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Posted: 4/24/2005 4:12:20 PM | Happy Birthday to Rory!! I'll have a coffee in your honour, my good sir. You're proof that we all get better with age. I'll need a few more years before I hit my prime, ah reckon.
Miz...sorry to hear your boy is sick. I'd tell you use scotch and honey but he's, what, three years old? Yup..no scotch for you until you're at least five, mister.
Howdy Pickles! Hi Kobold! Howdy to CampfireDave!
Hello Dinner!
Gotta go...later, eh? | |
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Posted: 4/24/2005 4:14:03 PM | | PPS: Hi Miz! I'm all forgetful when I have a plateful of vittles in front of me. You're a dear, you is. | |
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Posted: 4/24/2005 5:24:55 PM | Hey Rory
Sorry I am late with this but hope you had a great day 
Just so y'all know.....June 25th
Tried me some of those "magic brownies" this w/e
God here I am at 53 and I didn't connect "brownies"?
Good stuff tho'
Think my daughter is beginning to wonder about Ma.....hehehe
May have to write
As goat says
Later Eh | |
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Posted: 4/24/2005 5:42:55 PM | hey happy birthday Rory , I'll have a brew in your honour..... how does life with the young at heart feel?...
take care all on this beautiful sunny day.....
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Posted: 4/24/2005 6:35:49 PM | Given the fact
That fat
And me
Have a history
Now fairly svelt
Doing well
Till I smelt
BROWNIES
Sampled a square
Didn't share
A bit
But then
THE HIT
STONED
They were special
Spiked
Unusual
At 53, I discovered
THC
Now I need the recipe
We'll Chill
Duncan Hines and me
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Posted: 4/24/2005 7:05:28 PM | | LOL Pickles, love your humor. You will need to change your profile now that your a druggie LOL. " momma all right, daddys all right, they just seem a little weird, surrender, surrender, but don,t give your self away, away" | |
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Posted: 4/24/2005 7:43:38 PM | Hey Dave
TY
Swear it's true...this w/e
My daughter's friends think I am a cool Mum
Couldn't wait to get back to my Assam Tea
hehehehehe
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Posted: 4/24/2005 11:49:55 PM | Ah, a glorious day for my birthday.... It always seems to be sunny on April 24th.....
Thanks pickles, Goat, CampfireDave, Kobold, Tera, breathing and Miz for the best wishes. One more year this side of the half-century mark, though it's just a number. Yeah, my gonads'll keep sagging, but hey ! I've already lost my hair, can't lose any more, haha .....
I'll post this from the Fun Thread III which I wrote last night:
DREAMS AND SCHEMES
Savoring all your body's curves,
heady rolling hills of ocher
I got lost in for hours
not wanting the directions back out,
I put a kiss, soft and long,
on your picture, static your emotion in it,
but rolling with its own weight
back to your dark secrets
you couldn't express to yourself
or to anyone else, and I see
your dreams and schemes, your
dumb hope in a blank future
collected outside the cold, square borders
of this offhand photograph
I can't put down without
changing your thoughts wherever it is
you now walk and talk,
eat supper, watch movies, make love,
so I remain with your neutral stare
and take on your confusion
till the sun breaks over a cloud
through my curtain slats across
my trembling right hand
and I place you under
the other jumbled memories,
dark and joyous, and quiet now
under the spreading morning light. | |
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Posted: 4/25/2005 6:15:12 AM | Hi all
Thanks for your kind words, I hate being sick, but now I can make a phone call and hopefully have someone take care of me for a change...lol
Hey pickles, your never to old to try something.....heard of those special brownies,gotta try me some one day soon...
Goat....the scotch isnt for my son, no way its for me me me me....lol..I will be drinking hot lemon tonight before bed, hopefully that will help..
sorry not to chatty this morning, that can be a good thing right?...lol...will be around later on today maybe my mind might be creative....lets hope..
Have a good day today everyone...hugggsss and kissses to all.
Miz | |
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Posted: 4/25/2005 10:03:01 AM | happy b-lated b-day rory, love your writes, whimsical and the timing is on point...
