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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/19/2005 12:19:40 AM | Thanks, breathing, and I love that kind of static image poem.^^^^ Something along the same lines:
CECIL HOTEL
Sun striking and lying rapturously
on the cream walls of the dilapidated hotel,
the stucco creating tiny shadowy smiles
like crossing birds whose wings on the uptake
suspend ascension into timelessness,
light from the roof's pools is a crown
and the water a deluged baptism from a pregnant
sky, since then a peaceful, pale blue.
The afternoon deepens, sun dropping
below the building now a uniform grey,
the stucco a thousand defiant thumb tips,
the black rusted fire escape earlier
a jaunty change of directions, now the stark
charred ribs and spine of a dinosaur,
the roof's water the stagnant, forgotten tears
of a child in a photograph forever puzzled.
Tonight the hotel lights
will pop on like flowering
sun blisters, the walls
losing all expression,
the roof a blackened scab,
the entire edifice
a monstrous plinth
for missing Atlas. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/19/2005 3:12:33 PM | hey ho all, tis anther rainy rainy day....It reminds me of days in Vancouver. Good writes rory - The night life on granville...
Hey sweet Goat - I Hope the rain has slowed to a trickle ?.....Love your words....
Silhouette of a Dream
A quiet ember of light
Covers her bark
Sparrows perched on her brow
Birds ready for flight
Butterfly wings spatters of blue
Her leaves fluttering in shadows
A bald eagle swoons above
Telling tales of ancient ones
Mustard seed and crayons of moss
Encrypt stories in stone
Many tears has the sun
Many laughs has her trunk
Upon roots they rest
Sharing particles of trust
Centuries witnessed in the night
Memories nestled on the crest | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/19/2005 7:35:33 PM | Howdy all. Another post and run wonder...actually this one is a haiku. Thunder is rolling in, lightning to follow.
Here we go:
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Thunderclouds in the
Distance, rolling with pure bass
Rain is soon to come
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And the rain is here right now....
I'll see you guys tomorrow, eh. G'night. | |
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| ah...there is life...albeit short.
Posted: 5/19/2005 8:58:52 PM | The exhausted Robitussin heaves
her dying carcass up the alley.
Her belly swollen, she canna give up yet..
She must SPAWN!
Weary, glazed syrup eyes roll
as she purges one hundred 222's
The little egg-pills are exuberant as
they roll jovially into the pocket
of a passing Dumpster Diver.
Like spores, they travel forth
to, oh, say, .....Vancouver!!
Hoping, praying to one day
Grow up to be a big bottle of Robitussin
Oh, woe! Their dreams are dashed
as they are greedily swallowed
by said Dumpster Diver
to play doctor to his toxic state.
Ok. Well, that was a hoot. Your awesome, Monsieur Goat!
And Breathing...your tennis analogy was brilliant!! kudos! | |
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| ah...there is life...albeit short.
Posted: 5/20/2005 6:58:16 AM | Good Morning everyone..
What a lovely day we are having, so nice to see the sun shining, makes you smile inside....
Well I wrote this today, just now in fact, and I don't know about it,seems to be a jumble of things,not sure if its a keeper yet, might need some tweaking...lol...
Have a fantabulous day everyone....
The howling wind onslaught of rain
Signs of never ending pain
Hunger thirst dies tonight
No more strength to fight
Night falls fast danger awakens
Hearts are torn souls taken
Evil eyes pain so strong
Broken lives gone wrong
Taking lives start anew
Forgotten past nothing to do
Moving on take them now
Start again show me how
Move on over let me in
Join the nightly sins
Have some fun bleed some more
Knife wounds strong close another door
Lose yourself give it away
Forget the rules the right way
No one cares pushing you aside
Hold on now enjoy the ride
Flying soaring high in the sky
Feeling forever able to fly
Falling fast no one around
Crashing burning to the ground
Pain is gone life over now
No one to save you show you how
Forgotten soul on your own
To reap the havoc you have sown...
Miz
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/20/2005 11:19:02 AM | the title of this thread would make for an interesting
bookstore/ bar/ saloon :)
maybe the wave of the future when people get tired of starbucks  | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/20/2005 6:20:57 PM | Donned the garb, looked quite the part
loaded up the little cart
There's nothing nicer on a lovely spring day
Than a game of golf...I love to play
Tee up at the first Tee
Adjust my stance wiggling my feet
Swing Big Bertha with all my might
That little white ball will take flight
Damn, topped it, didn't go far
Perhaps only a hundred yards
Never mind, take out my Five
Hit, and watch it turn and slice
Well this awful pattern was repeated
At each hole I was defeated
As my score hit triple digits
My frustration reached new limits
I hate this game it's so ridiculous
Silly, stupid, quite ludicrous
A game that can really suck
The game of "WHACK......F*CK"
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| not a curse, or a blessing,..just a thang.
