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Posted: 4/30/2005 12:01:41 AM | You're too scared,
to try
to fly
to fall
to win
to lose,
To learn,
to love.
To live.
You can try and lose, but to never try is to be a looser.
I am excited to love again.
Goodbye | |
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Posted: 4/30/2005 12:04:26 AM | I have nothing for right now, just popping in to say hi to everyone and such.
Hello all new people, hello old barn dwellers. Excellent writes lately. No point ocmmenting on them all or i'd be here until I was 80.
Ciao for now bellas and bellos. | |
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Posted: 4/30/2005 1:18:03 AM | Goat, hope work slows down for ya with the weekend here. Perhaps another sermon on Sunday, but you won't fool me this time with "Stand up ! " without "The Lard says" in front of it, HA !"
th30ry, your son's line on love is amazing. Glad to hear your toothache is gone.
Miz, how's the love life. Go ahead, it's OK to gloat, haha....
Tera, I know I mentioned your phoenix poem before, but just had to add, "Gaze upon her horrific beauty in her still recognizeable face."-- that's remarkable stuff, especially the second half of the line. I took "still" two ways, as in "motionless", as well-- it was even more scary that way.
CampfireDave is on a roll. Must be all that wine by the tent under the stars aside the creek.
Hello to everyone else. (Has pickles come down from the brownies yet? hardyhar......)
FIRST BEE
The first bee of the year
peers into the green tapestry
accellerating, pausing,
accellerating.... a tiny
basketball player, its
striped uniform vague bars
of alarm dying and rising
between shade of green blades.
The restless athlete streams over
invisible sidelines,
the darting dot a seam
of desire, pockets of sense
teeming in the sweet breeze. | |
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Posted: 4/30/2005 6:35:51 AM | Good Morning everyone....
Well as always the barn has found some wonderful talent, and it is so nice to pop in and have a good read of many different likes of poetry....it is awesome to see...
Rory my friend,the love life is going good so far...3weeks..kinda scary that its that far along, seems longer though...lol..but all is good so far...no complaints except he is a typical man...ooops did I say that out loud?...lol all is good...
Hope your doing well, and things are good in your day to day life...
Th30ry.....well that inspired poem was wonderful, your lucky to have a wonderful son who can express himself with words from the heart, must be because of his influential parent....keep the wonderful words coming, good to have a read like that, it helps inspire you...
well to everyone else..pickles love your fish kiss song..lol you crack me up girl...keep it up...and hello to all the new postee's...
Off for a day of who knows what...gonna post this poem, its an older one but what the heck right?...lol..
good day all..
p.s sorry if this has been posted here before...
I don’t want you to only be
My friend no more
I don’t expect you to always
Open my doors
I don’t want you to only be
Loving me for a day
I don’t expect you to always
Send flowers my way
I don’t want you to only be
Sharing your dreams
I don’t expect you to always
Know what I mean
What I want and expect is
A friend, lover and partner
Your heart fully shared with me
I want you to do whatever you like
Say what ever you mean
I need your friendship
Your love everyday
Want to encourage you
To follow your dreams
With me beside you each step of the way
I only need you to be you
Always by my side
I only expect you to always
Share the love you have inside…..
Miz | |
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Posted: 4/30/2005 8:35:19 AM | Good morning all. Now, you're probably all sick of me saying this -- but...I gotta post n' run again. I have a little function to attend out of town this weekend and the internet connection is pretty spotty and none too reliable. I don't know how I survived on dial-up in the Yukon for so long...
Good to see you all here...old hands, old friends, new people and new words. A big ol' stinky welcome to ya'll from me. I'd love to stick around and read more, but my limited social life is getting some needed exercise today.
