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Posted: 7/22/2005 7:44:35 PM | And OhCanada...I loved your first poem in the barn as well. Never care about good/not good/not great. I never worry about what I write and post...let them words fly like a cow-pie hit with a lawnmower.
Yee haw!
Okey-dokey...bedtime for an old goat. Kiss kiss. | |
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Posted: 7/22/2005 10:25:56 PM | Thanks Miz, Breathing, and Goat!
Another dissimilar:
Race
It’s a race, or so it seems.
People in a hurry to go where ever they go.
The rush, the bustle.
So much to do, so little time.
So involved in one’s own schedule.
Do they really see others or care?
Off in their own little world at full speed.
Sometimes I feel people are rude.
But are they?
Or is their path so narrowly set that there isn’t room for others.
“Have to get there by 8:00!”
“Can’t wait to get home and relax!”
Today’s society is all about speed,
All about precision!
“Time is money!”
Quicker, faster, has to be an easier way.
Life today seems so mechanical, so technical.
Structures, schedules, appointments.
Where is the humanity?
Slow down!
Take in the air and smell the flowers as it were.
Actually live life, enjoy it.
Make time for yourself, for your family and friends.
Time is so precious.
Don’t waste it on the fastest use of it.
There’s a difference between getting to point A and knowing everything up to point A.
So much can be missed,
So many opportunities.
Live and breathe every moment!
And grasp onto all the moments hold!
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 7/22/2005 10:28:34 PM | Goat, no worries mate! Just have to step outside myself at times and get that inspiration.
My words may not always be here in print, but I am! | |
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Posted: 7/23/2005 4:29:11 PM | Hello Again...and thanks for the welcome...must admit...I was a scardy cat...but Rory gave me strength...lol
BREATHLESS
Horse-power with nostrils, expelling exhaust,
clutters the roads, parking lots and waterways;
Forces the heating and drying of the earth's climate,
There stands mankind, as a leaf,
plucked from a branch,
slowly withering away,
veins collapsing, lungs depressing, until there is no clean air left to breathe,
And there you lie, breathless! | |
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Posted: 7/23/2005 6:17:59 PM | Hi all... Some great stuff in this thread. I feel like I must contribute, so here goes.
A little cynical, but that's the way it goes sometimes.
Expressions of a trusting mind
Drink from the cup.
Milk trickles from the wound in your side,
the holes in your palms
and the tops of your feet.
Don't give up your mortality
it probably won't return
Fill up your sieve,
keep filling and filling.
Those holes buried deep
can't contain all the fear.
Start ingesting your shit
to thicken the spaces.
Complexion a pale shade of brown.
Empty your hurt,
keep draining and draining.
It pools at your feet
let it squish between toes.
Like your muddied denial
hardens around ankles.
You're stuck now, how does it feel. | |
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Posted: 7/23/2005 6:20:48 PM | Argh...a lazy day. Even typing. Is. Too. Much. W. O. R. K.
Ak.
Hello all. Hello to Kobold...man, you read my mind. I've been feeling much the same as you do these days. Too many Bisy Backsons around here during the weekdays. I lik emy pace very leisurely. Excellent writes and it's always good to know you're in the neighborhood.
OhCanada...good writes too! No reason to be scared here...I will fully admit I am the worst poet in the barn (my latest will provide the proof) so your poems are like roses to my piles of corn-filled fecalities. Keep on, eh?
Rory gives me strength too. Strength to make that coffee and unwrap that Pop-tart and keep on going. Heh...no, seriously...he's a darned fine poet and I enjoy everything he writes. He's got that way about him.
Alrighty...here we go with the daily poem or whatever it is:
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Beam me Up, Potty
Crawling from the blockage
Of the collision of a pound of cheese
And three feet of colon
Introducing the All-Bran
Rammed through, freight-train style
Bring a book, have a look
Beat that turd with a hockey stick
Ease it down gently, plumbers are expensive
Who wants to snake out a john on a weekend
Anyway?
A preoccupation with crap and the art thereof?
Maybe
Nothing was done, no adventure to be had
Apart from taking the wrapper off the cheese
And getting some reading done
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Plop! There it is..feast on that act of poetic violence. Watch your step, though...it really sticks to shoes.
Alrighty, I'm off to some other non-adventure. Take care of yourselves...sermon Sunday is coming tomorrow. Wear your Sunday best. Later, eh? | |
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Posted: 7/24/2005 8:02:54 AM | Hello all...are you awake? Are you dressed?
I'm not.
