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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/22/2005 6:44:07 PM | Pickles wrote of a fiddle-dee-dee
While on an aborted sailing spree
But the wind didn't blow, the poem died
Though not for want of effort, she tried
To elicit Poseidon's muse
While on a noisy outboard cruise.
So this won't make the Verse Hall-Of-Fame:
I've written many more that were lame. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/23/2005 5:04:57 AM | Good Morning All..
Pickles..there are no bad poems, especially in here, we are here to write what we want and share, it may suck to us, but maybe someone else likes it, and besides that, it doesnt matter if it is liked or not ...they are your words.......write what you want, when you want, good or bad I know Goat will say they are always welcome to be posted at the barn....
I hope everyone has a great day, I will be back later maybe with a post, creativity comes far and few in between now adays....so not sure what my mind will create..
take care for now,hugsssss to all and a little scratch for the Goat...
Miz | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/23/2005 9:02:57 AM | Yeah, Pickles...leave the bad poetry to me. I have more practice at it. Miz is right (as usual) words are personal and right, wrong, good, bad...all those little tags and labels tend not to stick too well.
Unless it's my stuff -- and it's all rough and weird and mostly terrible.
Speaking of which, here's one just fresh off the rack:
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O’Yesterday Afternoon
Irish fries exist at a little place
Tucked into downtown Saskatoon
A rooftop deck with a good view of the bank
And a better view of the street below
A pint of Kilkenny came first, dark amber escape
Cold to the touch on such a hot afternoon
Quiet in there, golf on the TV
Feet on the hardlived hardwood
Worn dull by so many feet-years
An O’Cheese burger came next, hotter than Hades
But tasting much better
The Irish fries with vinegar and pepper
Overcooked, just like the Irish like them
Supposedly
Golf on the TV with the sound off
Anything more boring would be the same sport
On the radio
Two half-asleep men watch the TV, propped on elbows
Their small talk shrank to nothing
Just the sound of heels on wood, heels on wood
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And that was the best pint and burger I've had in a loooonnnggg time. I tipped my server well for the experience. There are days when I wish I could have a beer in the library, but that little quiet pub had better chairs though I had to bring my own book.
Thanks for the scratch, Miz...I'm always itchy -- dang parasites...
Howdy to Rory too...is it too early to say "YOU ROCK"? Naw, it's after 10:00...it's cool.
Pickles...put down what you want. I like all the words I see from you.
And Breathing...ah, you...you know you and your words hold a special place in my heart. I bow to your skill of the gentle pen...or keyboard in this case. Namaste, my dear.
Alrighty...to things! And stuff! Stuff with things!!
Hey, that sounds kinda dirty. No animals will be harmed in my activities today, but a beer or two may be sacrificed on the deck after lunch.
Awaaaaaaayyyyy...... | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/23/2005 1:35:01 PM | AAHH Goat
you too have a way with words.
It feels like a Sunday...I keep checking for the Lard's sermon and instead you are slacking in Saskabush on the roof with a 
This popped into my head this afternoon while I was giving the dog an enema....
Goat is off to have some fun
Under the Tropical sun
His bag is packed, he's on his way
To Jamaica ..mon
The sea is blue the sand is white
Truly paradise
As he downs his tenth Red Stripe
He stretches out and sighs
He sighs as the sun warms his carcass
It makes him feel quite funny
And then he begins to realise
He really is quite hungry
So off he goes in search of lunch
Weaving just a bit
He spys a little restaurant
And goes over there to sit.
Asks to see the menu
Aware of some strange looks
Suddenly understanding
As he sees approaching cooks.
All at once he is off
Hijacking a fast boat
You see the Plat de Jour in Montego Bay
Their speciality....Curried Goat
No more shall Goat stray
Away from his barn
Never go near Montego Bay
So he'll keep out of harm.
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/23/2005 2:50:31 PM | lmao thats to cute pickles...see goat you can't go into any foreign restaurants..you may become the special of the day..lol
Will be on later to maybe post something, got lots floating around in my head, not sure if its air or actual thoughts..lo
Miz | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/23/2005 3:17:07 PM | ok everyone here it is....lol...don't know where it came from, maybe goat and his beer talk who knows....but its here and not very good...lol
enjoy....
the party....(not sure about a title just stuck that in)
It was a half past eight or a quarter to three
My eyes were so blurry just couldn’t see
Time was lost as I tried to wake up
God I need to pee is that a cup?
