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Posted: 6/12/2005 10:12:36 AM | blessings on this sunday....amen to ya Goat....amen... ;-) I hope the rest of you dwellers are well?
Seven children in a marble tent
The sign reads
Grandparents for rent
Now you’re makin some loot
You bought a doll
Oh so cute
Hair of medusa you say
Trapped
In a garage of toys you play?
A truck all shiny and white
For the little boys
One day you’ll buy a trike
You created Disneyland
A playground in your home
I try to understand
What need they fill?
As you blow bubbles do you reach
Searching for a moment to be still? | |
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Posted: 6/13/2005 6:47:14 PM | Howdy all. I just had a fit of inspiration and created a poem. Since I have nothing else tonight apart from a haiku, I'll just post it here.
Hope that certain person doesn't mind that I do. Then again if I worried about what other people think about what I did, I wouldn't be half as charming as I am now. Right? Right.
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Physical Evidence Supporting the Hypothesis
There was a box in the mail
A simple, plain thing
From someone so dear and so distant
That she lived almost entirely in my mind
Though I knew better and understood
She really does
Breathe and create and loves me
Horns, hooves and all
Inside the box were treasures beyond words
Books she had touched and read and had sat by her
For untold years
A photo taken twenty years ago
The lines I now lovingly follow in her smile
Weren’t there at all in that photo
Her eyes, then grey and brilliant
Were distant and somewhere else
Now they’re blue-green and
Are right now in the moment
Burning with intelligence, with heart
With deep wisdom
More than the girl in the photo would imagine
These are things she touched, she held onto
I’m sure she did not know then why
Or where
These things were destined to end up
Surely not under the eyes of an old goat
She is real
And she’s coming home
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Okay...time for the three SH's...shit, shower and shave. Wish me luck....g'night! | |
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Posted: 6/13/2005 6:59:57 PM | ahhhh …hello…..evening all .....
Dearest charming Goat..... A very special Goaty hug for you –
That certain person does not mind, if fact--- She is honoured by your words, your Goaty heart… and your brilliant soul ……
She looks to me
Blond hair
A small being
Melting in the sun
Her eyes hold mine
Briefly
A tiny soul
Feels the wind
She is silent
Hands open
One moment
Inside the heart
Youth beats gently
Her innocence
Resting softly
On the grass | |
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Posted: 6/13/2005 8:50:41 PM | Goat and breathing, these forums always have a surprise or two for me each day. This time, it's a most delightful surprise. In this vein, something perhaps apropos:
AN EXPECTED GIFT
Grace descends from a mysterious place
when I look upon your incredible face.
The space between this separate blood
is enveloped in calm, the flood
of gathered emotion unsurpassed by thought
as I marvel at life's simplicity other times sought
in ridiculous and futile ways,
compounded illusion sometimes for days.
With you, speech is a benediction;
your sweet voice without friction
gives deeper meaning to your eyes' sheen
their light's constancy a marvel I've seen
in insouciant children and old folks
composed and composing their cosmic joke,
a chiding of death's enfeebled sting;
your sounds likewise an affirming ring
of lightness for the ever-juggled fortunes
this life reveals and importunes
while I remain with our presence
joyfully conscious of the negation of distance. | |
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Posted: 6/14/2005 3:58:24 AM | I agree Rory, always surprises in this old barn...but good ones...I had a feeling, and am so happy...lol
here is an older poem of mine to add some more love into the barn....
When I look at you
I see perfection
Even though you
Disagree
Your eyes are like
Two pools of the ocean
Drawing me in
Making me go deep
Your voice reminds me
Of an angels harp
Playing sweet music
To ease my pain
Your smile reminds me
Of the sun's rays
That turns the dark days
Bright and clear
Your hands remind me
Of the healer in god
When you caress my skin
I am so alive
Your body is like a temple
Built in ancient Rome
I want so much to
Worship you all night
Your heart
So full of love
Is rarer and more valuable
Then the most expensive diamond
To me your perfection
No others eyes can see
My own little treasure
To love, cherish, and adore.....
Unexpected Love
Don’t know where it came from
Wasn’t looking at all
Almost knocked me off my chair
When you came to call
I looked at your face
So vibrant and alive,
Knowing that you and I would someday be
Husband and wife
Don’t ask me how I know
The feeling is just so strong
There is nothing or no one that
Can make me think it’s wrong
When I hear your voice
Or see your smiling face
I know that through all my pain
You’re my home my safe place
My haven of happiness
Dreams and abundant love
Can only come from one place
From the heavens above
Years of loneliness and pain
No longer fill my thoughts
With you always by my side
I will never feel that lost
My love so tender and true
Angel of my heart
We will always be together
Our strong love will never part.....
Ok had to post two couldnt help it, carry one over for tomorrow....lol
take care all my thoughts are always on the dwellers of the barn...