You know the drill -- be seated, wait for the collection plate to come around and don't spit in it. Canadian Tire money is now accepted, but washers and pocket lint are not. Oh, and whoever has been washing their unmentionables in the holy water bowl...please don't. It's a delicate ecosystem in there and that mold is desperately clinging to life as it is.
Alrighty...let's begin:
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Psalm 4 – The Book of Goat
It happened
It finally happened
Thou actually can make coffee so strong
That it is barely drinkable
Thy Lard lost count of the scoops needed for that
Perfect pot o’ java
And a Mighty Pail of Mud was created
And Thy Lard saw that It Will Do
The tongue recoils at the touch of it
But adapts rather well after a time
The caffeine buzz is tremendous
And Thy Lard is typing at an Incredible Rate
Jitters before 10:00 AM
On the plus side
After a cup of this stuff
Thou can see into time
And touch the very Fabric of the Universe
Perchance to weave it into something new?
Vision is crisp, hearing keen
After two cups of this and a bran muffin
Thy Lard will approach the throne
And a repeat of yesterday will be in order
Nature’s own laxative assumes control
Rights the wrongs
Restores balance
Bring a book
Amen
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Okay...here comes the plate. Pass it around.. Hey!! No beer bottle caps either! I saw that!
Have a good Sunday, ya'll. | |
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Posted: 7/24/2005 9:30:30 AM | Good morning all yee barn folk
And welcome to Bacchus, cynical is always good…
Kobold -- I hear you….So many people rushing around -----so they can relax… hmmm, the logic,,, is where?
O h Canada -- I like the poem you left for us all, keep those words coming…
Tis a blessed Sunday and the Sermon was worthy of Canadian Tire money ...Oh and Goat, sorry about the belly button lint ...
Nothing like a strong cuppa to start your motor running…Gotta love Mosquitoes and cheese – I have told you many a time, Y’ar brilliant …
See you folks later….
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Silent hands
Open
Pebbles fall into palms
Gentle your breaths
Mirror your heart
Leaving reflections
Echoes of tiny ripples
Resting upon a quiet pond
Stillness awakens in the dawn | |
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Posted: 7/24/2005 9:38:12 AM | Morning all,
Goat this might help explain:
STORY OF THE HOLY WATER
Four women came into the house of Goat
Met by St. Peter to cross through the gates
He had asked the entrance questions
That would for now, seal their fates
He asked the first woman, if she was married
And if not had she ever touched a mans private part
She answered no, and that she had only touch one with a finger
He told her to wash her finger in the holy water to get her heavenly start
He asked the second women the same questions
She answered no, and only with one hand
Go and wash your hand in the holy water he told her
And the lord will surely understand
Then a brawl started with the two remaining women
One got knocked down; the other was blowing bubbles in the basin
St. Peter walked over with an unpleasant look
He asked what was going on, that would make them go racing
The woman with her face in the holy water spoke
You see, I needed to get my face in there right before
That other woman climbed up to put her bum in there
And spoiled its holy décor……………..
Unknown Author of the joke!!!!!!
Sam | |
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Posted: 7/24/2005 4:03:35 PM | lol to cute...
Hello all, hope everyone is fine, loved the sunday sermon Goat, I to forget sometimes just how many spoonfuls have went in, thats when you need the ones that you set up the night before and they turn on by a timer, then you can fill the filter when your fully awake...lol
Hope everyone is well, I am doing pretty good, little things here and there are keeping my mind occupied, but all in all things are not bad....
I will be on later to post something or tomorrow at least, so have a great night, sweet dreams,....
Miz | |
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Posted: 7/24/2005 6:52:52 PM | Hi, Miz, yeah, I tried on Psalm 4 for size from this morning, and all I can say is I'm glad I've got a carton of Pepto Dimal on hand after battery-acid coffee and wheat bran muffins the size of Charlie Brown's pumpkins.
Oh, and a belated welcome to the scared-y tigress Oh Canada, haha.....
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FOREST FIRE
The sun, extravagant, blasts
through foliage to our feet,
the trail flickering patches
of yellow and gold, orange and red,
straw, white, copper,
a dazzle.... disappearance.... backflash,
I see and I'm blind
and I see again.
The leaning trees breathe
across each other and die
as we pass, the revolving suns
exploding in green air,
and far up the entangled embankment
a waterfall roars softly. | |
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Posted: 7/25/2005 5:38:01 PM | Hello all. Welcome to Monday evening.
Mari_Sam...heh heh...that was EXCELLENT!! I love it!! Thanks for postng that.