Dragging myself out of the nice warm bed
Ouch dang it just bumped my head
Focus them eyes try to find the door
Maybe it’s just easier to crawl on the floor
Feeling my way found the dang thing
What on earth is that shrill ring?
Is it in my head or is it make believe
I think to myself as I start to weave
Doing a little dance as I cross the room
Tripping to my knees over the stupid broom
Who put that there I start to curse out loud
Then realize I am being watched by a crowd
Oh god what’s going on where am I now
Is that a damn mechanical cow?
What on earth am I doing here?
Don’t tell me I again drank to many beers
Could have sworn I was home not here at the bar
Someone please help me to my car
Already embarrassed myself to much for the night
Just need to get home things will be all right
Stop looking at me that way or else you will see
Me covering you all with my imaginary pee
Yes I really said I would do that
Just give me my dang cowboy hat
Off to the rodeo I go or at least to my bed
Need to stop this loud pounding in my head
Sleep is what I need not to be told about
How I love you sweet cow I continued to shout
No more partying or drinking for me
No more blindness unable to see
Until the call comes saying party going on
Just can’t resist the never ending fun….
Miz | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/23/2005 5:49:22 PM | hey ho to all....the wind has picked up here and the skies are turning Ger ay......
Miz I loved you poem - you see, I can do all of that without the beers; trippin over brooms as walls move my way.... As a matter of fact--- I tripped on some dust today, damn particles
pickles you made me laugh.... I liked your little diddy.....yeah come on up......thanks eh.
Thank you smelly ole' goat.... what can i say- you hold a gift, and you are in my heart ~Namste~
Fragrance of Music
Head bowed
His movement of a heart
Introduced with a thought
A sound emanated from within
A neck of thick redwood
Strings lay relaxed
The body fit to his knee
Her belly cradled close
Ever so subtle the notes
Caressing her neck
Releasing sounds so pure
Souls beneath sheets
Touches of a gentle call
Rustling deep in the night | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/23/2005 5:49:38 PM | Hey all..... this update just in------ The queen is havin a bad day in edmonchuck: The winds are high and the rain is coming down…..They had to cancel the dancers -And- the marching band......So many Edmontonians disappointed....shucks.... Only in Canada
Then it's off to Calgary for the Queen, followed by a trip to your lovely city Goat---Saskatoony land.....Send her my best eh?
have a great night all.... | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/23/2005 8:10:59 PM | THE SEA, THE SEA
The sea, undulating and black as obsidian,
laves the night air of dry pride,
its lulling wavelets sighing in sweet surrender,
caressing the sand with wet, silver lipstick.
Over, the invisible vault seems to drop through a vast
hole leaving gelled silver sparks:
points of reference in a desultory history
a brave man could scan like a connect-the-dots puzzle.
Sky, land, and sea: black on black
on black: the underbelly streaked eerily
by the other shore's lights, unblinking eyes
revealing yellow snakes into a fiery lasso.
Unknown watery seducer, insipient singer,
stirring the light and throwing this insistent air,
trick someone else with your dark curves,
your so quiet breathing and lingering perfume.
Sky and sea meet on the horizon, blind.
I'm picking off green-black seaweed
already in the morning, the clinging, salty arms
sweetly putrescent in the harsh, grey light. | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/24/2005 4:54:03 PM | G'Day all… The heat is rising here on the west coast and everyone has decided it is time to get out their leaf blowers, lawn mowers and weed whackers......jeepers creepers.....What happen to the days of rakes, hand powered grass cutters and garbage bags?
Hoping everyone is well after the long weekend?
Eyes sharp and wild
He knelt and huddled
Near the edge of the creek
Behind a shelter of rocks
Silent, a hawk did sit
Many years he yearend for flight
His quills lay sleeping
For this was his life
Forbidden to take to the night
The sun silently slept
Resting his crown
Upon pillows of lilies
Under blankets of dew
Feathered white tips
Touched his palm
A warm hand of puss willows
She cradled his plume
Gentle her touch
As he ascended the skies
Slow and measured wing beats
His belly exposed
He began to soar
Touching freedoms leaves
His eyes open to the wind | |
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| A Barn By Any Other Name...