Posted: 5/20/2005 6:29:13 PM | Life in the woods.
My hermit-ry feels good
Fire in said Place frolics and licks at my soul.
Ah-ha! The clock strikes three
It's bedtime for me
Off to my recliner I crawl.
( if I listen)
Kitty sleeps on my head
My head is his bed,
He bats at the rats in my brain.
I fall asleep and dream
My premonition dreams
that are keeping me insane.
( O-why don't I listen?)
A knock at the door.
Who could it be?
Oh! It's Beckoning.. with nimiety!
Yes, it's Beckoning
and Evil Abandon,
I sleep walk, I join them.
Together we stroll through
the Village of Dreams.
I dread these arduous walks
Why? Because I see things!
( oh why don't I listen)
Yes, I see things before they happen.
I see into a fuzzy ball
It's too blurry to be crystal
But oh yes-it frightens me.
I awake.
the morning sneaks through the trees
Kitty is hungry and I need my tea.
Why do I shake? What is bothering me?
My dreams?My dreams?
Oh guffaw! guffaw!!
How silly is me!
( I won't listen!)
Rat-a-tat.
a knock on the door
Who could it be?
Ah, just a cop with some news. .
Yes, my brother just left me.
He's dead.He's gone.
He drove into a tree.
But I already knew that.
How can this be?
Those deplorable dreams.
Oh! How they haunt me!
( I should listen) | |
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| not a curse, or a blessing,..just a thang.
Posted: 5/20/2005 8:25:55 PM | Hello there, peoples. Another busy day has drawn to a close and I have to post and run again....this is becoming a habit.
Good to see Pickles and Molly back here once more. Missed you two...you always crack me up...heh heh..."WHACK...****!!" And then Molly gets me to thinking n' stuff. I should have read a bit in the barn and came up with a better offering than what I have.
But...hold your noses...I'm going to drop it in the corner and run like hell:
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Fecal Breeze -- the Soundtrack
I nurtured a fart the whole day long
When it broke forth, it was a song
There was no forcing the issue
Though I could have used some bathroom tissue
The sound was long and the sound was sweet
Even the reverent birds did not tweet
I casually wondered if they died in the blast
Or were killed by the resulting gas
But nothing fell from the branches of the trees
No birds died in that cloud of rotten cheese
The people around me fought for their air
I laughed and smiled and did not care
For a fart is an excellent release
Our own methane, we do not own or lease
Once it is released into the great, big wild
It becomes the property of every man, woman and child
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Never invite me to a barbeque. The smell is indescribable.
Oh, hi Miz!! I missed you there the first time. You do have a way with the words, m'dear. Always love your style and grace here in the barn, even after I stink it up.
Reddress...I like the title too, though I was thinking of a petting zoo and eatery kinda place when I came up with it. Pet the animals, feed them and then eat them in the fine dining area. It's a life cycle study as well as an eating experience you wouldn't want to duplicate.
And you know...I've never set foot in a Starbuck's. Not ever. Tim Horton's...God yeah...Starbuck's...not.
Then again, I never attached booster cables to my nipples either. Hm...
Anyhow...I'd better be wandering away. Don't worry, your hair will all grow back.
Later, eh...g'night. | |
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| Queen Vics
Posted: 5/21/2005 6:35:07 AM | Happy Victoria Day to all those north of the 49th and to those south cos YOU don't have a long weekend
Canadians have Monarchs
Who live across the sea
Kings and Queens who've ruled us
For an eternity
Generally benign
Not one a true despot
Not many brains
And a weird looking lot
Why we celebrate Victoria's birthday
I really can't explain
But I love a long weekend
So I won't complain
Have a good one EH, and Goat do not fart near the fireworks     | |
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| Queen Vics
Posted: 5/21/2005 11:33:31 AM | hey all .....The sun is out!!!! The grey has passed and now the heat settles in ....
lovin all the write here- will give them a proper read this weekend...
thanks Molly for the kudos- an' you have great wit!!.... volley on the court....
Miz...you have the heart and thanks ;-).....
Howdy pickles, you dun it well......us crazy Canadians eh?
Sukari- I love your descriptive writes...I can feel the charcoal/graphite/ in hand- brings about the desire to pick up the pencil again.....
ahhh dearest Goat..... Fecal breeze...you never fail to amaze this gal....what can I say,,,,,,, you are a blessing.....
