appetit, huh? Brrr....I wouldn't want to piss you off and sleep over at your place.
And all the newcomers here to the barn, bringing great things. Let's see if I can remember all your names -- Glokazian (stretching the boundaries of English in an edgy way), Frrosty (go ahead and post what you want, man. It's all good), Moonshadow679 (there's shifting sand and shadow in your writes -- love that subtlety), Stevens (Hey...bet you thought I didn't see you, huh? I see all and forget an equal amount. Must be the steel plate in my head).
Shall I say hi to the lurkers that lurk and ne'er post? Hey youse guys! I'm posting naked tonight!! See?
Another apology to CampfireDave. Sorry man. I'd be really sorry if I stood too close to the campfire in my birthday suit. Loose skin with hair and a roaring fire do not mix well. Just ask Smokey the Bear or Bea Arthur.
Alrighty...to bed and beyond! Hugs and handshakes to all. If I missed anyone, just smack me a*** and let me know.
The Book of Goat resumes tomorrow...we're still in the Psalms. Get your church clothes ready and be here early. I'll be along in an hour or so.
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Posted: 4/23/2005 9:10:07 PM | Goat
I am your date
I know we agreed to wait
But
There was something in the air
And I swear
It was too late
To Procrastinate
Barnyard smells
Wedding bells
Who can tell
Coy
Joy
If it was Hawaaii
W'ed be eating Poi
But
Butt
I just
Hafta know
If you feel the same...
Inane....
Urbane....
Insane....
NO shame
Everthing to gain
Nought to loose
Choose
Ruminant
Horny
Pan
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Posted: 4/23/2005 9:10:18 PM | Goat
I am your date
I know we agreed to wait
But
There was something in the air
And I swear
It was too late
To Procrastinate
Barnyard smells
Wedding bells
Who can tell
Coy
Joy
If it was Hawaaii
W'ed be eating Poi
But
Butt
I just
Hafta know
If you feel the same...
Inane....
Urbane....
Insane....
NO shame
Everthing to gain
Nought to loose
Choose
Ruminant
Horny
Pan
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Posted: 4/23/2005 9:11:00 PM | Cheers Goat. This is a good place, i like it here. here,s another log for the fire, drive off the damp.
POUR AND DRIFTIN
Rain again, always the same
Like last time, never any change
like fasting, the constant drain
tomorrow i,ll say it again
Rain.. rain, always the same
As i drift off or float away
Maybe towards the judgement day
All my life, all the way
move along and far, far away
Leave it all behind, and the rain, constant rain
Green, green i heard them say
Thank em, then head the other way
Never did want to stay
Just to hear your song,maybe sing along
Tap on the roof, an Joe,s, an fast
Rain again, always the same
Never changin, constant, floating, flying, toe tap,in rain
If it ever stops
I,ll be on the road again
Like last time, never change, me and the rain | |
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Posted: 4/23/2005 10:46:04 PM | great reading all...I think this is my first post to the barn...but definately not my last...thanks for having me, im glad to be had :) im feeling a little off today, ( like im on anyother day ) maybe its the moon, maybe its being alone, maybe its missing home, missing my son, I feel like a fish outta water, but not by accident like a astronaut taking readings and samples collecting data on some far away planet....somewhere someplace, i just feel like im reaching i just dont know what for.....
some days
seem to stretch on forever,
the sun disapears over the hopeful horizon,
right now,
my son is exactly 1856 miles away from me
I feel like this day stretches all the way to him,
over the waters we will fish in this summer
he's a great fisherman
one day he will be a fisher of men
he has my hands and my self doubt
my fingers, remind me of him as they
drag slowly over the keys,
unable to make out the letters thru blurred eyes
I wonder if hes crying missing me right now.
like I miss gently holding him.
he's such a gentleman
a gentle giant of a heart
a soul fighter
he feels deeply
he sticks up for the week
like his father
he's an artist and a genius
he's strong
I miss him so much.
Ive spent so much time
spending time
running thru the days of my life
arranging things.
like a deranged hamster
on a wheel of misfortune
have i plotted my demise with global positioning
have i run from something
am i running to it.
now im globaly positioned so far from him.
his chestnut eyes and perfect skin
his mind so wide, like his understanding
sometimes I wonder,
sometimes I wonder.
some day I will see him again.
some day soon.
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Posted: 4/23/2005 11:06:17 PM | th30ry
I think you and I are the only ones up in our time zone
The love you have for your son is awesome
I have a part of me
The fabric of me
I need for her
I bleed for her
I would die for her
She is
My Daughter
I love her
More than my life
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Posted: 4/23/2005 11:17:22 PM | th30ry-- No, you posted ten pages or so ago. Glad you're back.