pickels, wow a brownie virgin this long huh? heh now yer hooked, its ok trust me i smoke everyday and im, uh....i forgot :P
goat, your rhymes open me up, u have inspired me on many occasions, to just cut loose and type it out, its great,,, thankx for making the barn...or livin here or whatever :)
**pulls up a bale to stand on**
Excuse me peeps ill make this brief,
sit down or stand on yer feet,
im bringing sumthin a little political,
some soothing ointment something topical
to get under your skin so let me begin...ahem
Standup Philosopher
step up to the podium, salty like sodium
Im a standup philosopher, im not delicate like gossamer
wowned up rough and rowdy, sometimes, i unwind
get sh!t off my chest, just in time
i have to confess
tell the truth, no less
check the black smoke, im not the pope
im blazin blunts full of sess
along life's road i progress
confessional catastrophes
have ya on yer knees
but, dont worship me
ok go ahead
but while yer on yer knees
ill take some head
words flow frothy, they dont bother me
if the bother you dont try to stop me
security forces will put you in places
If Iran Iraq theyd have smiling faces
not chilling abuse cases
car bombs elevate casualties
CNN is a making shit up like kraft makes cheese
but don't just take it from me
check it out yourself youll see
wont see it on mtv
everything you see
is picked by 5 corporations
runnin the nation
sweatin yall, got ya contimplatin
worshipin satan
dont be sheep with wool over yer eyes
polticians are wolves in diguise
big guys
taken advantage
o little guys
their not wise
they dispise
and contrive
to destroy tribes
except bribes
they decide
to take away our choices
our voices
tap the mic make sure its working for me
I say all these things with absolute cert-ainty
put a fist in the air if ya hurd me
riot gear wont stop us
ballot box's full of corpses
like flag covered sarcophagus'es
dawn of the dead
when you break your daily bread
heartfelt word are said
for my brothers in saddam'vill
gettin killed,
extinguished
their distiguished
take yer fist
pump in the air if you dare
act like you care, and your not scared
dont let them use your fear against u
no matter what you choose to do
put on yer fighting shoes
put up yer dukes
put down the daisys
tear gas fills the room
but it dont faze me
im crazy, im a word hustler
my names th30ry
im a stand up philospher.
one
peace
th30ry | |
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Posted: 4/25/2005 3:38:49 PM | Hi ya barn patrons..... Another hot summer day arrives ......Yes tis a great ole' space here....dropping in for a bit of shade from the day....Hope you are all doing fine..... Listening to the sounds of CBC , a brew on the deck and life is fine......
Silent sound
We wake dancing on clouds of daises
Swinging in the sun
Hands lick honey from trees
Lips hum the tunes of crocuses
Tiger lilies bloom in the belly of summer
Swaying in an afternoon breeze
Blue Jays paint pictures in the sky
Music sharp across the water
Your fingers feather notes
Gently you release sparrows
Trickling into dusk
Stars glittering in trees
Night takes flight
Floating towards the moon
Resting in the arms of Dawn
We sleep in the morning dew | |
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Posted: 4/25/2005 4:02:17 PM | rain gently falling from the sky
the ground wet
puddles overflowing...
fledglings..confused..flitting about trying to alight somewhere dry...
yet not quite understanding where that would be....
children full of energy...rambuctious...eager...voices never ceasing....
thoughts abound...trying to direct them...
sun trying to sneak through...but never quite making it | |
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Posted: 4/25/2005 6:34:53 PM | th30ry-- thanks for the belated birthday greet. Parts of your last poem reminded me of one I did 21 years ago just after Saddam Hussein invaded Iran. But first, FREE BEER EVERYONE! (sorry, just checked the fridge, it's all gone ). I thought this poem would be prophetic, but it took 19 years, and then only in a roundabout way:
PRE-HISTORY POEM
Hussein you compile honours
in lieu of sanity
unlike your namesake
in Jordan
posterity can't wait
your stiff smile
plastered on the sides
of quick-made cement buildings
doesn't quite convince
the terrified leftovers
who haunt the tense streets
like confused birds
during this pre-history poem
oil routes are checked
missiles readied
(as are coups)
better write your memoirs now
the hole you've dug
will be filled
with countless bodies
no matter which side wins
you'll be on the bottom of it | |
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Posted: 4/25/2005 8:13:28 PM | Hello all...not much time tonight, so here it is:
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Grub’s Up!
Shat, shat and double shat
I have swallowed spring’s first gnat
But imagine my surprise
When I swallowed a hundred of those flies
The bugs weren’t sweet but rather bitter
Even after a hundred bugs I was no quitter
Biking through cloud after cloud of bugs
Was better than eating pan fried slugs
Still, though…
My eyes slammed shut, my hands were gropin’
I cursed myself for biking with my mouth open
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Tomorrow, then. See yer all later, eh. | |
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Posted: 4/25/2005 8:35:53 PM | Rain
Falling softly on the windowpane
Telling me
Again and aagain
That what we believe in
What we trust in
Is not constant
That it will not remain
Will not be a rock
Rain, icy fingers touching skin
When will you begin
To live again?
To feel the summer rain
To feel whole again?
But summer rain
Calming
Makes you live again
Love again
No pain | |
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Posted: 4/26/2005 12:27:05 AM | Discard the burden of expectations from that chain around your heart
Why do you walk hand in hand with others when you choose to walk alone in fear?
