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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/27/2005 1:55:43 AM | like the scat...its cool shyt...ive got the worst toothache right now so im not gonna type much...today.....give me time to catch up on reading,
toothache
griiping my jaw and lower face in a tight hand
the squeeking of the ceiling fan,
makes my pain expand,
purple pointy prickly pain
pulsed vein, in my forhead
rather be dead, cant sleep
like clockwork the throbbing
pulsating, head bobbing
feel like tie'n it to a rock
and lobbing
tossing turning
discerning
look on my face
say my grace
pray, i swear ill behave
no more sugary sweet treats, tough meats
pigs feets,
i dont eat those
eww thats gross
oinky boinky toes
hell no.
fo show
this sh!t hurts yo
and me with no dental insurance.
Ill make payments
sucking on breath mints
cuz toothache pain
really, stinks. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/27/2005 3:57:11 AM | Dig a little deeper for the fire that burns within
You have the keys to my soul so take it for a spin
Make sure you keep the fluids topped and not a lot of gas
Last time you wore me out and burned rubber off my ass
Let me check your dipstick while you oil my gears
Put the pedal to the metal before I get on in years
I’m a classy old chassis in need of some serious lube
My tires may be saggy and flat but I see your lovely tube
Pump me full of the good stuff baby and rotate me hard
Stall me by the side of the road but leave my CAA card
Make me a sign that says “vegas or bust” before you peel away
And hope some lonely trucker wants a fix’er upper today
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/27/2005 6:08:37 AM | lmao tera that is to good...It can be taken in many different ways...maybe My mind is just in the gutter lately
Well everyone,nothing new from me today, just thought I would pop in and read and say HELLOOOOO....
Hope you get your stink problem gone Pickles.....nothing like that smell to curl your noise hairs...gross....
Well its a rainy day here so maybe I will be able to create, but got a darn cold happening so thats got the brain on pain mode..lol
Take care for now talk to you all later
hugggsss....kissssessss...
Miz | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/27/2005 11:27:48 AM | greeting one and all...The winds are Howling on the water, time to be inside and read you all..... My brain is foggy from too much sun yesterday... See you all later....
A found leaf
Sleeping in the sand
Many years washed
Waters rise
Winter rushes in
Slipping out in spring
Seed takes root
A dying leaf
Falls to summer | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/27/2005 1:43:40 PM | HI everyone, just a quick note to say if I am not around in the next little while, I haven't left, have bronchitis, so taking it easy....yeah sucks big time...but we caught it early enough I hope that it can be fixed..
So take it easy and be good everyone I will try to stop in when I feel like it...
hugggsss
Miz | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/27/2005 4:48:14 PM | sunshine...smiles...laughter...
pain...frustration....bottomless pit...
never done...never finished...
reaching forward...having faith...
looking forward to what things are out there to be enjoyed...
working hard never accomplishing those things needing to be done right now...
what to look for...what to grab hold of...where to look... | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/27/2005 5:20:35 PM | Howdy all. Again, this is the week from hell. So, it's a post-and-run night tonight.
Miz...sorry to hear about your bronchial tubes. Get well and keep the wet coughs down a bit.
Okay...here it is:
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Relational Freedoms
Struck dumb in the grocery store, I realized
I can buy crunchy peanut butter again
And not worry about what someone would say
About how they don’t like it
No more low-fat cheese
No more one-percent milk
No more low-sodium crackers
I can get and keep whatever I want
Cinnamon-flavoured toothpaste
Raspberry jam
Any type of ice-cream I ever wanted
Sour cream that doesn’t taste like latex
I was struck dumb there, between aisles 5 and 6
Considering the possibilities
The combinations
The total effect on my soul, never mind the chequing account
I seized the Breyer’s Extra High Fat Chocolate
And walked, emancipated
To the checkout
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Guess what's for dessert?
Heh heh. I may even roll in it. Yum.
See you tomorrow, eh. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/27/2005 6:19:00 PM | Sausage rolls are a weekness for me
Not the ones with beef inside
The Pork filled ones
Lotsa Lard
Cos it's the fat that gives the Flavour
That exquisite taste
That I savour
Cottage cheese on the other hand
Should be banned
Tastes like milky turds
Nasty little curds
That stick to the roof of your mouth
And GROW
It is SO
Gross
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/27/2005 11:12:38 PM | Nice poem Dave!!