Before I pack my crap, here's a poem:
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A Bakery of the Alpines
There is a place in the Yukon
Well
There are many places in the Yukon
Many
Natural and stark and cold
Sweet with pine
But I dreamt of a little bakery
Deep in the heart of Whitehorse proper
Where
Basil bread is baked by careful hands
And
The cheese sticks make me weep
And
The coffee is always strong, hot and Swiss
To walk in there on a Sunday morning
Is nothing short of Bliss
I dreamt of a like mind with like appetites
Of her writer’s hand balancing a cup and a pen
That mind starting up, starting in
Diving into a cool pool of creativity
I watch
Stunned by the sight of a poem being born
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It is a great place. Just Google the Alpine Bakery in Whitehorse and if you're ever up there, head there first. Everything else can wait until you've had a cheese stick or two.
Sorry for the shamelss plug, Admin. Food always gets me inspired. Good food is like a religion for me.
Speaking of religion...or sorta religion...I'll be here on Sunday to read the next passage from the Book of Goat. It'll be an evening service, so take your time getting here.
Hugs and handshakes...see ya'll tomorrow. | |
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Posted: 4/30/2005 9:33:14 AM | | a bakery...on a street in nairobi.... just a hidden window way..where one could had over a few shillings and get something so delicious...that would melt in your mouth...so gentle...so light...yet so sweet...with flavours and smells that had never before been experienced...saving up shillings to make that trip by the bakery...to walk..during lunch.... not bothering with a meal just a brisk walk to the bakery.... to hand over the change and gently cradle in the hand that lucious....baked item..... taking a bite enjoying it so...noticing next to you a child begging...wanting shillings....knowing that if you give them the money...it won't be theres to keep...things have not changed since****ns time...so ....just gently break off a piece of the wonderful tasting....ambrosia.....share it with the child....watch the smile appear upon their face...ya know it is even better than eating it yourself...amazing | |
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Posted: 4/30/2005 3:16:27 PM | sukari
you painted such a vivid picture that I just slobbered all over the keyboard
It is amazing to see little faces light up like that and it just reinforces,for me anyway, just how lucky we are.
Thanks | |
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Posted: 4/30/2005 5:11:22 PM | It has been my pleasure
Without measure
To post on POF
Often
To meet the Goat and others who wrote
Words of wisdom
Words of pain
Words that made me laugh 'till I ached
Poems that made mr regurgitate
Snarff coffee thru' my nose
Wet my pants
Heaven knows
BUT
There are words that are gentle
Could be called sentimental
Miz you are one whose prose
Makes me feel ,
Makes me whole
Makes me want to live again
Will you be my friend?
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Posted: 4/30/2005 10:37:46 PM | Everyones words here continue to inspire me!
and goat, that bakery sounds dee vine...
Pickles- as always, you are on the mark :)
Dust day here.....though there was sun on this quiet saturday...
Death in the flames
Afraid of the ashes
A young child undressed
Bathing suit of coral
Circling the edge
Recalling the past
Tripping on socks
Crushed milk cartons
White on the ground
The noises pounding on the skin
Screams in the wind
A crown for a queen
Little girls’ boa of pink
The scent of the fire
Pickled eggs
And a bottle of rye
Blue Sharpie writes the words
I’m leaving today
Wonder bread caked on her feet
Lips empty of sound
Cotton woods stripped of bark
She dies alone in the dark
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Posted: 5/1/2005 12:10:02 AM | Very haunting, breathing.^^^ Thanks for that.
Well, yesterday I posted my spring bee poem. Might as well follow it up with the autumn bee. (A longshot, but the same buzzer?)
OCTOBER BEE
This drunken October bee,
no match for the breeze,
wobbles past my foot
looking for a place to die
and I'm quite sure
is not worrying about its legacy
nor pining for the good old days
when pollen covered the fields.
