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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/2/2005 9:47:48 AM | Hello all. And a big ol' howdy and welcome back to Charmingandsweet, who is now called ... er... something to do with legs..hurm...
Well, from now on I dub thee "Legs" until otherwise notified. Good to see you again, CharmingLegs. Your place has been reserved with honour. Miz has been doing her best to keep the place clean and tidy. The controlled burns in the corner are a blessing in disguise... thanks Miz.
Howdy to Rory...that was a zinger you placed here. I rather liked it -- incredibly descriptive and it reminds me why I ride a bike every day. Thanks, eh...
Okay...it's a Saturday and it's getting nice out there. I'll just squeeze this out and be on my way:
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Extra Cheese? I’ll Have to Ask my Manager
There was this movie called 84 Charing Cross Road
The seats in the theatre were uncomfortable
Causing many male asses to fall asleep a third through the show
Including mine
But the women – the women lapped it up
Sitting on the edge of their seats
Getting secretly moist at the romanticism and the British accents
Never mind the books
The plot was so spare and simple that it was to be admired
Then tolerated and finally loathed
When the popcorn ran out and the M&M’s finally melted
In my hands
The plot?
An Englishman in an antique bookstore carried on a correspondence
With an American woman in New York
It all begins with an advertisement, a few letters
And, in some vaguely English way, it all blossoms
The intricacies escape me
But the address doesn’t
A friend of mine went to London and did go to Charing Cross Road
At number eighty-four, there was no Marks & Company antique bookseller
Just a proud Pizza Hut
The bookstore’s life was
Typically
Nasty, British and short
Tragically paved over by cheesy capitalism
For some reason, that made me smile
And order pizza from Domino’s
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I sure could go for some pizza right now. Darned Shreddies aren't holding up...urp...
Okay..enjoy the day. I'll see ya'll here tomorrow. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/2/2005 10:20:39 AM | just wanted to pop in and say hi. 
i'm not much into the writing these days, what i do have i post in my own thread, if you guys care to look.
hope everyone is well. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/2/2005 3:08:23 PM | Greetings from this drowned rat – Yup, another rainy Saturday ...
Great write Rory!!
Hey there Miz, good to see you, how goes it?....
Greetings Charming- Hope to see your writes soon...'Tis a splendid space here in the barn
Ahhh, and Dear Sweet Goat...Loved your rendition of "84 Charing Cross Road" - I must confess, I nearly fell asleep during the first 30 minutes. Dear Anthony tried to bring the plot to life.
Well all ...until later.......
Wind blows fierce and cold
As ancient stories unfold
A history born of scars
A soul quietly looking to the stars
Violent and cruel the sea bleeds
Longing shrinks in the reeds
Emancipation from death
We take our last breath
Waking in the stillness of dawn
Feeling the soft touch of palms
Silence found in slow moving trees
Inhaling the knowledge of the breeze | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/2/2005 10:37:36 PM | Right on, tera, I'll drop by your thread. Hi, breathing, and the rest of y'all. Ready for the Goatly sermon tomorrow. (Being with the Goat at close quarters explains why they call the benches "pews".)
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THE CRAWLSPACE OF OUR HEARTS
Your image distorted, bright,
fills my body.
Are you manipulating it?
You're there. I'm here. We wait.
Across the street a soprano paces
within brackets of apartment walls.
Shivering, I close my windows,
adjust the gathering
daily "news"- papers.
Other locked-in lovers
celebrate their loneliness
with toasts for chairs and cats.
I enter the elevator, transfixed
by numbers from twelve to one
and lean on the precise wall. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/3/2005 8:24:05 AM | Howdy all....it's a-Sunday! And it's a rainy, bleah Sunday here to boot. A perfect day for the topic of this week's coffee-fuelled sermon.
Nice to see all your faces here, all dreary and your little eyes encrusted with eye-snot. ah, it does my heart good.
A big "howdy" to Tera. I knew you were still alive out there...good to see you here in the barn again.
Good ol' Rory warmed up the crowd early this morning while I was drifiting out of bed and doing some Blessed Scratching. And I love the title of that poem...it makes my little mind churn like an Amish buttermaker.
Er..something...
A fond greeting and a week peck for Beloved Breathing, who should be here shortly (or she may have beat me to the barn as I write my long-winded intro). Coffee's on, luv. I even put on some socks for a change, the gonch lay forgotten on the kitchen counter. I'll get 'em in a minute.