Goat-- the book of Goat sermon, got my Sunday best on already. Then , it's sinning time again after the service.
Miz-- Bravo ! A man ! That sweet side's back in your words, and them's some good words, too. All the best to you and your lucky new man. Summer's comin 'round, too. Right on. Hugs.
Kobold-- A nightmare in installments. I love it.
breathing-- like the different directions your stuff's taking on lately.
moonshadow-- good writes, lots of emotion. Please keep posting.
pickles-- Ah, yes, reflections of drunken youth. Just posted a poem on the same thing a page or 3 back.
CampfireDave-- Hey, guys and gals, this man has met the great Milton Acorn, sh!t disturbing P.E.I. poet of the people who licked off 5 or so years ago.
Tera-- Phoenix poem, wow ! The phoenix as an avenger. Great twist.
frrosty-- Keep 'em coming, good lines.
Hello to everyone else.
HERE AND AWAY
The sun's heat mirrors your remembered
arousal. I try to sense your sexy
pouts and glances when the sun appears
from a cloud, your quickened breathing
when a wave of wind-carried sun
washes over my nude body
on this beach. The things unsaid waiting
to hatch in a moment of abandon
I keep with me till your arrival.
I feel a trace of your amazing body
in every pleasing, shifting thing I touch.
Your voice, bewitching, soothing, on another
long distance call, stimulates more images,
promising, troubling, unconsummated,
in this gift, this consummate union
I neither planned nor altered.
This one's for CampfireDave, but it's really for everybody. One of many absolutely one-of-a-kind Milton Acorn poems from the man himself:
THE BIG SAW
Many's the time when I was on the job
The sawman came to me:
"You're able--And you can work fast.
Why don't you handle the big saw?"
Upon which I'd hold up my hands
Thumbs and fingers spread out:
"Look. Count 'em. Ten isn't there?
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Posted: 4/23/2005 11:48:07 PM | Thanks rory!
and pickles...I think we are just the only ones sitting at computers...everyone else is out...(im such a loser) :) sitting at home on a beautiful saturday night, in front of this laptop, chatting on a dating site....never would have thought my life would come to this :P
seriously though I like being alone this is just a big o cup im not used to this much "quality time" with myself....oh well they say everythiing happens for a reason...ill just reason why through till somthing happens
the tylenol pm's are kicking in...ill write more tomorrow
check out my new home thread..... Standup Philosopher
im posting all my stuff there....seems like the thing to do after youve been here long enough...
you all are such great inspiration and great writers, im honored to be welcomed into your world here at POF
gnite
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Posted: 4/24/2005 9:43:28 AM | Morning all. It's Sunday! How're ya'll doing? All dressed up and ready for this morning's sermon?
Sure you are. Get ready for it.
First, I'd like to give a long-overdue welcome to th30ry...I'm sorry I missed you the first time around around, sir. Your poem about your son...God, man...it pulled at me. A very wise woman told me all we have in this life to hold is time, love and memory -- the Holy Trinity of being a human being. That was my mother, who died 20 years ago. When I read your poem, she was not far from my mind. It takes a hell of a good writer to touch that part of me and I thank you.
Pickles...a poem so nice, you posted it twice. A date with me wouldn't be too great; I'd show up late and smell like the Parmesan cheese they grate. It would be as much as stepping on a rake; you're all give and I'll just take. Because goats just eat and they have stinky feet. You still have a mind that I can really understand, though -- pleasantly warped like mine. Yours is tempered with far more intelligence than mine, though.
CampfireDave...I still LOVE that name. I can hear that harmonica, too. Red River Valley hangs off the trees like dried coyote skins. Like your style and your rythm, Dave. I can hear the rain and smell wet wood smoke. You have a bale in the barn any ol' time, boss.
Rory...my man. You met Milton Acorn? He's my favourite after Al Purdy. Man, I don't meet anyone here in Saskabush...just farmers. Always like Acorn and that saw one I remember reading years ago in some anthology or something...loved it then and I love it now. I used to use a Husqvarna 266 with an 18" bar in the Yukon -- it wasn't without it's personal, noisy charm. Here and Away was friggen good...concise, insightful, potent. As always Rory, it is a pleasure reading your efforts.
Okay...let's get down to the barn chapel. Make sure you have some spare change handy because the collection keg is coming around and I'm painfully short of beer.
The sermon is coming down. Abandon all sense ye who wander here! | |
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Posted: 4/24/2005 9:52:19 AM | Good morning. Our Lard says please rise.
