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Posted: 5/26/2005 8:47:09 PM | Hello all. Another busy day, so it's post n' run again. Greets to Tera...welcome back, eh.
Thanks to Holly for the tums. OOoorp...thanks...berp...
Okay here it is:
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No One Wants to Mount Saskatchewan
The climb to the summit of that lofty peak
Has been called off
Due to warmish weather and unstable snow
I heard stories of thin, icy crusts
On three feet of sugar snow
Climbers postholing up to their waists
Then the snowstorms that lasted for days
And they called the ascent off – wisely
So, now Mt. Saskatchewan in the Yukon
Remains unclimbed
Untrammelled by the feet of people
Conversely, on the other side of the world
A cleanup operation is set to begin
Chinese climbers are going to collect
600 tons of stuff left behind from
80 years of attempts, successful and not
On Mt. Everest
It’s just as well Mt. Saskatchewan
Remains unmounted
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Okay....I gotta git. G'night and see ya'll tomorrow. | |
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Posted: 5/27/2005 1:53:46 AM | Goat, I've still got indigestion from your "Whopper burps"-- and I read it over 24 hours ago. You outdid even your own self with that one, good buddy, haha......
THE BOSS'S CODPIECE IS ON BACKWARDS
I want to wave the Australian flag
while singing Camptown Races and bowing
to an imaginary Pope when you're around
just to get you to laugh. You smile
a lot, and it's a broad, sexy, radiant smile,
but your laugh is tentative and quiet so that I'll repeat
the worst jokes I can imagine, slap
my head in mock disgust, all
to get you to laugh from the gut uncontrollably
and long. Maybe it's not in you
or maybe I would need to be closer to you, to gain
more of your trust for it to unfold.
Yes, that's it: deep down
everybody can laugh spontaneously and often
and joy is always compounded when laughing
in pairs or groups. I want to start
a National Laughing Day, mandatory
for all people to laugh at least once
every half-minute. Who
knows, in that environment your laugh
might take on rich timbre and nuances
it never had before. I don't mean
to laugh at sorrow, but so much
of our lives have been made up of mock
tragedy and petty grievances.
Like the rush of wind swirling
through this old dank toolshed,
laughter washes the face and soul
of the world, I should say our interpretation
of it, for the world is laughter, unapologetically
coloring all our overflowing tears. | |
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Posted: 5/27/2005 4:07:33 AM | hail hail,
The gangs all here
Great to see you back princess
Been travelling, imbibing lots, partying til dawn
Couldn't write much poetry, head was much too sore
visa for the States is waiting, back in aussie land
lets see how Florida can take, a rural aussie man
Should be there by late next week, working on my boat
havn't seen it yet, so I hope the **stard floats
Then it's down to Panama, and off across the blue
But when I get the chance I'll call up most of you
Sleep Beckons tommorrow
One last night here
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/27/2005 8:17:13 AM | Hello everyone, new to this thread. thought i would drop this off here, lol
Stuck behind a wall of glass,
Looking out you see,
The stars dancing in a big mass,
And the moon glowing from behind a tree.
You also see not a cloud in sight,
The sky is jet black,
You cannot picture a more beautiful night. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/27/2005 1:49:12 PM | Hello everyone, hope everyone is well..
ever have one of those days where you get upset at the smallest things?, well this is my day, just not a good one, and sometimes you just want to take things back, and you want to explain why your acting that way but your not sure how....or even why you are...lol
oh well what shall be shall be....I am only me, can't change for anyone, won't do it again even if they asked...I am my own person, a basketful of emotions, take me as I am or not....
anyway going to post this,it helped a little so we shall see if it helps in another way...
take care all...
Idon't know why......
I just don’t know what’s wrong with me
Why do I do this I just can’t see?
How can I stop feeling this way?