Okay...let's sermonize:
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Psalm 72 – The Book of Goat
Laziness is sexy, Thy Lard proclaimeth
There is something in the way
A lazy person doth move
And live
That maketh Thy Lard’s loins Tingle
To simply know some people are secure with doing Nothing
And not rushing to escape the dread Boredom
Or simply rushing around for the sake of rushing around
Stampeding in circles, charging across the plains
Heading for the buffalo jump of the Next Activity
But, there are some limits to this laziness:
If thy art eating baby food
Exclusively
So thy doth not have to chew thy food
That is a bit too much
Or if thy weigheth over 300 pounds
And struggleth to breathe
And constantly cadge family members into
Bringing you food
And washing you with a rag on a stick
That is a lot too much
Or thy unfortunate souls who lie on the couch
And Foul themselves while watching
Dr. Phil and crying about
Life
In General
Whilst using the cat and the throw pillows
As surrogate a*** Wipe
That is way over the top
Thy Lard is all for a healthy lifestyle
But gets turned off when people
Try to drag Him off
His throne when He ain’t done
Shiftlessness is Arousing
Laziness is Divine
Being busy on a holiday Sucks Rocks
Amen
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Did I miss anyone? Miz? Were you here? I'd better go back and check...that's a good goat would do...
I'll be back in a bit. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/3/2005 9:35:24 AM | howdy all...
nope I wasn't lurking today here in the barn, so no worries goat....lol
what a sermon, gotta love the sunday sermons, help ease us into another week, thanks goat for bringing humour into our otherwise boring,(knowing that we need to work tomorrow) sunday....
Hi tera, good to hear from you, hope your doing well....
anyway, I am off, just spent the morning fishing,(yeah I caught a big one that got away....lol not), but it was good anyway....
talk to you all later, have a great day....
Miz | |
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Posted: 7/3/2005 6:54:51 PM | G'Day Miz and Rory -- Poets with heart....
A late greeting to you Tera :-) Good to see you here, I will wander over and read some of your words.
Goat my'Dear -- You did it again as only you could...Thanks for the Cup a Joe.... ;-) The counter is a fine place for the Gonch -- Socks or no socks, you inspire me, Sweet Goat..
Sixty four spokes
Set in motion
Pedals under foot
The heart takes rest
The soul feels
The rhythm of wheels
Moving in time
With each breath
A leaf tumbles
Tossed to the ground
A feather of sound
Gently hums in the trees
Music in each rotation
Settling in the breeze
The quiet thought of each stroke | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/3/2005 8:58:48 PM | Hi all, anotyher hit and run. Cya all later!
Nightmare
Oh that sleep be like death,
Where dreams may take you to unearthly realms,
Close your eyes and take your last breath,
And let fate take the helm.
Twisted journey into the darkest pit,
The formless void where demons roam,
Where the foulest stenches of hell emit,
The very place that evil calls home.
Spiral of despair where the mind unfolds,
Sanity is split in twain,
The visions of hell that the eye beholds,
And the haunting screams of pain.
From the depths of your nightmare,
You scream and beg to awake,
The onslaught your mind can’t bare,
Towards the light you claw and rake.
But death has you and the light begins to dim,
The nature of your nightmare now revealed,
The ripping of your soul from limb to limb,
As the demons drag you to your fate that is sealed.
Oh that sleep be not like death,
Where unearthly realms are only dreams,
Open my eyes and take another breath,
Please oh Lord, can’t you hear my screams?
~Kobold~ | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/4/2005 7:24:17 AM | Just a post, not the best by far, the mind has been on vacation and I am trying to get it back...lol
The Magical Book
It was a magical book so they say
A journey to a land so far away
It could take you to places so unique
Like the deserts of Arabia with the sheiks
Or to far off lands of reds and gold’s
Places where wonderful stories were told
Lands filled with only water slides
Places filled with genies and magic carpet rides
You could sail the seven seas
Or be the queen of all the bees
Live in a grand castle in the sky
Or fly like the birds way up high
Whenever you sat down to have a look
And let yourself immerse in this book
You would always be sure to find
Magical memories and fun of every kind
There was only one magic key
That opened this book for you to see
You only had to open your mind
And wondrous treasures you would find
Open your mind to finally see
Places to visit beyond belief
Treasures to cherish of the heart
A world of laughter love and new starts
This special book was yours to enjoy
To help fill your life with many joys
Just open it up and take a look
And enjoy the treasures of the magical book……
Miz | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/4/2005 7:28:28 PM | Hi peoples....absolutey no time tonight...post n' run...