This wayward summer ambassador
buzzing and darting tirelessly,
now woozy, confused and ornery,
traces with humor and irony
how a marauder that's given me six
bites over the years can produce
something so sweet. | |
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Posted: 5/1/2005 12:40:55 AM | Im real tired and a little vicodaned up still, so Im not trying to read I will catch up tomorrow promise.. this has been the MOST inspiring venue, i have ever had the pleasure to express myself in, seriously. all of you have changed any given days frown, upside down with your heartfelt expressions, comfortably cynical sometimes, but that breeds deeper expression it's all in the eye of the reader....right? :) told yah im vicedoned up :P im rambling.lalalala...hehe n e ways.. I also battlerap on some other websites, (i wont mention them here out of respect) but I have to post this....I barged in on athread that was getting real violent, which was a barge in on the thread to begin with....hmmm....that makes sense right? you get what i mean im sure.... ;] anyways here it goes....I appreciate your guys honest feedback, i know my style is not all of your cup of teas, but you tolerate me....big ups. (thanx) :P
Im neo in this I mad rap world,
protecting boys and girls,
I see this dood in the program with heat
hes a virus inflecting fear, his programmed tears i seek,
for real, me and this rougue human have beef.
he's bout to smoke the cop, and then rape my next contact his h0e
codenamed, sonique, the ch1ck is sleek so sheek, fo sho,
we'll fight cheek to cheek, blastin this cat leave him unplugged till next week.
what homie dont know, the b1tch is the best hacker we know.
Im grabbin sonique and taken her to go,...ya know
I let him smoke the cop Cuz i dont give f*ck,
Id kill the program too if he pushes his luck
now hes off to f*ck, Im following him leaping from the tops of trucks,
hes been turned and bout to test his buck,
pops shots but i slow them slugs down like i put salt on them.
find his left and right ventricles and put a stop to them.
end his life on this field of battle like jerry rice, with them
he was football fuzzy dice and I was on the block with them
oh my god did i just rock the socks off them.
Its a shock to them, how I murder Men
I dont cary a gun, (sike) I mentally manufacture them
But I dont run, round town poppin shots with them.
thats why when I battle I always seem to win
thats the first sin, I dont defend cuz you cant win
Im budha Ill OMMM thru my win,
Ill leave you alone, disapear with your **** through the phone.
Sonique goes first, but just as i say "operator"
I see the dead thug recollecting as vapor
hes a new type of program one I havent seen
I hope he lurned his lesson as I lightspeed from his scene
The thug reapears right were he left, clutching tightly to his left breast.
He wonders what happened but remembers his actions before he left.
and what obviously was GODs reaction....he alomost took his last breath....
g' night ill be on all after noon tomorrow....
peace
th30ry
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Posted: 5/1/2005 3:55:52 PM | hi ya's ...hope may day is treating you all well? It is great to have this barn to settle in....
pull up a pail and read.....lovin it all.
Bottles of Malt and Rye
Sit lonely on the shelf
Barley brittle and dry
Hops trickle in her throat
Bitter the sting of her cry
She swallows deep
Lets begin my friend
Forty years of strife
Bottled in this life
Only wanting the taste
Of wine and song
But only beer she sips on
Second one down
She is losing ground
Aching to be found
Third touches her lips
This, the last trip
She will not slip | |
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Posted: 5/1/2005 7:11:09 PM | Howdy ya'll...just got in. Ready for the evening sermon? Yes you are:
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Psalm 351 – The Book Of Goat
The Lard sayeth after some Careful Observation:
Grow ye not a Mullet
For it looks Berloody Awful
And if ye hast a Mullet
Grow some Common Sense
And get it cut
Business in the front and
Part-on in the back
Died out just after
Big Trouble in Little China was a month old
Of course, Thy Lard didst have a Mullet
But that was in 1986
When it was kinda cool
Or at least tolerable to have one
But it left my head when
A Receding Hairline left no business in the front
Lose thy Mullets
Join the twenty-first century
And don’t grow a neckbeard either
Those are just as tacky
Amen
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Thy Lard is off and running. Busy little week, it has been. This one is just a day old so far...