Okay, Our Lard says please be seated.
Naw, you better stand up.
...
Hah! I didn't say "Our Lard says"...gotcha.
Our Lard says unbutton your uncomfortable Sunday pants and bask in a great day.
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Psalm 53 - The Book of Goat
Behold, your own Gonch
Thou shalt not refer to it as
"Underwear" or "underpants"
(which are displeasing words to Our Lard)
Any longer
"Gonch", "Ginch" or "Ginchies"
Are words that make Our Lard chuckle with glee
Thy Gonch is never truly dirty or beyond use
If thy can turn them inside out
And consider thy Gitch as fresh
Then turn them around and consider fresheness anew
Whilst wearing them backwards for a day
It no longer has to hold that
Yellow has to be in the front
And
Brown has to be in the back
Keep rotating thy Gonch
Until the resulting paste therein resembles
Poorly-made Dijon mustard
(and the Lard doth dare thee to eat such mustard with a straight face henceforth)
Amen
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Okay...BREAK. Go have some fun out there. I know I will. Later, eh? | |
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Posted: 4/24/2005 9:53:22 AM | morning all you barn dwellers. I am behind on reading as summer has pulled me outside to the wters edge.....Tis Sunday, time to pull up a stool and settle in this fine eatery for a spell...I shall return after a good read......
Figure falling fast
Sitting motionless
Life in Hotel Saint Remy
Red drops of rubies on his skin
Slow plaster of life
Standing on a bridge of rain
Worn is the sower of life
Silent in nights café
Still bible of life touching eyes
The head of woman at his feet
The pain of death in his ear
Heaviness of Light and Dark
Collapsing of his arms
His brush with life
Last stroke of effort
Liquid splatters of colour
Vibrancy dried from age
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Posted: 4/24/2005 9:57:06 AM | Good morning, Breathing.
God, can you paint images with your words. I wish I have what you got.
There's no menu on the eatery...the food keeps changing. You left a great banquet, though. Thank you. | |
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Posted: 4/24/2005 10:38:50 AM | Good Afternoon all! Goat thanks for the invite. I am really enjoying reading everyones art. Rory and i were chating about music on another forum and it came up that i met Acorn years ago. My Dad was one of the " allen garden poets" theres one for your history books LOL. When i was a child, i remember partys flowing with red wine, beatnicks and artists. Gwen Mc Ewen, Acorn, Joe Rosenblatt, were always there. Later they were the " Bohemian Embassy ". Here is another poem from my young days of travel and a cabin in the mountains of BC.
TOE TAP TEDIUM
Mornings are all the same
John doe,s might be to blame
Cursed, crackled cry, my, my, my
Soup line lunch and the whole dam bunch
Refuge city, apartment pity
Hide your favorite socks
Cast away....your balot last
Be like the one, when mornings are done
Blaa, blaa, woff, woff, jumpin up and down
Cheap memories, PLEASE AJUST YOUR TONE!
Pass the cup and crack the nut
Sorry this ones taken
Sad, sad, seasons
And your hard at please'in
Don,t be all alone. | |
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Posted: 4/24/2005 11:34:59 AM | g mornin all! thanx for the welcome goat, nice barn, ;] I've started copying all my posts that i like in my own thread so if youve read this one there, sorry for the repeat, but his is a follow up to my some day poem.... smile :)
Sun day
bright sunlight breaks the gloom
dispersing darkness in my room
tyson gives his canine caring
another day calls to me daring
intently fingers pound laptop keys
pushing into cyberspace memories
arena football sounds in background
lawnmowers humm their familiar song
wish i had more to do,
than express my longings for a friend or two
everything has its time
for every season has a rhyme
places hold secrets till there needed
like soils freshly seeded
awaiting summer, tensions tower
like well watered springs flowers
sunday is served to me, another exquisite dish
eyeballs bounce over words on plenty of fish
in the distance theres childrens playing
today will be differant then yesterday, im praying.
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Posted: 4/24/2005 11:53:58 AM | well what a read it was, the fires are burning in this ole' Barn....
And all your kind words are taken to heart.. I thanks you all as I rest here.
Campfire Dave, you were nourished by good stalk- Life of beat poets.... your words flow
Rory you have the experience of life in your words...
Tera what can be said,,,,, you dig to the depths of many lives...
Pickles filled with giggles, such a treat.....
Frrosty seems like your words are far from frozen. They speak truths ...
Th30ry you hit home, fully present are your words....
Kobold your visions are painted here, the many colours of your blood reach the page....