I'll leave this tidbit and wander about the day...see yas later
The sky ominous in it’s grey
Clouds cried tears of love
As stars sprinkled in the night
Seagulls soared in their flight
Tiny swirls of joy released
Feathers blanketing the ground
Swallows sang in the sand
Delicate ripples on the edge of the day
The chill of the water soon to warm
Melting with the suns ray
Cobalt blue becomes emerald green
Giving way to the purple sun of June | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/21/2005 1:52:44 PM | Howdy all. Just a litle post and dash. I'll be back in a bit:
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Give Me Half a Chocolate Danish and I’ll be Bach in an Hour
Rain falls, a soft gentle shower
As it has since this morning
Off and on
I fold the laundry in several easy motions
Hot from the dryer
Dangerously close to Tai Chi
As a car skid-splashes through a puddle
Distantly, Lake Erie forms on 33rd Street
It was born in the many front lawns, pregnant with rain water
Ending with the pavement, always gracious to receive it all
I fold the laundry still -- quick and quiet with J S Bach
Flooding the room
The plants like him just fine, nodding in time
Dumb and appreciative
Just like me
Time becomes like the fluid it is
No longer broken by angular, defined terms
Like
Second
Minute
Hour
There are no hard calendar bars here today
Time flows like the puddle on 33rd Street
Only I am the fast object making the wake through it
Quick and quiet; Tai Chi movements with socks
Rolled into throwable balls
I hold the Semi-Folded Clean Gonch Facing East position
For a moment longer than wanted
And spike my shorts on the couch
More victorious than need be
The rain falls; the same gentle shower
Bach plays on, the cello reaching its own orgasmic conclusion
The laundry is folded as best I want it to be
A poem came from it, hot from the dryer
Smelling of rain
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If you're near a Tim Horton's, go and get yourself a chocolate danish or two. They're friggen good.
Okay, ya'll...see you in an hour or two. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/21/2005 3:08:15 PM | OK
Goat
I have been in an anal frame of mind since I read your poem.
What does one do
When doggie poo
Sticks to your shoe
Like glue?
Do you
Wipe your shoe
On the grass
While cursing the canine ass
That this came through?
Just thought I'd ask.
Even worse when you are barefoot in the park!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/21/2005 3:34:07 PM | Well, Pickles
I'm sorry you're in an anal frame of mind
Was it a close encounter of the fecal kind
That had set your mind at ill ease?
It is true when you are wandering barefoot in the park
Especially when it is well after dark
And your foot finds something you didn't want
Your temper will crack and anger will surely rise
When, from between your toes, you prise
Something soft and it ain't French cheese
Demonstrate surety and absolute grit
When you wipe off all that cold canine shit
And continue on your barefoot jaunt | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/21/2005 6:14:02 PM | Okay, I'm done wandering through the forums. It's been a while.
Meet and greets to you barn-dwellers....
Molly...don't worry about a rejoinder. That kind of fart is hard to top. You're too talented to resort to fart jokes. Me, however, fart jokes are a lifestyle.
Pickles...good to see you active here again. Nothing like a good jab at the royalty on this Victoria Day long weekend. God knows I love poking fun at the royals and all the inbred members of their quirky family, living and dead. It is hard to tell which ones are which...
Breathing...ah, m'dear, it is always a pleasure to see you here. If I can impress you with fart poems, then I just have to keep you for a while...non? Oui! You are a blessing yourself and your words have such imagry and resonance. Keep doing what you're doing...it's magic.
Okay...time to get stuff done again. My ass fell asleep from being in this chair too long. And the sun is finally out today....YAY!! Now I can stride naked out on the deck.
I'll be back tomorrow. G'night, eh. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/21/2005 6:29:00 PM | WINDY AIR FROM THE MOUNT
Sunday duds on, they're my best,
Ready from the Lawd to be blessed
By windy warnings from mouth and ass:
That's our Lawd Goat, oozing with class
From pulpit stained by last night's outing
Of ribs n' beer while shouting
Of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and Bernie- ah !
While dancing into a hernia.
The choir begins, the organ intones
Muffling the Lawd's abdominal moans. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/21/2005 8:50:06 PM | I wrote this when I was a teanager and I think it still describes me and what I want.
The planting of a tree.
Starting of a shower
baking of a cake
giving of a flower.
Giving of a smile
to brighten up my day
just showing that you love me
in one of many ways.
Karat | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/22/2005 5:05:45 AM | Good Morning Dwellers of the Barn......