Hello to Miz!
Rory...as usual you have written some quality lines there. Thanks to you too.
Breathing...you are essential to life, as your name suggests. I'll tell you how brilliant you are later tonight, m'dear.
As for me...well...
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It’s a Long Way from Canaan
He led the children of Israel through the desert
He eluded the Pharaoh’s soldiers too
Now Moses walks along 33rd street
In the west end of Saskatoon
His hair was long and shaggy
His beard wild and eyes too
He was immaculately dressed
For someone in 1972
He muttered a lot, loud and soft
Pausing only to wipe his chin
He paused at every trash can
And had quick peeks therein
No more burning bushes
No more talks with God
Moses now wanders back alleys
And smells faintly of cod
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I swear the guy I ran into this morning was a biblical figure. He was dressed like a carpet salesman from 1972 and had the hair and the beard....and the "just talked to God" look in his eyes.
Neat! My first celebrity meeting!
Okay...I must go...see you guys tomorrow. G'night! | |
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Posted: 7/26/2005 1:34:20 PM | Hey all you Barnacles...... hehehehe
Bin away for a few....R & R....by the big water of Georgian Bay so Rory
got to cool the rear end off so to speak...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Now, in an effort to appear sophisticated, I decided to have my usual head "frizz" calmed. Looked great for the first nano second of the boat ride
Left the salon on cloud nine
Those sleek locks I wore were really mine
Tossed them this way and that
Felt like a movie star, my hair was FLAT
Worth every red cent I had paid
Although their mortgage I had now paid.
Climbed into this very sleek boat
Off for the weekend, to a cottage, remote
Cocktail parties and dinners were planned
I felt with my hairdo that I would stand
OUT
And I did, cos after that frigging boat ride
My hair looked like sh*it, like it had been fried
so much for the new sophisticated moi! | |
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Posted: 7/26/2005 4:03:02 PM | Hello all...
Hey ya Pickles -- Good to see you here... sharp as ever
Rory --Forest Fire was admirable!
Sam -- Belly laughs here
Hello Miz – I hope you are doing well??
Goat, Sweet Goat -- Your mind is wonderful, your heart exceptional and your wit is quick...Hey, Next week I arrive :-)
Namaste
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The mind sits
Quiet as a bell
Filled with breath
Each movement
Echoes the sound
Of a plum blossom
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Posted: 7/26/2005 6:14:01 PM | Howdy all....howdy to Pickles too!!
And Breathing...you're still the brilliant one...ask around, the barn-dwellers will tell you the same.
Today I'm not feeling so brilliant, just tired and achy...urgh...just a quick haiku today:
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A brilliant mind
Can float in beer all darn day
And still be plain dumb
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Yep, sucks. I'm going for a nap...me tired. See you tomorrow, ya'll | |
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Posted: 7/26/2005 8:22:26 PM | Not really in the Dr. Seuss mood lately:
Serial Killer
Swirling void of blackness,
Heart cold as stone.
Delusions of the mind,
And the escape of morality.
Mercy not,
Blood flows in satisfaction.
Perverseness is the pleasure,
The victim is innocence.
More skillful with each kill,
Twisted desire less satisfied.
No end to the game in sight,
Only more innocents to be slain.
The reign will continue,
As will the arrogance.
Until justice catches up,
And terror is put to its end.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 7/27/2005 3:44:19 AM | ahhh Kobold, no matter what you write or do you bring a smile to my face, glad to see your writing still, hope whatever plaques the mind will ease up and you can find a doctor seuss(spelling?, to early darn it) moment again....
Hello everyone , hope all is well, I am doing allright, my guy left to spend time with his family for a week and that always gets me, kinda the ex thing you know....oh well...see what happens...
I wrote this and posted it on mari_sams thread I think so forgive me if you have read it before.....
have a great one
Dream Riddles
Lost and all alone I wandered around
Surrounded by darkness, loneliness and fear
Hugging myself hoping to stop the shakes
From the creatures of the night that I hear
Howling winds echo the sounds
Making them louder in the stillness of the night
Silently I pray for safety and salvation
And the passing of my own fright
My mind is on overload
Seeing eyes staring back at me
Red glowing eyes of the night
Just out of range for the eye to see
Unable to see the creature the eyes belong to
But I know its stalking me
Legs start moving faster out of fright
Hoping that I would find the way to flee
Growling sounds of hunger and need
Are closer to me as I run from a fight
Pounding steps surround me holding me here
In the darkness of the night
Sweat pouring down my face again
Suddenly I awake shaking from fear
Finding faith in the night again
With welcoming sounds that I hear
The nightmare haunts my nights
It’s trying to relay a message to me
One day I will find the answers
To solve the riddle of the dream and sleep free…
Miz
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Posted: 7/27/2005 8:20:29 AM | Hey all....