Shake the visions of your life’s end away and see that it’s only begun to start
See that your path is only now coming into focus and your way becoming clear
Focus not on the journey you have conquered but on the trials still ahead
Draw on the strength of those who have gone before you and those yet to commence
Choose not to lay down your weary head but to stand tall and soldier on instead
Mourn not for the secrets revealed and lost but revel in the mystery of life’s suspense
Turn your face towards dawn and the new day that has been bestowed upon you
Throw off your shackles of burden and despair and join the world in which you belong
Take your place among those who have triumphed over doubt and found their path too
Follow your love of yourself along your journey and your decisions will never be wrong
You are the life and the hope of all who have yet to travel in your footprint or shadow
The strength and the beauty for all those who are blind to the colors of humanity’s sphere
Stand tall and proud with us in the circle of life and death, heaven above, hell below
Raise your voice in shouts of joyous abandon so that those who are deaf to us can hear | |
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Posted: 4/26/2005 3:53:52 AM | Just Lurking in the background
Hi to everyone
Tera How are you going to explain this one away????
Bit difficult to live up to "Evil Princess" status when you are turning out Gems like this
Or maybe you slipped it in to give everyone a false sense of security
Either way VERY GOOD | |
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Posted: 4/26/2005 4:01:59 AM | I have no clue where that one came from. I was listenign to a favorite cd and all of a sudden this load of hooey came to me and I just had to get it down in print.
Er, load of hooey, I meant um, words of inspiration.
Ah fuck it, momentary lapse of darkness. Don't get to used to it. | |
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Posted: 4/26/2005 5:13:47 AM | gnats...flies...batting them away...
standing still...how to get rid of them...
people standing...letting them land....on their face...on their hand..
their legs their toes...sitting on the end of their nose....
never evern bothering to brush them away...
flies...you and I both know what flies do when they land
regurgitate and them suck it back up...
yuck...yuck..and double yuck...
houses made of dung..fires with smoke...little smoke..always burning within...
maybe not enough smoke to keep away the flies...
children blinded...all because of flies...laying those little eggs....
flies on your face...on your mouth.... on your eyes.....
what to do...what to do....
they told me vaseline on your face to keep them from landing....
how do they not even notice the flies...
I suppose if I was born there...brought up a a samburu...speaking mau...
caring for goats and camels and scrawney cows I might not notice the flies either...
but I wasn't and I do... I was brought up around cows... and horses and pigs and chickens... but not in a dung house... but rather a house with a flyswatter...and screens on the windows
flies...flies...flies..... | |
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Posted: 4/26/2005 4:32:17 PM | Last night
Just as the light was fading
I saw a sight
Gave me a fright
Grabbed the dog
Got her inside
Didn't want her messing
Tomato Juice is expensive
Hollered
"Just bugger off"
"Get outta here"
"Fu*k off"
Not too bright.
The skunk stopped dead
Made a right
Now he's under the woodshed.
The aroma is awful
As it wafts on the breeze
What do I do next
Someone tell me ....please?
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Posted: 4/26/2005 5:46:46 PM | Muchos Gacias Dave
Problem..... it sprayed the boards
yak gah gag
Glad I'm moving
hahahahahaha
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Posted: 4/26/2005 7:12:49 PM | howdy ho ......Ahh what a day, The end of april and the sun is hotter than July, the mountains provide little shelter from the sun...Hope ya'lls are doing fine...I see words keep tumbling in the barn door. See ya'll tomorrow.....
still breathing
Sitting cross legged in the sun
Crystals of espresso
Bite her tongue
Low ripples on the lake
Shoulder points east
Eyes look inward
She sees herself awake
Alive in the sunrise | |
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Posted: 4/26/2005 7:21:04 PM | Stand
I truly wonder, about this world,
As an American flag, on a casket is unfurled,
War and conflict, simply amaze me,
And politics, they just plain craze me.
Peace, does it really exist,
When countries, their agendas twist?
Greed for power, seems to be the goal,
And for oil, the selling of souls.
Twin towers, a symbol of terror,
Long drawn out, unending terror,
The seeds of war, they have sown,
We won’t be beaten, let it be known.
The eagle, has taken flight,
Out of the ashes, of the night,
We’ll fight, with no mercy,
Killing all, who are our enemy.
When the smoke, finally clears,
After all, the blood and tears,
Laid to waste, barren their lands,
They’ll never defeat us, for united we stand.
And lets not forget, who struck first,
That into battle, we were coerced,
And men only fight; cause governments want them to,
Please don’t forget them, when all this is through.
~Kobold~
Originally written as a song. | |
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Posted: 4/26/2005 7:27:41 PM | Howdy...another day and a half and it doesn't look like it's slowing down.
Well, it's gonna. I'm posting this and I'm going for a nap. Someone take my messages, 'kay? Thanks.
Here's tonight's bit of barn planking from me:
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A Post-Biking Almost-Beatnik Ramble
Gunmetal grey, those skies
The wind blowing hard north
In all its icy grace
Snow just might be here in the night
Providing a little fear, a little fright
That spring will die tonight
Biking in this is not without its own art
Two-wheeled tacking against the gale
Growled and roared all the way
Heralded and mourned the barometric changes
All at once, between the cars
With people safe and warm within
Hoped for some warmth myself
Dreamt of soft breathing
And espresso kisses
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Yar. I need a little shut eye...later, eh. | |
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