See you tomorrow, fellow barn-dwellers. Tune in this same Barn-time and same Barn-channel. | |
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Posted: 5/1/2005 9:47:39 PM | And to the Lard
Har de har
Or
If one would want to be correct
Hair de hair
A mullet by any other name
while wanting to be normalised
Not sound insane
Wanting to be identified
As a fashion statement
Personified
Something that occurs North of Seven
(aside: known to Ontarians)
Definately not seen in heaven | |
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Posted: 5/2/2005 4:13:54 AM | Good Morning everyone...
Yawnnnn....sigh I am tired..lol
Pickles thank you for your words, I am glad my words touch you the way that they do, and yes I will be your friend, pull your bay on over and we can chat a bit...hugggs to you
Well pulling a Goat today, just a drop and run,got an appointment this morning so I should be back later on today for a good read..
Take care all....
The Uniting
Gentle winds blowing soft kisses on the face
Hearts racing for attention feeling loves grace
Hands exploring gentle curves soft skin
Longing to savor the treasure within
Adoring eyes speak many words
Soft moans and sighs only sound heard
Bodies arching hot with need
Slow down baby better take heed
The night is ours no timeline
Mood is set everything is fine
Holding on arms encircling tight
Bodies melding together fitting just right
Gentle soft curves fitting against hard ones
Heat upon heat lust about to become undone
Savoring sweet treasures x marks the spot
Body upon body skin burning hot
The fever of the night burns into our souls
Two bodies unite becoming one whole….
Miz | |
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Posted: 5/2/2005 10:26:32 AM | Hello all! some beautiful poems above me,some grim ones and some just plain funny.
Apollo
The tender light has kissed my cheek
and dried away my tears.
I've been feeling small and weak,
broken for my fears.
Now the night is long since past
and with the day renewal.
For the dark is shadow cast
and the morn a jewel. | |
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Posted: 5/2/2005 8:19:38 PM | Howdy all. I too will be "pulling a goat" -- which is a great title for a poem if anyone wants it. It could be dirty or it could be a metaphor for -uhm- something...y'know, not too dirty or too deep.
Yeah...
Ah, Miz..you inspired me without even trying.
Good to see ya'll here and I have read the freshest of the entries here and loved them all. You guys are great. Alla ya.
A special hello to Spirited Wolf, who I missed on the weekend. Good to see you here, muh dear. She's one of the greats here and she's been a constant inspiration for me this almost-year that I've been on this site. Bless yer, Wolf.
Okay...a poem...hum de dum...errr....
Ah..yeah:
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A Land of Two Seasons: Winter and Construction
Construction at the junction
Messing up the function
Of the commonly busy roadway
Despite all the messed up streeting
People were speeding, not caring what's impeding
Their all-important right of way
To see it all pass, fuelled by gas
Sitting on my road-weary ass
To descibe it would take more than I could say
But I had to cross
At whatever the cost, I didn't give a toss
I don't get paid to sit there all day
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I'm sure glad I didn't drive today, but it was tough getting across Circle Drive on a bike this morning with all the detours and the traffic lights being out. I swear people don't know what a four-way stop is in this city. And signal lights seem to be optional.
I was a bit pissy today, as you can see. But I'm better now.
Okay...g'night you barn dwellers. You put the thiamin back in my Apple Jacks...yer all good peoples. Later, eh? | |
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Posted: 5/2/2005 9:02:23 PM | When dining in New Orleans
The plat du jour was
Pulled Chicken
Served wih Cajun Rice
Tasty, quite nice
When dining in New York
The recommended meal was
Pastrami on Rye,
Dill pickle
Fries
When dining in LA
What more can I say
Juiced veggies de rigeuer
Organic tofu
In a burger
When dining in Madras
You don't even have to ask
Pulled Goat the delicacy
Curried, served with rice
SO yummy!
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Posted: 5/2/2005 11:33:28 PM | Pickles tis great... :) ...... Hi folk...another day in the barn, always variety here...
Hello Mrs. Chaucer
Do you need help today?
