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Posted: 6/4/2005 2:01:14 PM | thanks pickles and girl you got talent...you could of written those words to, your way is just different then mine....
it isn't necessarily about shooting someone, its just about defending yourself and not being lied and cheated on....
I suppose everyone who reads poetry see's things differently.....we each have our own interpretation of what we read and there is nothing wrong with that, but we should all try to understand someone else's point of view to....we don't have to agree but we should be open..
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Posted: 6/4/2005 5:22:59 PM | Howdy all. Good to see ya'll here in ye olde barne today.
Hey, Miz...I liked your High Alert poem. It's a well-done cautionary tale and I enjoyed every stanza. Never raise your hand to a woman, fellas...it leaves your groin unprotected. I remember reading that quote somewhere, so I can't take credit for it. I would encourage Fid Copya to write a poem about the male version of it...a cautionary tale of revenge by putting sand in the vaseline and kerosene in the KY Jelly. Say...kerosene and vaseline rhymes...hmm..
Sorry that Pickles is feeling a little under the weather today. Get well, you. Snarf..snerk..glug...
Howdy to Agent and Longte...good to see you fellas again. I see Longte has made his voyage and come back to us. How'd it go, pardner?
And Spirited Wolf...thanks so much for that. You were instrumental to the raising of this old barn and you will always remain my favourite poet and most valuable friend. I don't know what I gave you, but if it is the same thing you gave me -- the trust in my own words -- you're welcome but you already had that gift. Namaste, my friend. Thanks again.
And what do I have for today? Let's see...
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The Caution Trucks
The sign was a little misleading
“Caution Trucks Turning”
There was not a truck to be seen
Cautious or otherwise
Do caution tucks use their engine retarder breaks
More than others?
Are they more prone to turning
Suddenly and without warning?
Slowly plodding their way through
The deserted university area
Performing a slow, lumbering arc
At any given moment
Heedless of any traffic
Almost driverless or at least senseless
Carrying empty loads of dispatcher brains
As they turn cautiously
Mowing down anyone in their paths
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Meh...a little flat, huh? Ah, well. It's been many days since I've seen the sun in this great flat land. Gets me to feeling blah at times.
Well, tomorrow is Sunday. Be ready for a sermon from the Book of Goat. It's the sermon of champions!!! Or at least the non-religious who are barely dressed at the time church is in session.
See you tomorrow, eh. | |
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Posted: 6/4/2005 5:30:40 PM | Goat..you are with out a doubt...wierd hahaha
Love it 
Wrote this on another thread but this seems like home
Mary had a little flask
It was her dirty secret
She kept it hidden, out of sight
In the downstairs toilet
When she would go out with the Lambs
She always took it with her
It helped her cope with many a
Wierd Ovis's behaviour
To my fave Goat | |
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Posted: 6/4/2005 8:27:56 PM | dunes restoration...wetland restoration...learn about geology...
walk on the beach...pick up the shells the oyster drills have made ready to be strung...
squinting ever so very hard to find those shark teeth...after the sun has gone down...
but just enough light to make out the shapes as the water washes over the broken shells...
almost dark...or are my eyes just getting old....must be darkness....for I can't imagine ever getting "old"...
weeding...edging...blisters...chai tea...the real stuff....nonfat condensed milk....peanutbutter toast..chip sani..
sunshine...surfable waves....saturday...:-).... the 4th day of hurricane season | |
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Posted: 6/5/2005 4:13:40 AM | good morning all..
there are a few who have read this post in the contest forum, but I thought I would post it here anyway....
Thanks goat for always having my back, your words always encourage me to go on and create whatever comes out, that doesn't sound to good...lol..kinda sounds like a goat thing happening...oh well....I suppose if you hang out in a barn for to long you start to pick up some bad habits...lol
Has anyone seen kobold?, wonder where he is lurking these days, I miss that guy....
Anyway....take care and I will talk to you all later...luv ya guys...
Daddy Dearest
Can I ride with Jack Tonight?
No you said that boy‘s no good
So you and I end up in a fight
Jack got into an accident
Drove when he had been drinking
Ended up losing his life
And killing 3 more, he hadn’t been thinking
Daddy Dearest
Can I go to Marcie’s party tonight?
