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Posted: 5/31/2005 8:24:33 PM | I have decided to be someone else
Having just immersed myself
In an evening at the Theatre
Watching Evita
Is there anything wrong
In me wanting to be
Eva Peron?
Rags to riches
Can't be too bad
Now I gotta find me a despot
Shouldn't be too hard. | |
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Posted: 6/1/2005 4:42:30 AM | I'm frightened by what I can't see
by the demon hidden inside of me
waiting
just waiting.....
he was taken and now
I know why
begrudging still that it was me
left here to cry
for you
it's no easier and the pain still cuts deep
even if my path isn't so steep
it's a miracle I've come this far
you're my star
my angel
to know that I may be the next to die
and mom may be the one to say goodbye
tears choke my newly found voice
I have no choice
always waiting.....
I fear that which does not know me
that which would set me free
the final gift
breathless | |
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Posted: 6/1/2005 11:44:47 AM | Such fine writing in this barn, poets and seers alike....
pickles and tera and rory ....Ahh yes, and Goat too ;-) You have heart me'dear
Fear bellows in the wind
Curled beneath rocks I cry
A shallow tomb my heart
Lifting the veil
Fog once covered the night
With a tiny band of light
Beads of dew
Glistening in the heat
Sadness passed through years
A minuet of agony you cried
Sitting in the fire you drown
Seasons burning upon your skin
Mountains and plains
Touched by sunlight and rain
Leaves brought to life in a gentle breeze | |
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Posted: 6/1/2005 8:17:16 PM | Howdy-do. Another post and run day for me again. It's also another haiku day, too. Not much time these days...curse that job of mine. Curse it!!
(ahem)
Good to see Tera, Pickles and Breathing here as well. Youse guys...ah, youse guys...
Okay...a haiku:
Fatigue is a cat
Grey, lazy in the window
Sleeping in the sun
And guess where I'm off to now? To sleep, perchance to dream. Mostly to sleep, methinks.
See you guys tomorrow, eh. | |
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Posted: 6/2/2005 12:58:27 AM | Goat, you need a year or ten off work to spend in gassy beatitude.
WEDDING
Metallic red roses in a line
on the white Lincoln Towncar
like a row of identical ducks
at a very cheap arcade
waiting briefly to disappear
to leave the white metal
as it once was, as is expected.
The car rests on the boulevard
in front of the white-boarded house
from which an eye appears
below the window's blinding
straightrazor sheen. | |
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Posted: 6/2/2005 1:33:22 PM | Greetings to all who wander through this Barn
Howdy Rory... I agree Goat needs a holiday.
Miz- We have not seen your heartfelt words here for a bit, how is life treating you?
Halo Sweet Goat. It has been a year since you birthed your first poem, eh? With much admiration, I bow to you. ~Namaste~ I have a Chocolate Danish for ya, complete with a candle--erm ,,,,, ah,,,, sorry, no song though. I sing terribly off key -- - --- `Tis best I leave that to other folk....
She descends to her knees
A story she will tell
A melody she will sing
Words sail from her lips
The silence is clear
Listen and you will hear
You’re on a walk
The scent of cottonwoods
Cherry blossoms in the wind
White spray feathers on your skin
Weaving tales from within
She speaks of sunlight in trees
You taste warm mist bouncing off rocks
Hearts soften with each step
You feel moisture at your feet
This gentle walk your retreat
You held her hand in the breeze
You listened to her song
As words turned to leaves
With tranquility you began to breathe | |
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Posted: 6/2/2005 3:45:25 PM | Ode to addiction
With anticipation
I turn it on
Hoping to post a word or a song
Hoping others will post too
Eagerly hopping from thread to thread
Ignoring the fact
It is time for bed
Up early tomorrow
Really don't care
Just want to write
And post somewhere
Slowly the eyelids begin to droop
Sleep overtakes you
Slowly you slump
Over the keyboard
Conscious no more
'Till you slip off the chair
And fall on the floor.
Happened hahahah
Will not stay on the comp too long will not stay on the comp too long will not stay on the comp too long | |
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Posted: 6/2/2005 5:07:48 PM | I'll Have the Grilled cow, Medium with A-1 and the Potato thingies, with a side of Slaw please................ I thought you said this was an Eatery. ok , next poet. I like this place...............    | |
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Posted: 6/2/2005 7:04:54 PM | Yuh...but you wouldn't want to eat anything served in here, pardner. If you can smell what the Goat is cooking, your sinuses are already damaged.
Howdy, Magicsexman...welcome to the barn. I like this place too. Did you know it's a year old today? It's true.
