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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/13/2004 8:57:22 AM | just words bird - they mean what people want them to mean - dislike is what i choose over hate and they do not give the same emotion - nor are they the same
Dislike
Syn: Distaste; disinclination; disapprobation; disfavor; disaffection; displeasure; disrelish; aversion; reluctance; repugnance; disgust; antipathy. -- Dislike, Aversion, Reluctance, Repugnance, Disgust, Antipathy. Dislike is the more general term, applicable to both persons and things and arising either from feeling or judgment. It may mean little more than want of positive liking; but antipathy, repugnance, disgust, and aversion are more intense phases of dislike. Aversion denotes a fixed and habitual dislike; as, an aversion to or for business. Reluctance and repugnance denote a mental strife or hostility something proposed (repugnance being the stronger); as, a reluctance to make the necessary sacrifices, and a repugnance to the submission required. Disgust is repugnance either of taste or moral feeling; as, a disgust at gross exhibitions of selfishness. Antipathy is primarily an instinctive feeling of dislike of a thing, such as most persons feel for a snake. When used figuratively, it denotes a correspondent dislike for certain persons, modes of acting, etc. Men have an aversion to what breaks in upon their habits; a reluctance and repugnance to what crosses their will; a disgust at what offends their sensibilities; and are often governed by antipathies for which they can give no good reason.
For I am one who sticks with the genre of dislike - to disapprove | |
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Posted: 7/13/2004 4:02:09 PM | White trash beautiful
Trailer park queen
Could a had anyone
But’cha stayed with me
I’m comin’ home to you babe
Comin’ home to you
I’m comin’ home to you babe
You’re all I need
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Posted: 7/13/2004 6:43:47 PM | | my poetic license granted to myself has been suspended by myself. i am thinking about doing personal requests later though. | |
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Posted: 7/13/2004 7:59:32 PM | Busy little place here. It's a good thing you guys are breathing life into this thread, otherwise it would sink to the bottom like Evilcuppycake's stuff.
And speaking of busy....yup. This job might kill me if it keeps up like this. I've heard this is the busy period, so lucky me for starting at such a great time.
Well....a poem...let's see what I have in my other pants....
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Paperwork rolls like a river
A hard copy stream
Pausing to remove the staples
Rolling past Accounts Payable
Rolling past blind hands
Rolling past my eyes
There must be an ocean
Where this river collects
And pools
And seeks its own level
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Rough day at work? Kinda. Lots of paper to deal with and manage. This goat isn't quite used to it yet. When I do, a nice rythm will set in and I'll have time to write the poems I have stored in my memory right now.
So...who's all been here? I'll have to go back and have a look. | |
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Zee
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Joined: 4/11/2004
Msg: 157 | |
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Zee
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Joined: 4/11/2004
Msg: 159 | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/13/2004 8:20:38 PM | Ooooh, I see. You guys cleaned up around here.
Yeah, it doesn't stink here<<<<<<<<<<<
But it does here >>>>>>>>>>>>>
Pretty good. Thanks. | |
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Zee
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Msg: 161 | |
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/13/2004 8:29:50 PM | | any time and we put down fresh hay - aaaaaachooo - so im somewhere in the middle now 'cause the hay has shifted | |
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Posted: 7/13/2004 8:43:41 PM | Well, this will all the allergens will be thoroughly dampened down with a hefty splash of urine pretty soon.
It's be best for you if you didn't stand so close. I'm like a lawn-sprinkler when I really get going. | |
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Zee
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Joined: 4/11/2004
Msg: 164 | |
| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 7/13/2004 8:51:55 PM | nope just ran out after that last squirt
im now over there >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> | |
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Posted: 7/14/2004 3:11:13 PM | GREAT!....I didn't see you peein there goat............
so as of now I have stepped in pee twice now!....LOL | |
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Posted: 7/14/2004 5:17:42 PM | Do I smell urine? Why, yes...yes, I do! Nothing like a pungent blast of pee to really kick you up a notch after a sweaty day at work.
Well...let's see...poem, huh? Ehrm.....
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There once was a woman
Who didn't like men
So she screwed herself
With a fountain pen
The pen, it broke
And the ink went wild
And she gave birth
To a coloured child
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I can't take credit for that one. I read that somewhere (and it could have been a washroom stall in Calgary) and somewhen during my travels. Too hot and tired to be creative today.
Well...off to the next disaster. | |
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Posted: 7/14/2004 7:40:23 PM | Okay, that last one was a gross violation of my senses. Maybe a haiku can make up for it?
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Haiku is drivel
formless, aimless, like vomit
So says the Birdman
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Maybe I need you guys to inspire me? | |
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Posted: 7/15/2004 6:26:10 PM | Gee, I must have scared everyone away with my drivel. Oh, well...I can't guarantee what the next poem will bring. I'll provide my own inspiration..
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The beer bottle sweats
Brown, glistening
Cool to the touch
Perspiring like me
Sweating like Elvis
In his 1965 concert
Dripping like a side
Of pork on a spit
Over an open flame
I haven't cracked it yet
It hasn't sneezed
It's carbon dioxide spitum
It just sits there
Brown and mocking
Retaining cool amber liquid
I'm gonna go
Fondle it
Lovingly
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Well, it was a handy inspiration. A beer for me and I drink to thee! Eins, zwei...gesuffa!!
Glug glug. | |
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Posted: 7/15/2004 8:26:01 PM | Ahh...beer. My God, does it inspire me. Zee inspires me. Thanks for starting that thread, darlin'
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You know, a bottle is like a soul
I gathered this evidence
Through partaking of a beer
Or two
Look at this bottle
How it stands proud
Full of potential
And five percent per volume
It's what's inside
That counts
Is it dark and mysterious
Or a light lager
Or some damned rice beer
The label can tell you
Some things
The rest is up to
How it meets your lips
Your tongue
Your heart
And how it spreads warmth
To your belly
And relief to a hot brow
When it's spent
And the bottle is standing
There, bereft of what
Made it once special
The condensation wicking away
A memory lingers
Of the secrets inside.
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Ding! Order for table three! Fries and gravy and escargot on the side! | |
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