Miz
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Posted: 6/14/2005 6:42:47 AM | Untitled Act I
No one understands my pain,
It is too late for me now,
If I only knew.
I've seen many people on my path,
All are the same,
Just different faces and places,
All have come, and all have gone.
Oh how I wish they could stay,
There are so many things I wish to say,
But they are gone,
I am alone again.
Alone I must my battles,
I am very scarred,
I am tired,
I do not wish to fight no more,
I have nothing to live for.
Death is always near,
Waiting, lurking and tempting,
To sleep is die,
To wake is to live.
I have made my decision,
I shall sleep,
A note to all I leave:
Forgive me for leaving soon,
Unfortunately, I have weight on my shoulders,
I can not bear.
Always remember to love each other,
Remember now, I shall no longer suffer.
Understand, I did not burden anyone,
So this secret I kept,
But alone I wept.
Soon I shall sleep,
Scared I am,
But I know the weight will be soon lifted,
Where I go from here I do not know,
May be Heaven or may be Hell,
I can not tell.
Do not weep for me,
Simply know now, I sleep.
Comment:
The poem as you probably guessed is about doing the ultimate act on ones self. I'll let your imagination guess what it is. I saw a poem on another forum about the same topic; I thought I would dedicate this to those who have gone before us. | |
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Posted: 6/14/2005 7:03:50 AM | Untitled Act II
Now I shall sleep,
Alone, I shall no longer weep,
Why do I feel weird?
Why do I feel wrong?
I do not know.
I hear a voice,
It is telling me something,
That I have choice,
To sleep and to never know what life has to offer,
To wake and to see how blessed I am.
I hear a voice,
It is telling me something,
That I have a choice,
Many love me and many would miss me,
It is asking me to not go.
I hear a voice,
It is telling me something,
That I have choice,
It is telling me it loves me so,
Please do not go.
I hear a voice,
It is telling me something,
Simply call my name,
Alone you shall never be,
Call my name,
The stars shall look over thee.
Hard times have come upon you,
By your side I shall always be,
But remember to call my name and you shall see.
I noticed temptation has come to thee,
But here today,
Temptation shall answer to me,
Here in my heart with me,
You shall always be,
I will never lose sight of thee,
Armed and guarded by my eternal love.
Now go back to your family,
Let them know your weight,
Please know, you they do not hate.
Go back to your friends,
To them you are utmost special,
Know that their love for you has no end. | |
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Posted: 6/14/2005 6:54:38 PM | Hi all,
Been enjoying the weather, trying to lose the winter gut. Busy, busy. Popped in to say hi and do some quick reading-wonderful stuff as always. I have no poem to share currently, haven't set still long enough for the mind to let loose.
And Goat...the Book of Goat is still kickin' it! Always good for a smile.
Gotta go, take care everyone,
Kobold | |
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Posted: 6/14/2005 7:40:57 PM | Welcome back, Kobold. You've been missed. Two days in a row of great news from the Barn.
LIGHT IN AUGUST
It seems we attract who we are,
or what we're feeling,
how else explain your surprising presence
in front of my blessed senses
as if you'd been dropped before my eyes
by some munificent god
and my peace is doubled and redoubled
when you thoughtfully speak
or when your radiant features
brighten upon themselves
in that gracefully slow and subtle
manner culminating in a smile
both sexual and innocent,
not enigmatic like the Mona Lisa,
but frank and engaging so that, mesmerized,
I can never remember when it fades,
or if, in essence, it does at all,
even when you're startled, or a cloud
passes in front of your eyes
or your body registers the day's
stresses and annoyances, there's an undershooting
abiding grace and peace. | |
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Posted: 6/14/2005 7:50:20 PM | Hey ya'll.
Kobold! You're alive! Good to see you...y'know, Miz was just asking about you. Good to know you're still doing fine and keeping busy and all. The poetry will come, never fear. The Sunday sermons are still happening -- the Book of Goat is a long, weird interconnected tale and there's no index. There'll always be more. Don't be a stranger, pardner.
A welcome to the American Gentleman...nice pair of poems there. Thanks for bringing them to the barn. They'll hang in a place of honour with so many others...it's a big place, this barn.
And a special thanks to all those who extended good wishes and thoughts to me over the last few days. You guys are the best barn-dwellers a barn could ever hope to have. Bless your hearts. I never expected people to actually read my profile...at first I was wondering how you guys were reading my mind like that and what other secrets have leaked out of there? Well, I'll save you the mind-reading trouble and say nothing goes through my head but boobs, beer and food. Everything else is just static.