Here we go with the celebratory poem:
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A Barn By Any Other Name
No Amish were involved in building this barn
It all happened so accidentally one fine night
Goat poetry needed a home and an old, rickety barn
Seemed to be just the place for it
It hasn’t always been a barn nor a shed or anything
But a thread with a goat’s name in the title
A newly-imposed policy forced a name change
And Tickettoride provided just the right inspiration
It became a barn – where else would a stinky goat be?
Where else would poetry reside in a Saskatchewan mind?
What else is so rustic and welcoming than an old barn
Leaning away from the wind?
A proper poem would have been the thing to celebrate
Such a thing, but this anniversary snuck up so quietly
That it had to take the sound of sweet Breathing
To reacquaint and reorient attention to it
It has been a year since this old barn was raised
No tools were used in the process, nor any Amish hands
Only poets and their fine poems keep this place alive
Bumped to the top of the page, as it has for 365 days
Thanks, eh – for all of your help, fellow barn-dwellers
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Special thanks to Breathing for reminding me what day it is today...I tend to lose track.
This is pretty much a post n' run...things to get done before tomorrow...urgh.
Thanks to all who stopped by and posted on this almost-historic day. I'll see you all tomorrow. G'night. | |
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Posted: 6/3/2005 5:15:03 AM | Hi all..
Congrats Goat on a year of posting your wonderful works...I luv reading your words and want to continue to read them for a long time more...
Breathing dear, my days have been filled with my new guy, and my mind hasn't been creative, I really haven't sat down to think, I have this weekend alone, so I will try to create some new things and hopefully post here in the next few days, but I am always around reading and taking in the wonderful works posted..
Anyway have a great day....and we will talk to you soon...
Miz | |
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Posted: 6/3/2005 12:53:21 PM | On a spending spree today
I'd like everyone to know
I slurged and bought a splendid
Summer Gazebo
I shall have garden parties
Just like our Gracious Queen
Cream cakes and cups of tea
Quite the social scene
I shall have rousing parties
With alcoholic cheer
Invite the whole neighbourhood
To sip on wine and beer
I am very please
To add this to my home
It is a positive addition
Really raises the tone
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Posted: 6/3/2005 5:09:49 PM | Hey hey all....
It seems love is in the air this spring/summer.....You will be missed campfire Dave, your writes have been great!
Glad life is swell for you Miz ..I will watch for your words when they touch these walls.
Pickles-- relaxing in the Gazebo on a sunny spring day.
And Dearest Goat... you constructed this barn with loving words, a gifted heart and such incredible wit. You are some sweet ;-)
---- C minor ----
I’m attending today
To see a proper boy play
Recital number three
Fingers on the keys
Dad to the left
He knows his son will perform
His life for him
A duet they will do
Slender and upright
Proper boy looses his heart
His fingers give life
A young boy of nine
One hundred years ahead of his time
You feel tinkering faeries
Float from his eyes
You taste the deep thunder of his heart
Tiny and hungry his song
Father straightens his back
For he is hungry too
With age his taste buds have numbed
He does not recognize the flavour
Unsure of the heat
Fingers burn in the flame
With fear he pulls back
He shrinks inside
He has disappointed them again
He looks to his son
Ahh, yes
His boy knows the recipe
He resolves
Today is not his day
He’ll let his son play | |
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Posted: 6/3/2005 8:02:49 PM | Evenin'. Another busy week is at an end, thank God. Good to see alla you guys here tonight, posting and creating and just hanging around.
Congrats to CampfireDave to finding a significant other out there. I still like that name of yours, pardner...I can smell the woodsmoke and hear the harmonica drifting across the lake. Good fortune, Dave...seize life and live large. Good to have you in the barn while you were here.
Miz...there you are. I was wondering about you and now I know. You're doing fine, just a little creatively depleted. Well, come on back when you feel inspired. Your corner is always there for you.
Rory...you still amaze me. I wish I could write like you and you're right -- I need a year off or ten to recapture my essence. Work is sucking my will to live at times. Urgh.
Pickles...you are equally amazing. And amusing. You're still one-a my favourites here.
Breathing...ah, you. You know how I feel about you and your words, but you never believe me. You are brilliant. Don't argue.
Did I get everyone? Think so...if I forgot anyone, let me know. I'm a little dense at times.
Okay, a poem is next. Stay tuned. | |
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Posted: 6/3/2005 8:11:06 PM | Okay..here it is:
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Bleating Into the Wind
What can be a topical poem today?
Something light and airy
Or something kinda scary?