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Frig! Dang! Crap!
Bugger the poem tonight
I've got things to fix
Gonna just plop this down
And leave it in the ditch
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Yeah, I know. My wheels are broken and I need 'em. Wish me luck
G'night. | |
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Posted: 7/4/2005 8:04:17 PM | Evening.......
Liked the write Kobold....
Miz --- The treasure of the magical book--- Seems like your mind is in time with your heart...keep doing what you do...
Hi Sam...I read your thread often, I just never post..tsk tsk... .
Ahh, Goat...Damn wheels......
sleep well all...
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The memory of her song
Distance is the sound she hears
Time holds her still
In his heart she watches
As the present turns to years
She breathes life
As moments become memory
Her love is revealed
In the passing of words
Dwelling in his eyes
She sees love come alive
Truth spoken in the night | |
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Posted: 7/5/2005 2:52:49 AM | Hi, everybody. Just had to say, first, Goat, that was a humdinger of a sermon, yessiree. "Washing him with a wet rag on a stick" or some such. Bellylaughs, Goat, you did it again.
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ALL THE WAY DOWN
Forgiveness of midnight,
descending balm
washes my rancid vengeance.
I've swallowed your pain
and spit back my rage
for the last time.
No more "here are our tomorrows",
illusions we stylized
into a dancing teacher.
The light you give
guttered before you were born
leaving a beautiful panic.
Now, curtainless and alone,
I gaze at the blackness fondly,
hear triumph in the silence. | |
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Posted: 7/5/2005 2:19:20 PM | In the days to come I walk backwards
the memories guide me through hell
existing in pain's ever present shadow
as each step brings me back to you
Seconds race by in a countdown
melting away in a frantic pulse
all calling your name
whispering sighs of present history
Caught in that moment
yet life still passes by
to bring me to the heartbreak
of you | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/5/2005 3:09:22 PM | hi tera, I have been reading your writes and it seems like your pain is deep, I hope that soon it will clear up and you can once again smile....take care
Miz | |
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Posted: 7/5/2005 6:33:29 PM | Howdy all. Things are fixed and they all work and I'm in a much better mood now that I'm properly mobile. Thanks to Mari_Sam for the good luck wish...it worked.
There's been some good writes here these last few days. Amazing work you guys.
Good to see Tera here again. Pain is painful, no doubt but it is an inevitable part of life. Feel it deeply and honestly and keep on writing through it all. It's when you're silent is when I worry about you.
Rory...still excellent after all this time. If I was as consistently as good as you, I'd be looking for a publisher.
Miz...ever-present and ever-talented. I wish I had the rhyming and story-telling knack that you have.
Kobold...caretaker of the darkness. Man, you have the power of great imagry. That little break you took let some of that creativity percolate big time.
Breathing...ah, you...you know how I feel about you and your words. If you don't, I'll tell you again later tonight. You are amazing, dear.
As for me...? Well, give me a minute or so... | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/5/2005 6:38:06 PM | Okay...here we go. You might say I was inspired by a phrase and a bag of sunflower seeds.
(crunch) damn, these things are addicting (crunch)
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Mennonite Bennies
Found in every convenience store
Innocent in their plastic bags
Each one a container of addiction
The flavours used to be simple
Roasted or salted or unsalted
Now there’s dill pickle, BBQ and
God knows what else there is out there
On that grand Spitz horizon
The salted ones can mess you up, though
They get into your head if you take them
On those long car trips
They get your mind to mush, your tongue to swell
And you can’t stop dipping your hand
Into that bag that is technically resealeable
But you never can close it
Until you’re scrabbling at the last broken seed
At the bottom and all that loose silty salt
Or that artificial dill pickle powder
Man
I sure could go for some right now
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Alrighty...that'll do it for another day. G'night you guys. If I missed anyone in the barn, let me know. Alrighty...later, eh? | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/5/2005 7:58:29 PM | Hi ya’s
Tera —Tis good to see your writes here --- A trace of your heart.
Hey ya Miz ....how goes life?
Rory- Your words are always vibrant.....
Dear sweet goat….Do ya have an extra brew for this gal? You are far too kind with your words my'Love---
The heat has numbed my brain today….