Posted: 5/24/2005 6:32:25 PM | Howdy all...another post and run special tonight:
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What’s on TV Tonight?
Is there anything more depressing than
The Coronation Street theme music?
Just the first few trumpeted notes
Sends me into deep, English despair
It makes me want to nip down to the pub
Have a pint of some warm British piss
And get into a disagreement with some bloke
Who gave another bloke a proper snog
One night in a dark alley
“Just don’t tell mum”, he pleads
“She’ll go daft.”
She already went there last week
When Da picked up a Thai prostitute
Just outside the tube, mate
And never came back to the flat again
To not have your Mum go any more daft
Is to ask water to not get any more wet
The TV is now off and quiet reigns again
Though the smell of bangers and mash linger on
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Okay...hello to youse guys who came by and posted. Breathing (ah, Breathing...) and Rory ... (you still ROCK). Hello to the readers and lurkers.
I gotta git. See you tomorrow, eh. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 5/24/2005 10:21:07 PM | lmao, well this is the first time I have ventured over here, and can certainly promise it won't be my last. I used to write alot when I was younger and never thought much about it since. I can guarantee most of my stuff would be censored. Come on! I was in high school, what do you expect? lol
Anyway, thanks to all for great reading, and I am looking forward to next sunday. Maybe one of these days I will start again;) | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 5/24/2005 10:59:04 PM | Welcome, bcboy !
Miz, you party animal, you, hahaha....
breathing, hey I'm glad my push-mower days are over, though leaf blowers depict the lazy bourgeois nicely.
Goat, cheers, and for some reason I have no trouble being encouraged by the Lard's exhortations to sin.
CampfireDave ! Great to see you back. Love that bop-bop crazy-ass rhythm ya got goin'.
MONEY, THE NULL AND ULTIMATE APHRODISIAC
The stately fireplace,
the gold-tipped poker
and deflated museum-piece bellows
glinting sporadically
as in a dungeon image by Poe,
also picking out the empty
wine goblets, the silver plate
of rare fish cubes of some sort,
the sheepskin rug, and the bottle neck
in the ocher bucket, and of course
the two combatants fixedly
smiling nose-to-nose
like boxers at center ring
during the introductions
after which their awkward ballet
quickly tires into resigned clinches,
into them thrown the word "love"
for an expedient lubricant
before rolling apart on the floor. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 5/25/2005 1:58:08 AM | I wandered alone for much too long
Carelessly singing my lackluster song
Blinder in place as I stumbled and fell
Convinced that my road was leading to hell
The road ahead is bathed in light
My soul now mended, shiny and bright
Thought no longer clouded by doubt and fear
The road I followed has led me back here
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 5/25/2005 4:52:49 AM | Welcome back Tera....good to see you here and have your words talk about healing..we missed ya girl..
Yeah rory such a party animal I am, I think that is what I wished happened instead it has been in bed early and no excitement for me the past few days..lol
Hiya to all my fellow barn dwellers, I am just waking up, coffee not even in me yet so I will come back later maybe with a post, if not most def to read some more ....
BCB welcome, and you will more then likely start writing again..it seems that this old barn is a wonderful place for inspiration, but if you don't stay and pull up a bale, there is always entertainment around here...
ta ta for now
Miz | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 5/25/2005 6:26:03 AM | For women everywhere
Shivering with anticipation
Waited so long for this day to come
Sliding out of your gown
Waiting
For the hand to cup your breast
Leaning inwards to get closer
Being made to hold your breath
Other breast now being touched
Repeating patterns once again
Breast released by her hand
Sighs of relief..it's over
My yearly mammogram
Now get your minds out of the gutter and book your own...could save your life | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 5/25/2005 9:21:02 AM | funny how you wrote it, but breast cancer is not a laughing matter..
I unfortunately...or luckily...lol...am to young for a mammogram, so gotta do it the manual way...or get my guy to do it for me...
but seriously ladies do get it done, if there is anything to be found early prevention is the cure, don't let fear stop you..
thanks pickles.
Miz | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 5/25/2005 4:45:49 PM | Afternoon all.......Ahh, what a day it is, the sun and wind in perfect rhythm. The gentle breeze makes for a great day on the water.