Busy day here....
Pickles -- I hope life is being good to ya?
kobold -- loved spider man ..... :)
Hey Miz -- Your heart is always in your writes!! Good to see you here, and take care of you!
Goat -- Well, you know what I think ... Y'ar stunning and brilliant.
The touch of a lover’s palm of the beach
Like the quiet blossoming of a peach
Leaves hold dew drops nestled in the grass
Bodies stirring on the edge of the bay
The scent of cedar on an autumn day
The sound of your voice wakes my heart
Words whispering in the trees
Leaves tremble in the morning breeze
Ripples awaken on the lake
Dawn begins to soak the sky
An eagle begins to fly
The day wakes in the arms of mountains | |
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Posted: 7/27/2005 6:13:06 PM | This fits here
I love the wackiness of this thread...even at my advanced years I love to shock and Goat you are the ULTIMATE JOCK
Coq au Vin in culinary terms
Is an everyday Gallic recipe,
For wine and chicken, cooked with care,
Some mushrooms
Et aussi, un peu... d'amour
And when the love light flares and those lustful stares
Eclipse everything, and choirs sing
Then hold the "shrooms, scr*ew the chicken,
I'll just have the Coq
Et ...le Vin..........
Heaven!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Posted: 7/27/2005 6:46:00 PM | Ah..youse guys...you all make me laugh and think and maybe a little of both. This is pretty much a post n' run night...lotsa stuff to get done before Breathing makes her journey here this weekend (!) to stay (!!!!)
Tonight's poem is a product of complete and sober spontaneity (did I spell that right?) and a little inspiration from Pickles.
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A Suessian Perversion
Today my underwear was stuck to my leg
For plain answers, I did not beg
I examined the skin and the material
There was no surprise, as this problem was serial
So I grabbed the handy little paint scraper
Some paint thinner and a newspaper
And stripped the gitch from my person
And washed the residue so it would not worsen
I sealed the off the site with a latex sealer
Purchased from my local paint and wallcovering dealer
Now I wait until it all dries
This scraped-up edifice on my thigh
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Okey-dokey...see you guys tomorrow, eh? G'night!
PS: Good to see Kobold and Miz back here...missed you guys. | |
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Posted: 7/27/2005 10:55:30 PM | Another dainty and cute poem from the Goat. Why aren't you published in Good Housekeeping?, haha....
Weak wind scuds across
the hot sands ridged and dribbling--
kids chase their dead kite. | |
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Posted: 7/28/2005 7:56:54 PM | Howdy all. Good to see ya'll here on this fine Thursday night. I'm still getting the way all paved and ready for the arrival of Breathing. Soon, she will be here.
Rory...me? Good Housekeeping? Or maybe Mediocre Barnkeeping? Dainty and cute? Sure, that describes me...Sandra Dee with lots of body hair.
Well, since I ran out of time today here's a haiku:
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Fat man in T-Shirt
Lopes past the quickening cars
In search of Slurpees
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I live near a 7-Eleven...the BMI indexes of most of its customers is off the scale. And they say there's no real earthquakes in Saskatchewan.
Okey-dokey...I've insulted a quarter of the city's population already. Time to sleep. G'night, eh? | |
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Posted: 7/29/2005 7:15:57 AM | Good Morning everyone...
Well just wrote this for longte's contest so thought I would post it here, the mind is still not in full force when it comes to writing so forgive me....
have a great day everyone..
Twisted
Come to me baby let’s explore
The boundaries set by society
Let me show you what I want
And baby what I need
Let’s put on some soft music
Hold each other tight
Dance a few slow dances
Until the mood is just right
Slowly our temperatures rise
Bodies in tune as one
Now is the time to forget the rules
And start to have some fun
Little strip tease done for you
Do you like what you see my sweet?
I see you licking your lips
Thinking of your pleasurable treat
Pull me onto the bed
And allover lick and kiss me
Hear me moan with delight
Look into my eyes what do you see?
Pleasure and hunger are there for you
You take that as a sign of need
We begin to roll around the bed
Becoming twisted in the sheets
Our hearts are now entwined
Twisted like the sheets they have become
Two hearts now unite strong
Beating together as one….
Miz
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