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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/18/2005 3:50:26 AM | Good Morning All..
Whew, it's getting a little ripe in here, I think the maids are on holidays or have died from the heat, either way I am going to have to put up some air freshners, maybe something nice and fruity...lol
Hope everyone is well, Rory, nice to see you writing, and your words are getting very powerful, keep it up love to read you...
Breathing and Goat, the countdown has begun officially probably, time has moved on and soon you will begin a new life, I wish you the best that two hearts can share...
pickles...the little comic of the barn, always making us smile with your words....
Kobold my dear, trying to create more dark, mind on mini vacation, we shall see what comes out soon...keep writing and inspiring me...
Sorry if I have forgotten anyone, not enough coffee in me yet...
Here is something I wrote today, take care everyone..
Let Me Be
Let me be the shoulder to cry on
When you need to shed some tears
Let me be the strength you need
When its time to lose those fears
Let me be your new teacher
When you need to learn to live
Let me be your closest friend
Being there when you need to grieve
Let me be your passionate lover
And teach you how to feel once more
Let me be your soul healer
And help close the past’s door
Let me be the sun you need
On the darkest days
Let me be the crazy animal
And teach you how to play
Baby just let me be
What you need today
Together we equal two strong
Taking it each step of the way
Each day one day at a time
Two hearts and two souls
Helping each other live
Becoming one whole….
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Posted: 7/18/2005 6:11:38 PM | Hello there. Typical post n' run Monday.
Sidestep this pile! Heh heh...
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By the Shovelful
Three pounds of cerebellum
Half a dash of daft
Is what is lent to the poetic craft
There are other things
There are other meditations
That can make such bizarre creations
Simple insignificant instances
Sometimes lacking in tact
The words looking like an ass-shaped hat
Generally a poet is not wise
He certainly is not a seer
He just relies on his old friend, the beer
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Hello to the more talented poets -- Miz, Rory and .... say, where is that Breathing-lady?
Oh, I'm sure she'll show up here in the barn sooner or later.
Okay..g'night! | |
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Posted: 7/18/2005 6:20:16 PM | Hey hey all yee fine Poets….What talent rests behind these barn doors!!
This Breathing gal has melted ... ahhh, Sweet Goat you are a gem ...a wonder …. I stand in awe of you…your words and that mind....
Hello Miz – Yes the count is on ….Two weeks today I drive into Saskabush….I am blessed…
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Gentle hands open to a summer breeze
The subtle movement of a breath
Caresses the stillness of sleeping trees
Dew kissed leaves
Welcome drops of tears
Gentle palms resting upon knees
Truth Reflected in thoughts
Quietly spoken at dusk
Silent and slow the walk
Branches steadily grow
Through changing seasons
Leaves turn to snow | |
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Posted: 7/18/2005 7:02:11 PM | Hi, breathing, Goat, Miz, Kobold, pickles, others. Wrote this one on the beach today.
CITY LIGHTS
for BonBon
The day's gone on forever with
a crawling sun through a clear sky,
silent and arching like a bubble of air
that can never burst.
We watch the remaining twilight fade
behind the cement buildings, grey rectangles
impervious to the still penetrating light
playing out in horizontal forks across
breaks between trees and billboards.
I rub your back upwards
while electric banks of lights
lining the street emit their first
sputtering glow. Next, the apartment lights,
like congregating friends around a put-out
campfire, exert their static will
across the city's expanse, as you fold
into my right side. It's now black,
and we let the wan pulsing brightness wash
our dark forms, gathering, heated, close with promise. | |
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Posted: 7/19/2005 1:04:01 PM | There are some of us here
Who can go to the beach
To soothe their Prickly Heat
In the Pacific
Well, let me tell you
Life here is a b*itch
With Hades like heat, it's not terrific
And NO beach near to sit in
No relief for the scratching
Even the paddling pool is hot
Life right now is not
Ideal for menopausal women
With no chance of "chillin' "
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Posted: 7/19/2005 6:23:46 PM | Awww, pickles, here's a cooooool hug , and I won't tell you I went to the beach again today-- no clouds, warm, a cool breeze-- oops, I said I wouldn't tell you that 
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Turquoise seawater washes
the rails
of the grim hull.