Wanting you to go and needing you to stay
I love having you around at nights
Being held in your arms feels so right
Baby now I want you to leave me alone
Don’t even call me on the phone
Don’t try to understand me just shake your head
And crawl under the covers go back to bed
Can’t even begin to tell you why
As I slumber off to sleep with a silent cry
Sometimes I feel so insecure and alone
Feeling that one day you will be gone
Something good finally happens to me
But I am waiting for the day you will flee
I get moody and upset at little things
The past has brought out these feelings
Most days they are locked so deep inside
A place that I no longer want to reside
Once in awhile they surface again
And fall so fast like the summer rain
Once the storm has passed on by
I no longer have the fear the question why
You have made my life feel so new
I love and appreciate the things you do
So baby if one day I seem a little mad
Just remind me of the good times we have had
And promise me that there will be
Many more memories of you and me
The future will also hold many more
Giving us a life together that we will adore...
Miz
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Posted: 5/27/2005 6:59:00 PM | hello to all yee Barn patrons....
hello miz..... this life eh? ...a sunny smile to you :-)
Well my brain is somewhat drained from the heat....this is a bit long......
see yas tomorrow, i need to cool off on the deck with a brew-
Bumble bee’s and wanna bes
The fall
They tumble, they stumble and mumble
Their hopes and their tears
So young in their years
Ponytails and dragon tails
Spin the bottle, it lands on you
And there’s make up too
They scry and they cry
They’ll fall in love
Sailing on the wings of a dove
They’ll cook and they’ll clean
Their homes will be kept pristine
He can lift that
They’re all tired and fat
Nails so dainty, all shaped and painty
You want me to tend the garden
I beg your pardon
Is that what’s in your stars
Where men are from Venus
And women from mars
To sit and vent
They can’t imagine life in a tent
A life of bugs
Give them plush rugs
Where they can watch lives pass by
Only dreaming of a midnight sky
They’d rather mate with the television
For this is the life they envision
But their just babes you see
They quietly agree
So busy are they
They’ve no time to play
That is left to the life of bees and sycamore trees
The flight of dreams
Gently floating in streams
They’d rather sit back
The sorrow and strife, they know that
That’s up to him
To live life on a whim
This is the story of a man and a wife
They are not equals you see
He is there simply to agree
She is there to bring him his plate
Not to aggravate
Then there is the garden of Adam and Eve
Where women bend and men weave
Where eyes meet on a silent plain
They emerged from a different grain
Baring knowledge they grew
Living simply they flew
For this is the story of birds in flight
Told between morn and night
Where lovers meet
Between silent heart beats
The taste of honey so sweet | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/27/2005 7:06:38 PM | Howdy all. I'll try to come back and read a bit. Friday has been an awful lot like the rest of the week for some reason. Crazy, hazy days of near-summer.
For now, a post n' run:
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Hairy Palming Through a Sightless Time
Viagra makes you blind, so they say
I found that out just today
It seems any attention paid to Little Willy
Makes one’s body go awful silly
Masturbation has been said to cause
Many a brief ocular pause
But the evidence gathered has been inconclusive
Not even verified by busy reclusives
But the question still remains:
Risk the pill or become master of your domain?
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See yer later, peoples.... | |
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Posted: 5/27/2005 7:28:55 PM | Reading your prose I have to say
Risks should be taken every day
If taking the little blue pill
Would mean you becoming ill
But would stand you to attention
I think there is no competition
Surely better to be half blind
Than find
You cannot get it up | |
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Posted: 5/27/2005 8:35:04 PM | Ah...lotsa good writes in here these last few days.
A welcome to Catsmeow...hello and welcome to the barn. I like your poetic style...terse verse...good to see.
The rest of you guys...well, you make me laugh, think and feel the words you write. Incredible collection of poems and poets here lately. This little ol' barn is becoming quite a mass of verse, ennit? It's a great place to be with ya'll.
Even CampfireDave...I still love that name. ChainsawDave would be cool too, but not as homey.
I'll continue reading tomorrow but I wanted to stop by, read a bit and thank you guys for classing this place up after I crapped in the corners. Thanks, eh.