Janine  sounds like a dream! ;~)
Pickles, I'd like cottage cheese on my sausage roll please, mmmm love those cheesy little curds, wonderfully soft like albino turds,MmmMM!
THE WRITING ON THE WAll
A soul reunites within flesh,
Simlar in energy and life expression
As itself in a past dimension.
Born in a different land and time.
A new experience with hurdles to climb.
Drawing from records so deep within,
Unable to know from whence to when.
Accepting ignorance is bliss sublime,
It gives life freedom, unveiling the blind. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/27/2005 11:35:19 PM | Inside the 4th of july, freedom rears It's Bombs.
Fireworks, a celebration of an untruth
Like Bombs and Missiles I hear Through the walls.
Wars rage, the usa ignites, manipulates.
Freedom? Human segregation,
A touchy time for those who see beyond patriotism. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/27/2005 11:41:42 PM | Magic
I know it's precarious
I hold nothing tight.
Open my fist it's only slight.
What exists? T'was dark, now light.
I don't see my doubt, I don't feel I know.
Elusive love.
An intangible show. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/27/2005 11:51:10 PM | Straight shooting armies of tedium,
Leaping up beside me the spirit with flimsy receptacles..
I am drawn to slimymucouslike looking emotions that reveal an off color brass and write mood,
edging me closer to yvonne.
who will sing with me in a timeless resonance of beyonf dimensions, oneness. Prose. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/27/2005 11:58:35 PM | OOOOP's lots of typos
Corrected version
Straight shooting armies of tedium,
Leaping up beside me the spirit with flimsy receptacles..
I am drawn to slimy mucous like looking emotions that reveal an off color brass and wHite mood,
edging me closer to yvonne.
who will sing with me in a timeless resonance of beyond dimensions, oneness. Prose. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/28/2005 12:09:03 AM | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I love the look upon your face.
The way your body moves with grace.
So deep within, the passion you send.
still shuddering with delight.
I can't imagine a better way,
to spend my nights.
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/28/2005 12:20:46 AM | Ah! Newness, limbo,
I know you my love,.. in our way.
Our space is between two worlds.
Worlds that overlap, already splintered,
with loves from our pasts.
It is a narrow road, barely a path.
Overrid, the weeds touch our toes.
How far is the path? I don't know.
Tread it too much? Worlds collide.
Not enough? It's gone bye bye!
When does a tiny river meet the sea?
Only when steady currents are behind thee.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/28/2005 3:54:28 PM | money
green greadily gobbling dollars
shot callers, every day mallers
shoppers, pickpocketers,
on strike picket line breakers
are all takers,
they want me,
got to have me
hookers, pimps, playahs and hustlas,drug dealers,
crooked cops, jagged politicians, titheing sinners,
boxers throwing fights for mobsters,
bank robbers, stock brokers, paparatzzi poppin pictures
I make them all act funny, theyll do anything for money.
th30ry | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/28/2005 5:47:41 PM | you all keep me coming back to the barn, hungry for more....
spent the day with old friends, a bit of snow and the sun....Hoping life is good for all?
~*~ ~*~
A man skips rocks today
A child in red steps to play
A tiny hand comforted
In the strength of his ray | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/28/2005 8:15:18 PM | Howdy all...another post and run kind of day.
Here we go:
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It’s Kinda Like…
Snow, wet snow
Sits on the ground today
Like a damp badger
Like a wet sleeping bag
Like a real disappointment
I know they promised its coming
Like more bad news
Like the Inevitable Presidential Message
Like the telemarketer's call in the midst of dinner
The temperature dropped a lot
Like Nortel shares
Like David Caruso's career
Like well-buttered toast on the floor
I sure hope it won't stay long
Like a bag of Doritos in my cupboard
Like toilet paper on the roll
Like a new pair of sunglasses
The end of April in Saskabush is
Like flying a kite on the dark side of the moon
Like playing a kazoo with your ass
Like a series of natural disasters
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And here I go...sorry I can't stick around tonight...later, eh? | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/28/2005 8:52:57 PM | REVELATION
Schemers who on their deathbeds
whispered take me O God
away from this cursed sod
in Your creation I'll deal instead
Foundlings no more they rub hairless chins
forever and ever lambs float by
leaving no calling cards gone is the sty
gone are high clouds the ones they sit in
Recall thin wafers the wish-granted pious
had on dry tongues at home
now the endless day they roam
but where could He be where is the Highest
Back on Earth for the second time
to pick a horse with four sound legs
He shakes His locks while gawk the dregs
to have gambled back then on calculating slime
Untransformed rocks meanwhile gather
quarries are formed on the shifting floor
many now look for a hopeful door
apogees all to the vacant Father
(Get better, Miz ) | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/29/2005 4:52:39 AM | morning breaking...