Welcome Moonshadows...I can taste the spice of discourse and await more of your dishes....
Miz you are alive with life, keep walking with pride in your steps...
And who have I missed.... ah yes Goat ...The goat that opened the barn doors welcoming others to paint the walls.......Good morning to ya...You have all the words and images- You erected a Barn---- Filled the walls with vibrant pictures and you consistently paint more.
Well the sun is calling, a brilliant day it is.....
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Posted: 4/24/2005 12:34:28 PM | Thank you Breathing, for the kind words, i like your stuff too. Most of my poems were written 20 years ago with the help of a night of imbibing LOL. I just wrote this.
CHAT ROOM
Hey, ya you
Love me
See me
Chemistry
45 divorced
Seeks same
Going insane
Coffee at 8
Long distance
No time
Busy line
keep on tryin
Lets meet
Shake our feet
What next week?
Not a peep
Hey you
You look good
Maybe we should
Delete
I like that
I like you
How much do i make?
Head fake
Do you like travel?
Campfires
cuddles
kissing
Are you wishing?
Read delete
Rate me
Take me
Read....wait
Take a break
Sent a note
She saids
No one does it for me
make me think
Goes on line
Can,t find the time
Square one
Hey lets have fun
You might be the one
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Posted: 4/24/2005 12:58:53 PM | well first off , if it's rory's bday....HAPPY BIRTHDAY    Hope you have a good one whenever it is, and hope that this year to follow has all your wishes and dreams come true....muahhhhhh
It seems like you can't go away for a few days and not visit the barn,it is getting to be a busy place in here...Kobold please keep watch on my bale, I may not be around much but I will not lose touch with the barn, it has helped me in many ways move on with my life..
Goat, as always your sermon was touching,but then again we know how you like to be touched and be the touchee..lol...just kidding, your words are changing, seems like your having a better time of writing recently, and I am glad to see it....I always want you to know what you have done for me by welcoming me here and making me feel at home, your kindness and inspiration and your many kind words have helped me grow and become a better person....whew alot to put on someone isn't it?...lol thanks for being your old stinky self....
Breathing I am feeling more of a song in my heart, it is official I have a boyfriend and its kinda scary...feels weird at times, especially when your not used to having someone around ...but it does feel good...I so enjoy reading what you write, like goat says you paint such wonderful pictures...keep it up..
well fingers are cramping so going to post then take a breather.....welcome all newbies and I enjoy reading new talent and finding something interesting in each piece of work..keep it up..
Your Touch
I have fallen so fast
With a single touch from you
Caressing my body and my heart
I become so unglued
My body reminds me of your touch
Even if your not here
One thought of your gentle hands
And it’s like you’re always so near
Longing need hunger and lust
Desire building up for your touch
Come to me baby please me some more
Pleasure me like you do I want it so much
Hands caressing my sensitive skin
Shivers running down my spine
Body’s natural reaction to
What I always want to be mine
Those hands are magical
Softly touching my skin
Little kisses follow your hands
Reminding me you have just begun
The pleasure with you baby
Is the suspense of what’s to come
The anticipation of the wait
For what’s about to be done
There will never be another you
The one with his strong hands touching my heart
Stay forever loving me this way
Always in my life be a welcoming part….
Miz | |
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Posted: 4/24/2005 1:08:48 PM | Happy Birthday Rory!!
Beautiful poem Miz! And congrats! Yes I'll keep watch over your bale. I'm always watching from the shadows
Hate to rain on the beauty of it all, but I writes what I writes-------------
Madman
Visions seen,
Twist of fate,
Thoughts unclean,
Pure hate.
Dark master,
Insane by rights,
Spiraling down faster,
How dementia excites.
Fuel for the fire,
Tapestry of souls,
Torment my desire,
Their pain extols.
Nightmares are mine,
As life is breath,
A madman’s design,
The canvas of death.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 4/24/2005 1:47:28 PM | Happy birthday rory!
Hope everything is sunshine, rainbows and puppies today my dear. | |
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Posted: 4/24/2005 3:23:57 PM | Kobold don't ever change....wonderful poem hun...and thanks for watching out for me and my bale....
Hi Tera,hope all is well, been reading some of your works, hope they are just past experiences and that your doing ok...
well nighters all,my son is sick and I feel a sore throat coming on, yahoo to weather changes that cause your system havoc..lol
Miz | |
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Posted: 4/24/2005 3:48:46 PM | Hey Miz
Was lovely Thursday and Friday in the Valley but then.....
Hope your little guy is OK and you too
Pickles | |
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