A hearty hello to campfire Dave , good to see you setting down your words, and poetry it is....
Howdy Tera--- Tis good to see your heart here again.... ;-)
Rory, well --- You always hit the mark!!
Halo to Pickles an’ Miz
Greetings to BCboy- pick up that pen and hang some words in this old barn
Dearest goat.... A warm west wind as your day ends .....’ What were they thinking when they wrote Coronation Street- that's it- they weren't!
A good night to you all......
A kaleidoscope of stars
Crimson and blue
One silent touch
Mountains open to fields
Wild flowers under a prairie sky
Blades of grass dance in the wind
Bark of trees smile as birds sing their tune
Feathers of the sun touch your brow
I close my eyes and see
The brilliant reflection of thee | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 5/25/2005 8:06:20 PM | Howdy all. Another busy post n' run kinda day. These short weeks kinda suck after a long weekend. Anyhow...
Oh, sorry to Pickles for a near-snub yesterday. I missed saying hi last night. So...HI PICKLES!!
Okay...to today's uninspired poem:
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Whopper Burps
Scarfing back two Whop-J’s in a minute
Isn’t a good idea
Then, to add onion rings into the mix
Is a worse one
Each belch tastes like I’m reliving
That gastronomically-punishing minute
All over again
The fire grilled taste, the onions
At least they don’t use Secret Sauce
In the good old B.K.
The secret sauce is no real secret
It’s what happens when Thousand Island dressing
Is mixed with mayo
And left by the furnace for a couple of weeks
Perhaps it is stirred up with the ass-end of a dead skunk
But who really knows?
After an hour or two, there will be the inevitable passage
Of crap with grill marks on it
And bits of white things
That probably aren’t onions
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Urf...I kinda grossed myself out with that. Sorry ya'll.
I'd better get to takin' care of de bidness and then..y'know..hose myself and the place off a bit after. See you guys tomorrow. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/25/2005 11:31:20 PM | "So Gently We Go" (I MOther Earth)
Fill my head with
Your nonsense
You can breathe my breath
Till I turn red
Close your eyes
Try to follow me
If you close your eyes
You can become me
You can park your shoes
On my front step
Then gently walk barefoot
Through my sunken chest
I'll shade my eyes from
The burning sun
But feel confident
'Cause we're as bold
As love... and laughter
Wake me up when
The day is late
so I can watch the sunset
and go back to bed
And dream so real
A fantastic stage
Psychodramatic means to
Uncertain ends
I'll scare you blind with
My confidence
As cool as Jesus
And his twelve best friends
The reason we can
Do these things is that
The Earth has told
Of an outrageous spring...
Remembered
We'll meet for breakfast
In the sun room
The feeling in my soul
As sweet as good perfume
Leave your sex
At the door... come in
There's ecstasy for all
No need to leave your name
Pirouettes
We will make in game
On the ceiling
Movies of our lives will play
The reason we can
Do these thngs is that
Our minds are clouded
And we can't see
Straight
Maybe I've played My part
But it's a players
Art
Me and my friends
We were just living... playing
I've heard the sound
That silence makes
And I realize the world
Can break
From the inside out
Or outside in
On a breath of wind | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/26/2005 12:39:55 PM | hey alll...well the sun is out in full force, I think my brain might get fried.....
the summer brings out new folk to these beaches.......
I hopes you all have a great day.....
Resting on the dash
Hurting no one
He reached inside ready to fight
He knew it was his right
Theft in the night
Sunglasses sleeping in a car
He skulked in the night
Anticipating his attack
He glanced at the Mack
No room in his pack
He went for the shades
The sun surely to come
The dark pain burnt his eyes
Streets were quiet as he reached for his prize
No one heard his cries
Spectacles to shade his heart
Frames to peddle or pawn
For this he risked his soul
All on an evening stroll
He was the lakeside troll | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/26/2005 7:22:36 PM | Thanks for the welcomes and greetings all. Glad to be back
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A connection that can never be broken
Bound by our intertwined destiny
Understood in words never spoken
Forged together by eternity
Sibling love is protection and strength
Reflections of me in your eye
Willing to protect you to any length
Never able to say goodbye
Connection changes but falters none
When I put you in the ground below
The strength of eternity is never undone
Stay with me as I let you go | |
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