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The ballooning mainsail--
the rigorous deckhands--
the tremendous waves.
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/19/2005 6:28:33 PM | May the pox of Prickly heat be upon you.....
nah
Flying out West jet
Be there termorrah | |
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Posted: 7/19/2005 7:32:39 PM | Grrr...tired of work...
Need. Holidays. SOON.
Oh...hi guys. Mm? Nothin' -- I was just reminiscing about free time and what it was like to have some. Soon things will settle down to normal -- vewy vewy soon. All this activity is making my once-stink and flowery creativity stagnate. All I have is something I haven't written yet...so let's see what's in the o' coconut tonight:
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A Few Minutes of Spontanaeity
I wish I had a clock that ran backwards
then stopped
Then let the minutes trickle in
While I catch my breath
And Breathing
But Time is such a mighty river --
An overused metaphor
And a half-baked similie
If properly used with "Like"
Or "As" --
It renders us helpless as we
Cling to others and anything
That will float in it
Today, I clung to a popsicle
It melted away into orange goo
I gratefully licked it off myself
(A vision not too good for the eyes)
While the current carried me to here
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Good God. Spontaneousness (if that's a word) isn't doing too well tonight. Maybe I'd better just go to the showers and call it a game. G'night all.
Oh, Hi Pickles!! Sorry I missed you last night.
Howdy Rory!!
Okay...g'night, eh? | |
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Posted: 7/19/2005 8:59:08 PM | Dairy Queen is a haven
In these tropic temps
An Ice cream paradise
One that cools and tempts
I bought a gallon of Vanilla, fat free
I've spread it all over...me
Now I am cooled off
You can lick it offa me.........
For FREE
GOODEE
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Posted: 7/20/2005 5:15:02 AM | lmao to cute, did you get any takers yet?
yack at you all later...need cofee...
Miz | |
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Posted: 7/20/2005 5:36:38 PM | greetings one and all.... ;-) this heat...arghhhh....erggggg double arggggg
Rory -- as always you serve it up with style....
Pickles -- Told as only you can...You are witty, yup…
Hi ya Miz ;-)
Then there is the gracious Goat …..All stagnant and stinky, are ya? Nah -- Your mind is fertile ground, sweet one……And a holiday is just around the corner.
Images of wonder
Slow the motion of summer
You listen to the stories of trees
Cedar branches spin tales
Alive with spiders turning webs
Tiny cotton hairs bubble
Sticky in the afternoon heat
The feel of lilacs subtle perfume
Silken the texture of petals in bloom
The cool mist soothes tired lids
Gentle thoughts escapes your lips
Emerald waters quench your skin
Leaves dance on the edge of the wind
Silent anticipation of evening rains
The sensation of sand on your feet
Quiet breaths on the shore of the lake
The touch of his voice as you wake | |
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Posted: 7/20/2005 7:09:33 PM | Very nice, breathing. Hello all.
ROLLING DESIRE
Your frank, happy passion lights the spaces
between our cities, worlds without faces,
amorphous groups locked in pockets of grey
making discordant noises with nothing to say.
I love your smoky, low voice inflecting
promise and proof, always injecting
the right, glad note over highway screech,
drowning conflicted, vain excuses for speech.
Waves, snaking sax, ebbing wind, soft chimes
signal your rolling desire in shifting times,
more real than the bric-a-brac shouted,
by public pitch and private couple touted. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/20/2005 7:10:54 PM | Ahh...Breathing...you are amazing. I can feel what you wrote. Mmm hmm...
Hello all. Hello to Pickles and Miz. Pickles made me want to smear ice cream all over myself. But then the mosquitoes would be all over me. So I sat down in front of the fridge and stuffed it into my maw.
Howdy Rory...you still have the art, my good man. You got it good.
Say..where's Kobold these days? He musta got hmself busy again.
As for me...well...I heard today that Jimmy Doohan died. He was the actor who played Scotty on Star Trek. And you may not be surprised that I am a Trekker....been watching them since I was sitting in my own crap (a habit I've never really grown out of). He was my favourite character because he wasn't as all-get-out horny as Captain Kirk, as rigid and controlled like Spock, as moody as Dr. McCoy....he was the guy who got 'er done on the Enterprise. Plus he was a Canadian, eh?