colors ever so slowly rising above the horizon...
bright colors...gently bringing light to the darkness ....
revealing the cracks in the sidewalk...
egging on the birds in their singing.....
showing the movement of the cats around the houses ever so quietly stalking the trash cans put out for their weekly pickup....
dogs out for their morning walk.....
owners not really quite awake yet...that semi lucid heavy footed walk of the one pulled out of bed only because the thought of cleaning up after the dog was worse than getting up....
newspapers laying on porches..... traffic barely starting to congregate...
an apple...eaten amidst all the action....it core shared with a squirrel.... | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/29/2005 5:05:29 PM | Great images in this barn..... tis another day in the ole eatery.....
Brain fog
Windows
Fake marble tables
Coffee in a paper cup
Spinning pine stools
Cardboard bartenders
Listen to your cries
Passing drinks smelling of stale rags
Kicking horse the taste of the day
Wrap around scarf, woolen mittens
You are ready to face the night
Though you’ve yet begun the day
One more sip, you’ll emerge from the daze | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/29/2005 6:32:05 PM | Indeed, Breathing...you are no exception.
Another post and run...drive-by poetry...vroom vroom...
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A Fervent Babble From Another School
I wish I had a handful of fish
Or if they were placed on a dish
And arranged just so
To let the Feng Shui flow
But is a dish of fish
An appropriate, aesthetic wish?
There are better things to want
Some to make me fat or gaunt
But there’s something about fish eyes
Never blinking, open to the skies
It’s you they look through
As you attack them with a fork or spoon
Taking their patient lashes
As the fork the spoon gashes
Or as well as one can gash with a spoon
It’s a blunt tool, you bloody loon
Patience will get you a long way
When you eat fish with Feng Shui
But it’s well worth the cost
To drown it in HP Sauce
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I may be back later to kibutz a bit, but we'll see how the evening goes. Later, eh? | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/29/2005 8:28:22 PM | Nope. no kibbutz tonight. Sorry.
I'm taking my tired ass to bed. G'night you poets and lurkers and thinkers. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/29/2005 8:44:32 PM | To kiss a fish is just a wish
(doobeedoodoobeedoo)
And when I kiss a fish
(doobeedoodoobeedoo)
I just seal my lips
(doobeedoowahwah)
Cos a major fishy kiss
(doobeedoodoobeedoo)
Can play havoc with the lips
(doobeedoodoobeedoo)
Make 'em feel like they've been stripped
(doobeedoowahwah)
So when you kiss a fish
(doobeedoodoobeedoo)
Lather lips with major goo
(doobeedoodoobeedoo)
Do the kisses on the cheeks
(doobeedoodoobeedoo
Your lips will thank you
(doobeedoowahwah
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 4/29/2005 10:35:36 PM | Hi Everyone. Im a little vicodan'ed up so im gonna keep this brief (fixed the toothache problem today) I just got my first poem from my son, out of the mouths of babes they say....this is what he wrote me...
"if love was a line mine would go on forever."
blew me away...anyways, it inspired this poem...by the same name.
if love was a line, mine would go on forever,
forever and ever, stopping, not once, never,
bounding outwards at the speed of light,
Im free as a bird and you give me flight,
the wind beneath my wings, the voice inside me that sings,
no matter what life or death brings, know, you are my everything.
I do it all for you, so you can walk in shoes,
bigger and broader, that walk farther than mine do.
the storm on the horizon, Ill bear through it for you, my son
every battle that Ive won, you have just begun.
but Ill be there in your corner, dont worry, yer a quick learner.
Im always on your shoulder, your love makes me bolder
its not just because im older, that im wise.
I have you also, in my corner in disguise
as a little boy, but I Know, your almost a man.
If life was a sport,
I'd be YOUR biggest fan.
I love you Trey.
1luv
peace
th30ry
*gnite all, I might stick around for awhile, but im beat....ill holla more tomorrow,(like anyone cares :P ) im such a baby when im in pain....buh bye*
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