No you said that girls no good
So you and I end up in a fight
The police came to her house
Drugs had been found
Marcie was hiding in the closet
After being raped not making a sound
Daddy Dearest
Can I go spend some time in D.C?
No you said that ideas no good
So you and I end up in a fight
Terrorists attacked with bombs
The planes had been blown down
Many people had been hurt
Others killed their bodies never found
Daddy Dearest
I want to marry bill he seems all right
No you said that mans no good
So we end up in a fight
Bill got arrested
Seems he beat and abused his wife
Finally something was done about it
The day he took her life
Daddy Dearest
Now that you’re fighting your last fight
Thank you for steering me towards the good
Because of your guidance I will be all right
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Posted: 6/5/2005 4:37:39 AM | Still great to read Miz
Hi Goat and everyone
First part of the voyage has been delayed it seems
Been away in Hong Kong, chasing money dreams
My visas here, but tickets not, should be ready any day
Then I'll have the chance, to finally sail away
Been looking at that big blue bit, between us and The States
Lots of water inbetween, of land theres not a trace
Watching, learning carefully as storms develope there
Somehow in this Dragons mind, a sharp tickle of fear
But it's an opportunity, I can't let go to waste
Another chance to test myself, before it's all too late
One last trip to Hong Kong, then good old USA
At the moment, as it stands, be there on Friday
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Posted: 6/5/2005 4:42:37 AM | hiya longte....good to hear from you, glad things are going well, and we miss your words around here....
come back safely with many stories to tell, as I am sure you will have....
Miz | |
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Posted: 6/5/2005 7:54:58 AM | Morning all – there are some mighty fine poets here in this barn…..
hi ya Miz- you weave fine tales.
Pickles -you make me laugh- you and your flask… ;-)
Sukari- I love the images you leave here.
Spirited wolf- Your words hold truth
Longte- Great travels to you and your words
And Dearest Goat….. you know my heart holds you close
I hope your Sunday is good and well
Gently I welcome the day
Simply sipping tea
Quietly I take a seat
Waiting on a bale of hay
For the sermon to begin
For it is Sunday
Psalms are to be read
The book of goat begins | |
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Posted: 6/5/2005 8:04:00 AM | What a fine introduction, Breathing m'dear. I shall get into it right away then:
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Psalm 909 – The Book Of Goat
Blessed be the pork products
Heavily laden with fat and salt
That are to be partaken on Sunday morn
Blessed be the smell and the pop and sizzle
Of some fine side bacon
Or, better still, peameal back bacon
It is nothing short
Of a meat producer’s Miracle
It makes Thy Lard Moist
(Actually it makes Him as wet as spring – feast on that visual)
Blessed be the little breakfast sausages
Almost blackened to the point of
Disfigurement
And smothered with Heinz of any kind
Purple, green or Classic Red
Yea, I will walk through the Valley of Pork
I will fear no hypertension
For Mine is the kingdom of a Cast Iron Stomach
The backyard of such held sway
By the Power of the Mighty Colon, eliminating all
Keeping Thy Lard pure
(Well, as pure as He can be)
‘Tis only once a week thy Lard feeds like this
The other six days are filled with bran
And unadorned sandwiches, free of taste
But not free of some very Wicked Farts
Blessed be the bacon
And, if thou cometh over for Brekkie
Bring another package for thyself
For thy Lard eats it off the grill
The second-degree burns to the roof of His mouth
Is soooooo worth it
Amen
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Please be seated...oops...never mind. Stand up. No, wait...siddown...ah, shit...do what you want...
Let's eat, eh.
First, the meet and greets:
Pickles...thanks much, my mind is an odd thing these days..most days, actually. "Mary Had a Little Flask" -- JayZUS! That was a good 'un. You don't mind if I keep that in my scrapbook? Cool.
Hello Sukari...good to see you here again. I can tell what you've been up to and can feel the images when you write. Sounds like you're having a more interesting time there than I am here. Good to know you're still hale and hearty.
Miz...always got yer back. You write well and your poems quite often have a complete tale to tell. Mine are usually fragmented, rambled, jambled things that sound good at the time. You have stories and a way to work the words into them. It's always good to see you here.
And where is Kobold these days? Hmm...