So...here we go...
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Second Star to the Right
Scotty’s been beamed up
Mercifully
To that big ol’ starship in the sky
Just behind Doctor McCoy
And ahead of God-knows-who-next
A Scotsman in the engine room
Telling the captain
He canna change the laws of physics
Yet does it every episode
Like he and Isaac Newton
Were old drinking buddies
But there was more to this
More than famous Canadian
Well, f’r instance:
He was a WWII veteran and lost his finger
In the D Day invasion
(It was always well-hidden in every show)
The last time he appeared in public
Deep in the fog of Alzheimer’s
His eyes as uncomprehending
As a porcelain cat
Pneumonia took him
And he was written out of the script
Much every other “red shirt”
In every episode of Star Trek
Though he lasted a lot longer than
All the others who went before him
Take care, Jimmy. Say hi to Bones for me.
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Okay....I'm a-off to the can. Anyone want anything? No? Okay...see you tomorrow!
G'night, eh? | |
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Posted: 7/21/2005 5:34:28 PM | Hello all you barn folk ...
Hello Rory -- Thanks for the kind words... :-)
Hello Ohcanada
Ahh Goat, you are too kind ...Thank you.... You are the one that amazes me ---
A star should be named after old Scotty boy...Nothing like the old trek shows...
This is my last weekend in this city by the lake ..... And it looks to be a busy ol' place
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Fingers touch the sand
Mountains shield your heart
The sun waits behind trees
Pillows of clouds
Hang in a tangerine sky
Beads of dew rest on sleeping leaves
In the light of a crystal moon
In a moment of patience
On the edge of a breath you were born | |
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Posted: 7/21/2005 6:14:36 PM | Hello all....and hello there, Breathing m'dear. You're in fine form tonight -- actually your form is fine, no matter what the time...
...hey, that's almost -like- a poem! Kewl.
Hello to OhCanada....you're welcome, but who's Bri? Is it you? Am I Bri? Or am I BonBon? Or are you? I...am...having...difficulties....
...so let's write a poem. No, let's write a terrible poem:
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Let Me Be Hank For a Moment
Happy Hank was no skank
For this, the Lord he did thank
He did live in a place so dank
That it wouldn’t turn your crank
Craftily assembled from wet planks
But this did not rankle ol’ Hank
Because he had no job -- he wanked
And you can take that to the bank
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Spike that monkey because it's in the end zone! Whoop BAM!!
Okay...I have to wash the twigs and berries. Be good ya'll...hugs and handshakes. G'night! | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 7/21/2005 7:22:40 PM | Yeah, just who is this Bri guy, anyway?
RACE FOUR
Race four:
mares in the paddock
stride proudly
in slashing rain,
heads bowed, grave,
hoofs flicking muck
in backward loops
through mist
and haunch heat-haze,
tails tied and tucked.
Grooms hold choke chains,
walk plodding,
seemingly abased.
Time here is foreign
as man and beast
parade in ovals--
a preparation
more than any
coming event.
Just a hundred
yards away,
clubhouse patrons
pace and stare
under roofs
and propane heaters--
numbers with minutes
colliding in brains
febrile and fearful. | |
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Posted: 7/21/2005 10:23:09 PM | This isn't typical of my poems. It's about current events and the nature of man in general. Wrote it out as the feeling flowed. Basically-I'm fed up!
Rant
I have watched mankind from my shadows.
I’ve seen the cruelty and witnessed the apathy.
And such hatred for one another…..
It’s for the most part because of a difference in race or religion.
Most believe in a benevolent being of some sort,
Praying each and everyone to their own.
And most religions speak of right and wrong,
Of justice and injustice.
Love and tolerance is preached,
Yet in an instance, they’ll kill for their cause,
Their religion, their sense of justice-right and wrong.
…………There is no love……………….
Only what is sought for self gratification.
Right, well whose right are we talking about?
…………Perspective…………………….
Theirs? Ours?