Alrighty...a poem:
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Not Much Ado About Very Little
The well is dry today
The bucket just bumps along the stones
Scraping up a bit of moss
Some dirt, an old donut
Or it could be a muffin
God knows
There ain’t no poem here
Or at least not much of one
Even if the bits and pieces were
Impatiently assembled into something
It still doesn’t soar
It crawls, and badly at that
Not even as graceful as a slug
Who has the presence of mind
(Just barely)
To excrete mucous and slide along it
Now who wouldn’t want to travel like that?
Sure beats taking the bus, all right
One last dip of the galvanized vessel
And it comes up with a rock
There ain’t nothing in the well tonight
A spell of rain and maybe a flood
Will fix that all up
Eventually the words will be there
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Now, if that poem was a hobo it would be the quiet one that's always licking his lips and looking in two directions at once. Dunno where that came from...I think I need to sleep.
Take care of yourselves. Hugs and handshakes and I will see you tomorrow. G'night. | |
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Posted: 6/14/2005 8:06:35 PM | This place is filled with love. You guys are swell ya know ;-) I’m glad I stumbled upon this old barn.
It is funny what you find when you are not looking: A charming smelly goat resting under a bale of hay....
Rory… Your talent is alive on the page…I wish I had the talent you hold…
Miz ... There is so much heart in your words
Kobold...a howdy doo to you and hope to see your words around here soon
Hello to Americangentleman--- like the writes you left in this ole barn
Well folks ….good night and sleep well
Subtle shades of her years
Charcoal and graphite
Strokes across the page
A memory brought to life
She follows the contours
Sketching quiet mountains of blue
Meadows coloured with fear
Creativity
Drifting in the grass
She murmurs to the day
Her tears
Drop in the palms of lupines
Watching days pass
Her muscles worn
She is blanketed by the wind
She pauses
Beneath her feet
Pebbles in the sand
Tracing her history
She whispers to the night | |
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Posted: 6/14/2005 8:30:31 PM | | breathing, just had to stop back in and say that ^^^ was a stunning poem. Thank you. | |
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Posted: 6/14/2005 9:32:11 PM | Ya know
I just thought...hadda havva go
At POEMS
That were from the heart
Sensitive
Like Rory's or Breathing's
But................
The word "fart"
Is so dear to my heart
It trumpets it's meaning
With absolute feeling
Aroma's are paint peeling
Up to the ceiling
Down to the floor
Please...........................
Don't fart anymore
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Posted: 6/15/2005 6:36:37 PM | I'll just wade through this interesting smell and post a poem.
Post n' run...here we go:
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Double Jeopardy
When you want to stump a Jeopardy contestant
Just ask them a Canadian question
Last night, three reasonably intelligent people
Were struck dumb by one question:
“A city that was named Pile of Bones
“Is now the capital of Saskatchewan.”
One of them bravely answered “Moose Jaw”
And should have been slapped for it too
Even Ken Jennings would have choked on that one
But not a simple person from Saskabush
Then, the contestants were all American
And can’t be blamed for their utter ignorance
At least they weren’t the types that spend
All their money on undershirts and lottery tickets
With their voices too raspy
From yelling at their many illegitimate children
But that’s a little mean
There are at least a few Canadians
That couldn’t answer that question
And spend lots of time in undershirts
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Yuk. Sorry about that. I'm feeling weird in my old age...I'll feel better after I do some - y'know - bidness. My brain is a bit muzzy because of my high-fibre diet.
Okay...see you tomorrow, eh. | |
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Posted: 6/15/2005 8:10:34 PM | Goat
I feel for you
This abomination must cause you
Borborigmi
Can we do
Anything to make you
Feel more understood
Somewhat better,feel good?
For I am sure in Saskabush
Y'all have understood
That the US appreciation
Of our Superior nation
Sticks in their craw
Need I say more?????????????? | |
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Posted: 6/15/2005 8:42:24 PM | TRIBUTE TO RALPH GUSTAFSON
Joy is what one wants.
Whether it's with you in the Rockies,
Italy or Quebec,
you take there whoever
is fortunate or perspicacious enough
to pluck one of your volumes from the loneliest
section of the bookstore always:
"Poetry" or "Canadiana",
the patrons' eyes glaze
as if coming across a rude
warning sign in a foreign language.
At twenty, I rode my bike
zigzagging through side-streets and lanes
and with summer's sweat baptizing me
entered a bookstore and scooped
up your "Corners In The Glass"
for a buck. Back home,
the shaded sun-drunk trees
overarching and joining
in celebratory waves,
and me reading your Ostinato's
"redpolls and snow", ecstasy
increased with its own consciousness. | |
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Posted: 6/15/2005 10:06:13 PM | I've missed you guys! Seems there's not enough time in the day to do what you want.
Yes Goat-lol-I'm still alive and kickin' !
I sat and just relaxed a bit from my long day, came up with this one:
Live
I still dream,
Every now and then,
About my future,
And where I been.
At times its rough,
But I roll on through,
Remaining steadfast,
And to myself be true.