Maybe I’ll just fumble about
In my head and fight with doubt
And pick up some stanzas on the way
Poetry is everywhere, poets say
It’s in the quality and volume of farts
Or stuffed into people’s soft spork parts
Or it all can be in the clouds so calm and grey
If these are all hiding places for little poems
I see them all the time, yet I still don’t know ‘em
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And here I go...g'night! | |
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Posted: 6/4/2005 1:06:28 AM | Goat's Cadence
his harmony
his beat
of words
that never retreat
from the mind
that is always on time
his poetry
always swaying
haiku
to the time
to the beat
not always to rhyme
rhythm
sincere
path to the soul
of a goat
that dances
with style
no shame
to his game
a dance
that has a beat
the is never ending
that does not cheat
your thirst
for his
cadence
==always will love you goat==no matter where i am==no matter where i set down my words==i will always remember==what you gave me personally.
to the day
sunny as it is
the barn has this feel
of surrending charm
that is by far
an enchanment
only to those
who are sincere
in their knowledge
that this goat
that dwells
surely
smells
of charm
wit
and musical sequences
Always - Zee Spirited Wolf | |
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Posted: 6/4/2005 4:28:28 AM | Good Morning fellow barn dwellers...
I have missed you guys, been here occasionally to observe but the mind hasn't created, but then again, I haven't forced it..lol
I am glad to see everyone is doing good, and that the wonderful works are still pouring in...I to have a post for today, it started yesterday and I just finished it...
I am happy so don't know why this came out, maybe cause my guy was going to be spending the weekend with his family for his sons bday and staying at the ex's...lol...maybe thats it...just a little humour to add today..
anyway enjoy and I will be back later on...luv all you guys...
High Alert
He said that he needed and loved only me
That he would always show me and let me see
No matter what I did or what happened in life
We would always be together as husband and wife
We could overcome anything dropped our way
He would always be faithful and never stray
Together until the end two in a pact
Faithful loving and true that was a fact
I felt so loved, wanted only him in my life
Was grateful and honored he took me as his wife
Until the day came that shook me by surprise
The day the dark clouds came upon the eerie skies
It was like the skies were trying to tell me
To help open my eyes to help me see
That the man I thought he was inside
Wasn’t the truth and to me he had lied
I saw him the other day across the street
Looking like he had someone to meet
My female intuition was on high alert
Along came a gorgeous female in a short skirt
At first he didn’t really look at her in any way
Until she walked on by with a wink and a sway
Off he went and followed her around the bend
Mighty evil looks his way I did send
I followed to see what was going on there
Watching them go up two flights of stairs
Peaking inside I had to bite my lip
There he was pumping away grabbing her hips
Anger flared inside my head screaming to run
As I placed my hand in my purse and pulled out the gun
Storming inside seeing them flee
Gave me such an overwhelming sense of glee
Aiming the gun at his mistress watching her cry
Hearing him ask me beg me to tell him why
Your words and promises were all just lies
You didn’t even work it out didn’t even try
So because of that this is your fate
I am here to take away your playmate
And torment you each day of your life
As the women you took that day to be your wife
You screwed up big time dear one
As I changed the aim and pulled the gun
Look of bewilderment crossed your face
As you stumbled to the ground falling in place
Agony came over your face tears of loss fell
As you realized your life would be living hell
Without your toy to play with each day
There was nothing in life to make you stay
Shrill little laugh came out of my lips
As I place the gun back in my purse at my hips
You shouldn’t have been with that evil witch
Because of her you paid dearly at the hands of this biatch
So the moral of this story is this
Never think a female cant shoot and will miss
And that you’re safe to chase anything in a skirt
If she has pms and a gun you better be on high alert...
Miz
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Posted: 6/4/2005 7:21:01 AM | Wowie, Miz, that's powerful stuff!
*takes a few steps back into the shadows, just in case* | |
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Posted: 6/4/2005 7:28:10 AM | Don feel too good today
Pounding head and aches and pains
Code in by node
Coffin away
Really sore throat
Even my coffee
Doesn't taste great
Swallow more advil
Head back to bed
Snarf
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Posted: 6/4/2005 11:03:04 AM | lmao I can't believe I got that kind of response...to funny...
Pickles me in your thoughts, I don't know if that's a good thing or bad thing for either of us...lol
Agent, you never have to fear me hun, your to cute and talented.....
I am a sweet angel , no harm will come from me, plus I am not a big pms'er...lol
take care all for now..
Miz | |
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Posted: 6/4/2005 11:24:59 AM | it was all in fun, there are many dark stories out there, and unfortunatly bad happens, what I wrote was poetry sorry if it offended you but I am sure there are many other poems out there that depict life stronger and more graphically then what I have written, and if you read any of my work you know that is normally not what I write about.....
the applause wasn't necessarily for what I wrote, it was mainly for how I wrote it and how I got things across....it wasn't applause for the topic in hand...
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Posted: 6/4/2005 1:53:57 PM | Hey Miz
If I had had your talent I would have written those words.
Unfaithful men and women rank lower on the decency scale than Dggy doo.
I'm gonna change my name to Lorenna Bobbit hahahahaha
Love you Babes
MUAH 
Pickles | |
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