Longte...the voyage is not yet? Well, it sounds like you have the determination and the gumption but not the paperwork. Why does that sound like my work? Well, let us kno when you go and when you come back. Bring something back fer us, pardner.
Okay...to feed my face. An entire pig will have been consumed by 12:00 noon today. | |
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Posted: 6/5/2005 8:39:27 AM | This little Piggy went to market
This little piggy stayed at home
This little Piggy had roast beef
This little Piggy had none
And the last little piggy was eaten by Goat
YUM YUM YUM YUM YUM
Great sermon Oh Lardy one and thanks for the kind words | |
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Posted: 6/5/2005 6:25:53 PM | Well, after seeing Goat's response to this poem, I've decided that I otter drop it in here, I mean, after all, it IS a tribute (of sorts) to the manbeast himself. But, as a friendly warning to the other barn dwellers (Miz, Pickles, Rory, Sukari et. al.), you MIGHT want to invest in a bottle or nine of air-freshener.
Here it is:
The Lingering Fart (A Tribute To Goatsmell)
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In memory of our dear friend Goatsmell
I really felt I knew him well
But, alas, this fuzzy creature
Did have one main faulty feature
Just like a switch which could be turned
And hence the gears inside him churned
Turning coffee and sausage alike
Into a mess percolating on the bike
And that rumbling sound from deep inside
Was NOT the sound of a midget who'd died
No, it was something much more obscene
And it had a colour, too, 'twas green
Eventually, our Goat had to blast
The lantern inside just would not hold fast
So with a satisfied smile, he went on his way
Though not so determined to ruin others' day
It just so happened, and behind his back
Due to the release from his very own crack
Coworkers were dropping, very much like some flies
And it happened so quickly, there were no loud cries
Nonchalantly now, he went 'bout his bidness
Enjoying his work, and the blessed quietness
Unknowing of his colleagues downfall
Not even aware that the police too had called
But had come under attack from the greenish hued cloud
The kind of a weapon that would make old Q proud
When his double 0 seven played his own perfect part
And released with precision a long lingering fart.
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Posted: 6/6/2005 4:14:07 AM | Air Freshener's? no way got me a gas mask handy especially for when the goat decides to stop for fast food, we all know what that can do to his system.....lol
Agent you got talent, more talent then someone your age should have...lol share with some of the older ones ok?.. you can weave some mighty fine tales and I am watching you grow in talent, your poems are getting longer and mightier and that is awesome to see....keep it up!!!!!!
Goat thanks for having my back, just watch were those hands are going ok?, wouldnt want to cause some rumours going around...lol..thanks hun, your a wonderful part of my life and heart, your words have helped me grow as a poet myself and for that I thank you
I thank everyone here who has read my stuff and have commented on them, your words helped me along the way and I am so grateful I found the barn to linger and play....
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Posted: 6/6/2005 7:22:30 AM | ...pokes head in, looks around ...."ahhhh, it never really changes, the paint peels, the wood warps a bit, but the smells are always so much the same....and never very good :)" i've missed it here.....but poetry has escaped me a bit lately, been a bit more of the mind to write long sappy love letters. i'll share what sap of poetry i've writen, though...
all the little things
short surprised laughter
narrow glance
tiny smile
knowing grin
wanting to touch
longing to know
your hand, mine
my lips, yours
every time i want to tell you
how hard it is
for me to resist
telling you.
i'm falling in love with you
this very instant
it's silly
but there's no question
of it being true.
but i can't jeopardize
the small spaces in time
i get to spend with you.
don't think i'm naive..
just know i'm falling and i don't want to land....
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The gift I'd give you
If I had only one gift I could give to you,
I'd give the gift of seeing yourself true.
I'd let you see the man that I see,
All you are, all you can be.
The man that you are, deep down inside,
The beautiful soul you could never hide.
The wonderful heart,
The brain so very smart.
So happy, so silly, so sweet and so kind,
The amazing body, soul, heart and mind.
...i've missed it here with you, my goaty friend....but to make ammends for my long absence, i've brought you leftover bbq and some fine german beer....with styrofoam to eat afterwards. eat up love :) | |
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Posted: 6/6/2005 3:16:39 PM | Hell all you barn yard friends...