And Pickles...that insidious blue pill...I hope I never will be faced with the choice of having to take it. But if it were a choice, I'd probably choose to keep my disk floppy -- if you know what I mean. It may be healthier that way.
Okay...tomorrow is the weekend. I'll see you all then. G'night. | |
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Posted: 5/28/2005 12:44:58 AM | Excellent lines by all lately.
Happy sailing, longte !
IN LIEU OF TIP
You remove the teacups and plates again,
efficiently wipe the table and hum
before the next distracted patron
sits down, buries his head
in a paper of rapes, deals, and accidents,
and adamantly refuses to acknowledge
your grace, mischievousness, pride,
laughter, rough and pert beauty.
Dear, he should be serving you. | |
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Posted: 5/28/2005 4:25:58 PM | Hello to all...always enjoy this thread...most inspiring people...
Not sure if this is the thread for this, but I'm going to put one out I'd like to share:
Letting You In…
I’m letting you in
for the obvious reasons
To love and to cherish me through
All upcoming seasons
Although you don’t know me
But wish to learn
All that you wish
All that you yearn
Will never get you passed me
But with time yet much earned
I’ve been hurt you see
Hurt so badly
For all that I dream
I wish to never go back
To that god awful scene
I’m not different than any other
Not you, your friend, your brother
Only time will tell
If we will be more than friends
If we will be lovers
To learn and to laugh about
This I hope to do each passing day
I see you, I hear you
And hope we find the way
Together…
I have this feeling
Things will go well
To continue this path
With each and every new day
JacqiO… | |
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Posted: 5/28/2005 4:26:28 PM | Hey y'all. Just knocked this one off today while at the beach:
EVENING SUN
The evening sun scans the faces of the evening lovers
lost in words and drowning in reverberations of others
hand in hand, walking the thin shoals drowned in pink and mauve
while they converse of their futures on the stony cove.
At once the sun is gone, the purple inlet grows apace
with returning pleasure crafts, lights winking, while on every face
a lodestone of lonely reflection hits those alone and paired
as a tapestry faded and grey, curling, and spared
from sight in someone's gutted rented parched near midnight room,
the occupant snoring athwart the air-conditioned tomb
devolving in miniature pleas the night to take
away his dreams of his ideal Love's face when awake.
edit: Hi, Jacqi, and welcome to the Barn ! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/28/2005 7:56:41 PM | Howdy do. Got here a little late today...it's been a busy day even though it was a day away from work. Lotsa grist for the mill today, if you know what I mean.
Howdy to Jacqi...nice to see you here and thanks for the poem. Anything goes in this old place, so no worries about that elusive "target audience". Hope the smell doesn't keep you away.
I forgot to say Bon Voyage to Longte, who must be underway by now. God speed, sir. Bring back some epic tales as well as some fish...I needs my poetry and omega 3 fatty acids.
Okay...a poem...here we go:
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On The Beaten Paths
A university on a spring Saturday
Is a thing lying in state
Cars, trucks and vans sit and wait
Like patient beasts
While the parking meters tick down
Signalling the end of Paid Parking
Campus cops are nowhere to be seen this day
Even the maintenance workers are absent
As the drizzle drapes the well-worn stones
Which echoed a thousand-thousand voices
That shuffled, marched and sloped
Their way to class
Walking those empty paths was a rare thing
Hearing nothing but the wind in the trees
A holy experience
Never had the campus been so quiet
On a spring Saturday at 10:00 am
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Okay...tomorrow is Sunday. Be here for the sermon..pants are optional. I won't be wearing any.
G'night all. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/28/2005 8:15:36 PM | hi all.....hope the weekend is treating you all well? pickles you make me laugh! ...
Rory, IN LIEU OF TIP--- you say it well.
Ahhh dear goat ...........beaten paths and all that quiet....will rise early to catch the sunday sermon......
well i am baked from the sun and struggling to put down a poem....