Life is what you make it,
I believe this with my heart,
And every day I wake,
It’s with this thought I start.
No matter how bad it seems,
It could always be worse,
Stop and think about it,
And don’t live life like a curse.
Live life to its fullest,
Sow into life good seed,
Reap from it a joy,
From misery be freed.
Dare to dream dreams,
And strive to make them reality,
If you do this life will be better,
Try it and you will see.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 6/16/2005 3:53:18 AM | Hey Kobold sweets, missed you....I was asking if anyone had seen or heard from you and bammmmm there you are....lol..you must of sensed we were wondering about you..
Glad to see your still around and as poetic as always,no matter what you write about, your talent always shines through....well done hun...
Well I thought I would stop on in and say hi....got somethings floating around in the brain, not sure if they are actual thoughts or brain particales...lol
so to all my friends in the barn,have a great day and we shall pop in later for a peak and a post....
Miz  | |
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Posted: 6/16/2005 5:19:17 AM | ok here is my post, I actually did have thoughts in my head...lol....this just came to me so must share ....
Two hearts equal one soul
She is as soft as freshly fallen snow
He is as hard as granite stone
She is an angel with her wings attached
He is the devil who watches your back
She is soft spoken barely able to hear her
He is as loud as the fog horn on the shore
She is all gentleness and calm
He is rough and the eye of the storm
She is the listener that takes it all in
He is the talker tall tales he spins
She is the passion in their lives
He is the fire that burns inside
She is the heart in this pact
He is the soul that keeps them intact
Two equals one the ratio is true
Hearts beating together the love of me and you…
Miz | |
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Posted: 6/16/2005 11:27:52 AM | u all are so funny i have recently been trying to read all these poems and goat is the best and funniest, ill try to read up more often when my times allows behavin i love the poem very touching in a passionate way ill try to come up with a poem tomorrow and maybe goat can help me get started
lilred
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Posted: 6/16/2005 12:01:12 PM | Welcome to the barn lilred...
yes our goat is very funny, one of a kind just like the rest of the barn dwellers, we each add something unique to the barn and we like it that way....
I am sure you will find something to write about, creativity seems to flow at the barn...enjoy the reads they are sure interesting...
and thanks for the kind words ...
Miz | |
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Posted: 6/16/2005 3:36:11 PM | Hello all you barn dwellers….The sweet smell of the barn…
Pickles …..Good to see you. How was Ottawa?
I could not have said it better ~ The smell of a goat fart~ … mmmmm
Welcome to you Lilredcoyote …... love the name ;-) hope to see your thoughts here soon.
Hey Rory- thank you for your generous words. --- Brilliant is Light in August
Miz –how is it going? You always leave your heart on the page…keep doing what you do!
Koblad - Great to see your words and you here
And dearest Goat….You are an inspiration to many with your wit, your charm and your heart.
I hope you all have a good night, see yas all tomorrow
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Aroma of cedar on your bow
Licorice on your bark
Sweet and warm
I touch leaves
Softly opening
I settle upon roots
Fresh the scent
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Posted: 6/16/2005 6:10:45 PM | Hey ya'll...good to see you guys here. A special welcome back to Kobold...you still have the words, pardner. Missed ya.
And a greeting to Coyote. Thanks for the kind words, but this ol' barn wouldn't stand without the great talent in here. I'm just the custodian here...well, actually I'm the Bizarro-custodian since I leave my goat-droppings all over here and other people make them smell better with their fine poems.
Inspiration is everywhere. Why, take this one I plucked from my mushy brain:
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A Quiet Goaty Moment
I overheard a moralist speaking today
About the church and marriage and the rights of gays
He seemed to have a handle on what God likes
And eve what is good for all our little tykes
So, in between my listening and his talking
I imagined him lying dead in torn fishnet stockings
But he wouldn’t be dead from simple, chronic masturbation
He would have succumbed to extreme autoerotic asphyxiation
Furthermore, if I could be so unnecessarily crass
He would also have a pound of carrots shoved up his ass
Fortunately, I’m not the type that speaks his mind
To people who pound more than their bibles in their spare time
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I get annoyed when I hear people who seem to have God's direct line. I rarely say anything, but that one guy was trying to be a religious leader but no one wanted to follow him.
Go figure.
Anyway...enough goat-pontification tonight. That's what Sundays are for, right? Yar.
See you guys tomorrow.
(PS: Breathing...I loves your poems. You're still my favourite)
(PPS: Miz! Nice one!)
(PPS: Hi Rory...you still have that poetic-sense. I wish I have what you got) | |
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Posted: 6/16/2005 7:59:47 PM | ^^^^^Man oh Man oh Man
THat was so ON
Goat TY
These ***hole*s that we call a Federal Government are a joke
And as for these so called "Moralists" gak yuk barf glommmmm
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