Mankind is a warring race,
Fighting for whatever the individual believes in.
Heaven and hell?
Will those who go to their own heaven,
Go to another’s hell?
And vice versa?
One does ponder the existence of such places.
And whether there is an omnipotent being(love).
Are we just men with primal instincts striving for something better?
Fighting our own natural, aggressive ways?
Peace, yes I long for it, I hope for it.
A God? Yes that too!
But I sink into the pit of doubt at the sight of current and past events.
No religion can speak about love-then murder innocents.
Man is such an easily hateful being.
A war within ourselves inflicted upon others……….
Love thy neighbor,
That’s where heaven truly begins.
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Posted: 7/21/2005 11:18:16 PM | | Oh...ummmm...hello GoatSmell - yeah...I dunno who that Bri guy is? I must have been dazed and confused...Sheesh!...bonbon | |
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Posted: 7/22/2005 3:45:51 AM | Kobold...sorry to heat your fed up, wish there was some way I could help you deal with society and the nonsense that seems to follow it....just breathe and find that one thing that makes you and your heart smile, the rest will seem to be a little more oblivious....
Take care hun..
hello to all my fellow barn dwellers....forgive any spelling errors, I am basically blind in the morning and it's way to early to be typing...lol
Hope your all doing well, I am busy,stressed,happy,sad,....oh a whole bunch of things, but all in all doing good....
I will stop in later for a chat, take care all, have a great goat smelling day!!!!!!!!!!!
Miz | |
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Posted: 7/22/2005 11:01:04 AM | Good Mornin Everyone!
First Attempt Here...
A SMILE
What is a body? ... tis only a shell,
What is a face?...now there's something,
Look into someones eyes and see their soul,
Smile at someone...and see the contagiousness spread like wild flowers in a field that goes on forever,
Say hello to a stranger and know that you have made someones day,
Sometimes...a little "WOW" goes a long way!
Cheers! | |
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Posted: 7/22/2005 5:10:06 PM | Hello everyone, lurkers too ;-)
Rory – Your words are always filled with talent.
Kobold – Your Rant is heart felt and heard…
Miz -- Good to see you wander in. Sounds as if your plate is full at the moment?
Howdy, O h Canada -- Thank you and great to see your writes here...I will be watching for the words and smiles you leave in this Ole’ Barn. It is a welcoming place, pull up a bale and sit a spell.
Sweet darling Goat --- You stun me, even when you say you write terrible poems. I still stand in awe of you…I am counting the days…...
Well all, G’night
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Thunder breaks open the day
A gentle rhythm sings from above
Hearts of mountains tremble in trees
Dancing lights sweep across the skies
Divinity graces the slant of clouds
Hands swell with pride as rains begin to fall
Moments unfold the quiet stories you hold
Walks on paths of gravel and wind begin
Grains of sand settle in the wake
In the stillness of the night we embrace | |
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Posted: 7/22/2005 7:42:53 PM | Hi there youse guys...I almost forgot to post a poem here. Gotta have that daily load of goat droppings...keeps your eyes bright and coat shiny.
OhCanada...I finally figured out who you were thanking. Breathing had to clue me in...she's good like that. Yup, I'm a tard.
Good to see Kobold back here. I was getting worried about you, mate. Your latest poem was something else, like being gut-punched by Carl Sandburg.
Uhm...who else? Hi Miz!! Where's that Pickles lady?
And Rory...the man, the myth, the legend...alwasy good to see your work. You put me to shame....but I like being shamed. Lotsa value in that state.
Breathing, m'dear...you are always brilliant. Deny it all you want...you is.
As for me...well, after I ate a few bugs today this little ditty popped into my head:
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Nonsense avec Fromage, Sil Vous Plais
Mosquitoes and cheese
They’re itchy when they attack your knees
Inhaling both can make you wheeze
But they’re less annoying than ticks or fleas
They’re best served in a fajita, if you please
Spread ‘em on a cracker? Oh, geez
Mosquitoes and cheese
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I think I may have suffered a head injury as a child, or I ate to many paint chips...dunno, why that one appeals to me.
Hurm...well, I shall take my a*** to bed. G'night you barn-dwellers! | |
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