Bubbles lapping on the shore
A Mallard of purple and blue
Jubilant he bathed before me
The sun his garden
Each movement of his wings
Told the story of his love
As he frolicked in a crystal bay
His beak sang sounds
Of finches flying above
His eyes, pure flecks of gold
Simple reflections of the sun | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/29/2005 8:11:13 AM | Hello Breathing-dear. I just missed you last night, two ships passing in the night. You, a sleek cruiser and me, the tug boat that smells like fish and fishermen.
Er..sorry..it's Sunday. This is before coffee, too. Ugh.
Well, well, well...are we all gathered here yet? Anh? Well, I'll leave it for ya'll to pick while I go and seize the day by the testicles...if a day can possess such a pair of things.
Please be seated and we'll open the Book of Goat again:
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Psalm 166 – The Book of Goat
If thou hast a problem with thine rear derailleur
Do not force it to change gears
If it is not willing to become unstuck
Thy Lard hast maketh that mistake
And totally "****ed" His Wheels
Past the Point of No Return
The sound alone was Horrible, also
The sight of one gear flying off, then two
The remainder of which hung like
Bea Arthur’s breasts on a hot July day
When they are unsupported by bra or halter top
Or her masculine hands
(which is a Dreadful Thing to behold all by itself)
Then the shifter itself came off in Thy Lard’s hand
In one swift snap
And His Most Holy Bike
Almost succumbed to a permanent baptismal
In the South Saskatchewan River
So, thy Lard sayeth:
If it don’t work, don’t force it
And if you do force it
Prepare thyself to splash thy cash
To repair the old or replace the new
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So, thy Lard bought a new bike. It handles like a dream and I now have more than three gears to choose from. I don't know what I'll do with 21 speeds...I'll have to actually find some more challenging hills to climb, ah reckon.
Okey-dokey-smokey....I'll see yer later in the day. My undercarriage needs a bit of scrubbing, if you know what I mean. | |
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Posted: 5/30/2005 1:03:18 AM | THE ROCK
The rise is a loss of a loss,
a void sucked away
by a bigger, more ominous galaxy
trailing slivers of star dust.
Air's cruel configurations
are in the parched, pockmarked rock
sitting defiantly or asleep
in its cracked bed of earth. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/30/2005 10:22:38 AM | G'morning all...
Ahh but eye a fine fisherman you are, dear goat...I stopped in for your sermon and a fine sermon it was... ;-) I prayed for a cool breeze but I guess the dear lard did not hear my call.,,,,
Another pressure cooker day here, think I will search for a rock to crawl under....
Diamonds sparkling on a gentle shore
The sun, the brightest light
Shinning down from the night sky
On a cool bay waves sang like hummingbirds
Their wings tickling branches
The symphony chimed with laps on the sand
Deep sounds emanated from stars
The emerald throat of the violin
Echoes floating upstream in the wind
Harps caressed the lush green of trees
A gentle touch of blue whispers on the beach
Leaves rustled as if an autumn day would sing
You could taste the crisp sounds
Of notes escaping your lips
Humming through your veins
The wind serenaded the leaves with a waltz
Leaning by the river Padre
You wept the quiet melody of your heart
Your reflection danced in the creek
You knelt to taste the memories it held
With cupped hands you filled your palms
Letting grains of the past sift through your fingers
You felt deep sounds escape from your roots
You were breathing in the melody of seasons turning
You felt the sun tickle your skin with vibrations of truth
A quiet mystery revealed before your eyes
This is the song you heard in the wind
Sung a thousand years ago
You knelt near the edge of the bay
Adoration at your feet | |
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Posted: 5/30/2005 4:50:58 PM | Methinks the Lard
In his haste
Hath Screwed himself
And his wheels
Stiff like nipples
Did not venture
Like Bea Arthur's bra
Too far
Redemption according to the Lard
Can only be found in Baptism
In the Saskatoony River
And thus it was..that the Lard
Did get himself a new set of wheels and gears
And to rousing cheers
Was told to
"get on your Bike"....