....The Sunday sermon started my day off on the right foot, or the left foot… either way, it brightened my day…As you always do, Sweet Goat ;-)
Well done Agent!! Ya haves talent ....the smell of goat farts... hmmmm
Hello Kotagirl....some heartfelt writes you have ----- This barn is a fine place ~ indeedy doo!
Not much floating in this odd brain of mine …see you all later
Sugar crystals of the heart
Sweetness of lemons
Feelings drip juice
Ice melting on lips
Pulp tickles the tongue
Quenching the thirst
Liquid trickles of the day | |
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Posted: 6/6/2005 3:39:14 PM | hey pickles...welll, uhmmm ....amazing gee...a little warped and bent perhaps, but....
Thank you, you are so kind! :) Your words always make me smile and ponder this life.... | |
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Posted: 6/6/2005 7:22:47 PM | Ok
Monday night
What to do
Don't wanna cook
Nor do you
Lucy's has all you can eat
Mussels
In different sauces
For 7.99
You can dine
And indulge in your favourite shellfish
So we started with tomato and Chipolite
Lovely and spicy I must say
Moved onto White wine and Garlic
Breath now is quite delightful
Then Curry and Coconut
A little too sweet
But Lime and Cilantro
The favourite
Waddled home feeling quite replete
Monday Mussels....my favourite treat
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Posted: 6/6/2005 7:22:47 PM | Hello folks. Good to see ya'll here...and a big ol' howdy to Kota. Very good to see you here, my friend. It has been a long time since you smelled the barn...that sorta smell never really leaves your nose and memory, does it? You came back in style too. Thank you so much for your poems....they are honoured.
Breathing...as always...I have no words for you. I'll have to agree with what Pickles said and ask you to come over for tea one day and we'll discuss (or create) some poetry one fine day.
Agent...thanks for bringing that Lingering Fart to the barn. It's a masterpiece. It sill makes me laugh...mostly because it's all true.
Miz...you have helped me grow as a "kinda Poet"...more than you know. I do appreciate your kindness and gratitude and you have mine as well.
Okay...here's one poem for tonight:
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An Urban Hike
A walker walks, the hiker hikes
Hiking doesn't always have to be amongst the trees
Rocks and lakes of unpaved Nature
This city, this slumbering Sunday Saskatchewan city
Was so reverently still that morning
As if waiting for just this traveller
If one walks at half the speed of scent
One can almost taste the entire block
The cautious lavender
The sleepy diesel of a Ford F-350
Clanks awake and coughs black
Coffee is on in some house upwind
Breakfast on its way
That delicious smell of bacon
Mixes with the Ford and brings
A Red Deer truckstop memory
Still, the traveller walks on
Hearing so much, not straining for it
Delivered to him on such soft, grey platters
The sun behind the clouds, all is lit
Almost ethereally, darn near divinely
Casting low shadows
On three miles of life
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There'll be another one coming right up. The special occasion? Well, I gotta go to a thing tomorrow and I may be there for a while. "Who's Line" is in town and I got my ticket.
Okay...another poem is coming. Stay tuned. | |
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Posted: 6/6/2005 7:29:47 PM | I hafta Vacuum
The Sun Room
My dog
Has Chewed her bone
And in this place I call home
Has left it littered
With bits fragmented
And if I walk with bare feet
Bits of bone and smoked meat
Will stick to those feet
EW
Don't want to
Go there
BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
My Vacuum
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Posted: 6/6/2005 7:46:07 PM | Ah, Pickles...if your vacuum can pick that crap up, it really sucks -- if you know what I mean.
You give me the giggle-fits, you do...
Okay...here's another one for tomorrow night:
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Preheated to 400 F and Beaten Senseless
An entire oven lies in the alley
On it's side, it's once enamel finish
Almond no more in the mud
A burner lies near it, coiled in the gravel
Once a lazy snake of red-hot power
But not any more
The glass is knocked out of the door
Cast, glittering speckled in the ground
The only casualty in a private Krystalnacht
The brunt of the impact is on the side facing the sky
A hard, senseless hit
And it must have hurt the hitter as well as the target
I can only imagine the oven's final moments
Being forced to toast single English muffins
Before being so physically assaulted
Before having its parts ripped away
Cast aside in a frenzy to find something inside
But seeing only empty useful space within
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That broken glass was hard to dodge on a fast-moving bike, let me tell you.