Articles on a conveyer belt
A cup, a saucer
Strawberries
Melons of yellow
Mushrooms of varying browns
I spied mango spiced yams
A notebook of nouns
My mixture of thoughts
Next to go round
These the articles I bought
A notebook a pen
A similar pile of shrooms
Blueberries dripping juice
Key lime sherbet for dessert
A tub of chocolate mousse
Food for thought
A taste of art
Nourishment in the rain
Moments engrained | |
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Posted: 5/3/2005 6:46:17 PM | Ah...you guys. Good to see you two here.
Pickels...you make me laugh and I had a feeling you'd be the one to pick up the Pulled Goat when it dropped from the Idea Bucket. I do have a question, though --- what exactly is pulled when pulled chicken is served for dinner? I saw that on a menu at Tony Roma's the other day...pulled chicken. I won't lie...it creeped me out and I went with a burger instead.
Breathing...well...you...uhm...I honestly cannot find the words to express how much I like your poetry. I don't have the words...just a rumble tumble of feelings. Good feelings...sometimes envious feelings...wish I could write like that. Thanks for bringing yourself and your art to the Olde Barne.
Well...here's my latest. I think the facts are okay...I was listening to the news and eating at the same time. I tend to get a little distracted when I do that.
Here you go:
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Go Ahead…Mount Saskatchewan
Mount Saskatchewan isn’t a line suggesting an act
There’s an honest-to-God mountain
By that name
Not-so oddly enough it’s in the Yukon
Among nine other mountains
All named
After the provinces and
Only Mt. Saskatchewan
Hasn’t been climbed
I found that odd, but then I thought:
Hmmm….
How much practice do Saskatchewan mountaineers get?
I mean
Where can they climb here in Saskatchewan?
It’s not like they can ascend the speed bumps
In the Co-op parking lot
Or climb a grain elevator
(Mostly because they’re awfully hard to find these days)
The mountain was named in 1924, I think
And stood, pretty much untouched by picks and crampons
Until this year
I do wish them luck on their climb
Up to the summit of that 11,000-foot high peak
Rumour has it
You can watch Saskatchewan mountain climbers
Ascend for
Three days
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Feel free to correct my half-arsed facts. I must take care of de bidness and then take care of odder de bidness and then I sleep.
See you guys tomorrow. High fives all around...congratulatory butt slaps to follow.
G'night. | |
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Posted: 5/3/2005 8:11:47 PM | Evening all...... Stunned again by what is on the menu....
Well Goat -to you I stand in respect and admiration...envy is a funny thing --have you checked the dictioanry definition --
;-)
...I wish for your ability with words- How you can play with them and make the most amazing textures come alive. I truly wish I had that skill. Your art graces these walls. I thank you for your words of heart.
Ta for now ...
Pig and Tressel pub
Heartbreak bellows
An ole jukebox
A dead song
A rotting stool
Cheap tables of pine
She needs her space
A dusty place to dine
A simple laugh
A glass of wine
A friend of time | |
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Posted: 5/3/2005 8:15:16 PM | Hey Barnyard Buds
Off to Europe manana for the next two weeks.
Will suffer withdrawal without a doubt
But hopefully internet cafes will help
Have fun
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Posted: 5/3/2005 9:07:01 PM | hey, pickles ! I'm envious. Great stuff. Hope ya have a blast.
She visited France
but couldn't find
a man in tight pants;
and said, "never mind,
I'll head off to Brussels,
yeah, that's the place
for men with muscles
I can wear my lace,
Or would it be best
to keep going to Rome,
men with hairy chests--
I could call it home.
No, I'll stay in Ontario,
that's the place for me,
it's not quite so scary, oh !
to Sudbury I'll flee".
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Posted: 5/3/2005 9:15:49 PM | Howdy yall. Sorry haven't been in the writing mood lately. I see quality poems still being kicked out-good stuff everyone!
Hey pickles, swing by and pick me up, will ya-lol
Anyway, popping by to say hi-haven't died or anything-yet-lol
Cya soon! | |
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