...............Sunshine
"hic" | |
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Posted: 5/30/2005 6:48:17 PM | Love can come along just when we least expect it to, and turn an oridinary life into something sweet and new. Love can light a candle where the sadness used to be, and heal the broken parts of us with trust and honesty. Love can give us wings to fly above the world we know, and lead us on adventures where we never dreamed we'd go. Love can lift us to our feet and teach us how to dance, and dare us to believe again and take another chance.
I havent found that someone to give me back I thought I'd lost, and those feelings I thought I would never feel again. We learn to build walls around our hearts and all we need is trust to let someone in. Patients is a good thing to have in-order to find that someone to help you believe in love again....
Love does have boundries, but the boundries are set by each of us. So we have the choice to set our hearts free... | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/30/2005 8:11:30 PM | Evening all. Good to see ya'll here in fine, poetic form.
Breathing knocked my socks off, followed by my shorts and then my toenails. Wow. Rory...still excellent after all these many months. Pickles...you slay me, dear. The new wheels are deeeeVINE!!
Welcome to CareToBoxOutOFTheRing...you got it. Love comes and finds us when we least expect it to. I can personally vouch for that and everything else you put down there. Love is a thing all it's own.
Well, let me ruin the mood now:
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The Birth of a Word
It is an interesting sight to behold
To see a new word being born and used
Right in front of you
There was no noise at all with this birth
It was silent
As quiet as a ninja’s church fart
There was no pain with the arrival
As painless as velvet shorts
The word is “keep’t”
Part archaic medievalist
And part contractional modernist
And all confusing
The creator of this word drives a truck
He is no linguist, unless
You consider sentence fragments
And a string of curses
A divine monologue
Will “keep’t” be stillborn --
Bereft of life, just as it dashed out of
It’s own diesel-powered cocoon?
It is an endangered thing and likely dead already
You might say
It was not well keep’t
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Is the English language dying? According to some of the documents I read this morning, English is certainly being maimed.
Did I just write a split infinitive?
Gawd...I dunno.
Well, see you tomorrow. I'll sleep on that one. | |
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Posted: 5/30/2005 8:53:34 PM | When Morn peeped
Over the yard'arm
Drunken sailors
In Bed and breakfasts
Chorused
Damn
We missed our breakfast
Pissed ..
Three sheets
To the wind
We were Keep't
From being fullfilled.
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Posted: 5/31/2005 2:01:21 PM | A SPACE IN WINTER
The wine in this light is greasepaint,
or oil in a fishbowl without fish.
Quietly now you shake your dress
loose, a theatre of lights playing
along the ridges of your skin.
You're quicker than I tonight
to find a meaning or resolution
from the day's usual confusion.
Clouds gather in blackness; no god
or supervisor taints us with eyes. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/31/2005 5:36:55 PM | hello all......ahhh a bit of rain here, feels nice after the heat wave.....
hey ho pickles....you are always on the ball
Hi miz- thanks, hope all is well with you?
I thank you dear goat - Your poem, Birth of a word.... such a mind at work. So loving this barn...
well here is a sad little diddy---
see ya all later on...
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Spaceships of black and yellow
Shoot through the sky
Screams of children
Gone wild in the day
A family to mold of plasticine and clay
With them you play
This is a girl - This is a boy
Other children becomes yours for a time
You say - They are mine
For this is your life
Spinning in fantasy and chaos
You’ll continue at any cost
Lost to star wars and celestial rings
I quietly watch you from earth
Where bees dance and trees sing | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 5/31/2005 8:10:17 PM | Allo...a little post n' run. Only a haiku tonight, sorry.
Nice to see Pickles, Rory and Breathing here tonight. You stalwart barn dwellers...hope the evening has keep't you well.
Okay...here's what I have:
Energy is strange
Not created or destroyed
Yet it leaves me worn
And that's it. I'm turning in early tonight. My old bones can't keep up with with the world without some rest.
See ya'll tomorrow. | |
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