See ya’s later
The edge of the lake silent
As dawn breaks on rocks
Clouds resting below
Mountains painted orange
Trees of watermelon green
Welcome salt water spirits
Dancing in the belly of the sun
Fingers trace grains of sand
Stretching to feel cool waters
Heavy limbs tumble
Wore bodies lay supine
Reaching for evening rains | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/5/2005 9:14:40 PM | breathing, just make sure when you move closer to the Goat, he doesn't give you a "house warming" surprise. (haha...)
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STORM
Wind browbeats the street-side trees,
tearing their fall leaves to death;
they lay in pooled rain without breath;
two thugs pass by, smoking, rattling keys.
Strange, this season, overt, merciless,
as if to lacerate a truth
into birth from excess of fist and tooth,
ripping out life in trying for happiness. | |
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Posted: 7/5/2005 11:02:51 PM | hi everyone....great writes as always...thought id share this with you all...
guiet asylum
the beautiful ones always take somthing from you,
leave you
in a place you,
forgot was this painful,
this quiet asylum,
were fears are bountiful
where doubt in self and love are plentiful
Imaginating
other arms erasing
the sinsation of our meories,
its just areflex to viscious mental text that infects, its biological warfare,
the way you make me stare, i should beware,
of pretty girls with sav'ua'fare,
fly girls, that evade landing, while Im standing
here paceing from walll to wall, waiting on her to call
like dirty messages on bathrom stalls, Im appalled
by your withdrawl from me, dont you see,
what do you want me to be?
what do you think I am?
some glorious fan?
Im all man, for an all woman,
assuming yer application,
isnt in violation for previous relations
my hearts on probation
from inflating with false insertion
Im deserving, a chance at preserving,
the passion with no regard to the fashion
or method, instead
for a start, Ill use my head
to break through to your heart.
peace
1 luve
th30ry
"peace in the middle east" | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/6/2005 3:41:31 PM | Right arm and shin begin
To take on a technicolour hue
As these bruises
Take root and blossom
Bloom
A testament to a complete Kutz who
Tripped over packing crates
Cardboard...sounds soft but hurts
When you crack a shin against an assembled box
It encourages cries of fu*ck
Again and again
A litany of pain
And then there was the fence post
Something that most
Would avoid contact with
But the shout came too late
I wear that Purple Heart
But not with pride
Moving sucks, fringe benefits
Aside
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Posted: 7/6/2005 6:45:28 PM | Howdy all. A big ol' howdy to Pickles! Good to see you here again....I kinda missed you. I'll bet you kinda wish you missed that fence post, huh? Moving does suck and that's why I fight against it at all costs. Besides, my lazy self wouldn't allow me to move all that crap I have too often.
Th3ory...always good to have you here. You always bring excellent writes when you do. Thanks, eh...
Rory...as usual, another short vivid punch of a poem. Man, I wish I could do that. Oh, and Breathing will get a housewarming surprise..she has to let her guard down sometime over the next few months. Then...heh heh...oh, my...heh heh...
(ahem) Hi Breathing! Hmn? Nothing...just shooting the breeze with Rory. Of course I have an extra beer or two for you. The heat here has addled me as well and I have no poem to bring to the barn. You always bring your best here....even though you say you don't. You're an artist, m'dear.
So...how about a haiku tonight because I'm too hot and lazy to think of anything else?
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It's too hot to think
My brain cooks in its own juice
Perched on sweaty ass
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Yup...that's all there is. Better luck tomorrow, huh?
G'night. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/6/2005 8:12:34 PM | Goat...good to be back in the barn
Missed those aromas and wish I'd missed the post!
A Haiku to you too
Humidity, combined with sweat
Produces pimples on bums
And other bits, including t i t s | |
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Posted: 7/6/2005 8:23:01 PM | Hey all....Tis muggy here….
PICKLES…. Glad you are back on line…moved and clumsily settling in, eh? :-) Hugzzz to ya and a brew- Three weeks till I head east....
Howdy Th3ory—Good to see you again-- The words you leave here are always strong!
Rory-- I guess I best be on watch-- Loved Storm…true to form, as always.
M'Goat--What do ya have in that mind, eh?...Me let my guard down, with you...but of course.... ;-)
Me an Artist….hmmm, urmmm , uhhh.... Thanks... ahhh, But you -- You are amazing!
Well, this is all that is in this muggy brain of mine.....G’night
Two souls begin to wake
Stirring in silent rhapsody
Hummingbirds balance on branches
As the sun takes rest behind clouds
The scent of sandalwood
Whistles in the evening breeze
Petals of Cherry blossoms
Fall like moments left behind | |
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