Well, I may pop in here tomorrow to see how things are and I may have a haiku -- no promises, though. G'night, eh. | |
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Posted: 6/6/2005 11:21:07 PM | Greetings, Goat-herders. Been a poetry whore the last few days, posting in other threads. The Barn is still tops, though, for camaraderie, quality, and love. Bless you all.
A LONG WALK AND TWO BEERS
My methodical footsteps by the sea
trade rhythms with the lapping waves
and, outside of the distant lights,
nothing is visible. Dormant eyes
fixed ahead; breathing heavy;
limbs torpid; other life absent.
Ominous, a low far-off moan
growing persistent, maddening. I scan
the North Shore lights
blinking an S.O.S.
and imagine a monster casually
wiping aside buildings and cars
like a child starting a new game.
Broad rocks in the tidal pools
by my feet become the defeated backs
of watery burials returned chronically
like a memory fighting for resolution.
The bridge lights string a reflection,
a pinpointed wavering murky sheen.
A guard dog barks menacingly
in the silent gloom of the zoo, the animals
sleeping between continuous shows.
Back downtown people pass
in bland excitement, it's Saturday night.
I hit a bar, order a beer,
read Louis Simpson, and with pitiless vision
regard sharply the excited prophets:
three women talking of ambition
in their office careers; a lout descanting
on superior soccer strategy, lording
the knowledge at his impressionable and bored
date. But I like my waitress,
efficient, pleasant, with deep lines
of care about her eyes and mouth.
She also must know
the value of falling, of dying over
and over, and returning affirmed and wary. | |
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Posted: 6/7/2005 3:53:15 PM | Hi ho to all yee talented souls....
Rory... you wield a mighty pen - your images are sharp and crisp...loved it! I Hope life is treating you well?
Pickles.... What can one say about you...so very witty and wise, you always spice up the menu----love the vacuum
Sweetest goat....breathing is wordless---- I'll take you up on that offer ;-) To share a slow cup of tea and poetic thoughts with the finest goat I know.....deeee vine....
Thanks for sharing your Sunday journey; it was as if I was there beside you--The smell of coffee and bacon on a slow Sunday.
The rain is heavy here--ah well, it is the west coast after all. G'day all
Silent in the tree
Her heart supple
Patient in waiting
Paws gentle
Kneading the bark
Eyes locked on her prey
Crouched she balanced
She wiggled and squirmed
Ready to pounce
Gentle your walk
Your scent she felt
Remembering your touch
Nestled beneath branches
Wind began to rise
Resting on roots
She looked to your eyes
Soft your reach
Effortlessly she leapt
Belly exposed
Stretching in the sun
Nuzzled in your warmth | |
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Posted: 6/7/2005 7:57:42 PM | OK
Ode to a Canadian summer...well sorta
The lingering smell of Chlorine
Mixed with the Beef Burger aroma
Opened the pool today
Had a few people over
Thought the kids could play and swim
While us grownups could get stuck in
To a few brewskies, or wineskies or both
Algae in amounts SO gross
Pool needed a ton of chlorine
Just so the bottom could be seen
Word of warning
Not a pretty sight
Kids and chlorine = Bleached white
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Posted: 6/8/2005 3:49:30 PM | hello ........ The barn is oh so quiet today... are all the barn dwellers napping under bales of hay? ....a small dropping to leave here.....
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Eyes resting on old photos
Contemplating
Sleeping thoughts tucked inside
An old wooden box
Holds memories of a sea breeze
The passage of time
The movement of leaves turning
Falling in the wind
The opening of the heart
The touch of silence within a breath | |
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Posted: 6/8/2005 4:12:18 PM | hi, breathing, and other assorted Barn crew.
SO SOON, SO SOON
Why are we here
if not to give delight
to one another over
and over?
The wise ones we see
daily on the streets
follow themselves
through labyrinths of mirrors
hoping to meet a double--
an ideal lie is their plea.
Only hold me, Love,
we'll fuse light with light,
obliterate solemn musings,
so soon, so soon
to heave and soar. | |
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