I thought I would just stop on in and read a bit and as always the talent is amazing..
Well its sunday so soon we shall be taken to church, this is the only church I shall visit now..lol looking forward to the book of goat today...
I am not sure if I have posted this here, I try to keep up with what I have posted so if I already did forgive me....I don't think so it's fairly new...lol
Have a great day,will be back later on when I wake up and enjoy some of this day...
bye bye
The Mating Dance
The bar was smoky the music loud
The mating dance was starting amongst the crowd
Little stroll around the bar smile as you go by
Few more passes throughout the night catching the eye
Little smile glancing your way
Walking on by making the hips sway
Hoping you follow and say a little hi
Couldn’t help but notice when you walked on by
Take me in your arms hold on tight
Dance with me throughout the night
No words needed to be said
Body language is easily read
Need is there I know you feel it to
Come on baby we know what to do
Leaving the crowd finding a secluded spot
Hands begin to caress bodies getting hot
Teasing each other till the need is too great
Leaving the bar before it’s too late
Taxi is waiting lets go for a ride
Up to my room where I reside
Hands upon skin bodies hot
Come on baby show me what you got
For tonight let’s forget the many rules
Have your way with me find my jewel
Please me again make me scream your name
Continue to play this mating game
Baby it was so much fun tonight
Making up after this evenings fight
You’re the only man for me
I hope that you will always see
That no other man can touch me this way
Or fill my heart like you do each day……
Miz...
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/22/2005 7:54:35 AM | Good morning. It's Sunday and ya'll know what's coming up...right? Yuh-huh.
But first, we have a new barn-dweller here....karatplusthree. Welcome to you and thanks for the poem. It's a very concise and a very..erhm..it feels very thankful. A lot of gratitude in such a few lines. It takes me a few hundred stanzas to get where you got in only two. Excellent!
Rory...already in your pew last night, all itching and twitching for church? Crazy kid. It's coming, but I don't think it'll hold the funny like your poem does. Made me roar...thanks, pardner. Sermon's coming up reaaaallll quick-like.
Miz...again...stunning, sensual...a perfumed, many-handed whirlwind of words. You do it all so well, Miz. Always good to see you here in this old barn.
Okay....a sermon....lesseee....
Give me a bit and I will be right back.... | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/22/2005 8:02:22 AM | Hello again. Today's sermon is a little on the short side because the day sure looks nice out there and I want to be out in it. I was in Tim's the other day and this one came to my mind:
Naw...you can remain seated for this one:
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Psalm 5 – The Book of Goat
Thou shalt not stand in Tim Horton’s
And choose thy donuts as if
The fate of the free world were weighing upon
Thy decisions
Thy Lard commandeth thou to Hang Back
Make thy choices
And then get thy ass up there
Thou shalt not block thy Lard’s path
To the donuts
His revenge is Swift and Nasty
When He hast not had His Boston Cream fix
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Okay...let's get out there into that sunshine. Bike, walk, go fish, drink a bottle of tequila and lie on the riverbank. Go hard and celebrate the Lard.
GIDDYAP! | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/22/2005 5:17:31 PM | Hey all you fellow pew sitters...... I always like to wake to a sermon from the book of Goat.....the only way to begin a Sunday.....
a special Timmy's greeting to you, Goat.....Ahh,, yes please do keep me around for a whiles--I am happy to oblige....You impress me with your words, Farts and heart....
G'Day all, I bow as I leave this church.....
The sunday winds blew.....and this is what landed on the beach
I watch a surprise sleep in your eyes
Gifts you hold dear began to wake
Under gentle hands you unfold to the skies
Boats lined the shore this Victoria day
Kayaks gave way to Catamarans
Sails coasted on the west arm today
Her boom rattled in the breeze
A changing world she felt
Her white coat flapped on the seas
We began to laugh
You played about the bay
You, could handle your craft
Winds began to slow
You dropped the anchor in the night
Stars caressed the sky with their glow
You reached for my hand
We sailed the west arm today
With gentle trust we let the boat land | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/22/2005 6:10:10 PM | Breathing....I need sailing lessons....I arrive next week ...OK????????
What a lovely poem.....
Ok Here I go
On the Good Ship
Slimey Spit
We waited for IT
To fill our sails
Alas and Alack
We did not know
That there were no sails
Just an outboard mo
tor
Puddle dee and Puddle duck
We were sorely outta luck
Nobody gave a f*uck
We were sh*t outta luck
I am sailing
I am sailing
Far away
'Cross the sea
I am hoping you will be
Here
Next to me
Fiddledeedeee
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