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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/3/2005 6:06:06 AM | hiya all...
Congrats on your safe journey breathing, I am happy for the two of you guys, may you have many days filled with laughter and lots of love....
I will be on later hopefully with a poem, my own guy is back from holidays and has been keeping me busy to...
Bye
Miz | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/3/2005 2:48:22 PM | Howdy to all yee Dwellers/Lurkers
Kobold, bless you and your words, you are an inspiration ... Thanks, eh!!
Hey Rory... Your poem rings of truth and strength--Us teenagers in Toontown appreciate your words! Thank you :-)
Afternoon Teaps ... You will find the barn a welcoming place to leave your worldly words
Miz ... Glad your guy is back with ya and all is well, your poems are missed around this ole' barn
The Goat ... Talent is what you hold Me'Dear: Your words are consistently brilliant, and your strength of character always shines through....Please do not deny it, you know it to be true!!
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Pedals in the morning light
The taste of an eastern wind
Her hands hold the memory
Of his heart
As time stands still
She feels the silence of
Two wheels in motion
With each beat
Her soul takes rest
Under an August sky
With a quiet breath
She travels home
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See you all here tomorrow.....
Always breathing | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/3/2005 7:20:11 PM | She is still amazing, even after all the hours and words we shared so far.
Hi Miz...good to see you again and thanks for the well wishes. We are doing great here in Saskabush where you can hear an old person's incontinence from sixty miles away.
Greets and welcome to Red Danube. What the Goat writes isn't always poetry, but they are words of sorts. Good to meet you.
Hello Mari_Sam -- Breathing says she's sorry she missed you the first time around. The endless years of happiness are just beginning -- and they're off to a fantastic start. Thank you for the well wishes, too.
Okay..what do I have in the tickle trunk tonight? Just a haiku? I think so...
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A stiff wind and a beer
Saskatchewan does hear us
We return empties
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Well, Breathing read this and told me I'm amazing...I still don't agree with her, though...but she is persistent.
Okay..to other things and people. You guys take care out there, eh? | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/4/2005 2:36:27 PM | Good day lurkers and dwellers......
And sweet Goat, You are wonderous
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I wake to the feel
Of a quiet memory
As the day breaks
I taste
The warmth of his skin
The touch
Of a gentle hand
The silence of two hearts
Nestled inside
A prairie sunrise
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See ya folks later...Tomorrow is Friday,,,that means the weekend is near!! ;-) | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/4/2005 7:14:18 PM | Chevre, chevre
That word has a........
Je ne sais quois
And when you add to it...fromage
A mirage..... appears.
Smell...........well
Arome
Pheromesssssssssssssssssssss
PHSSSSSSSTTTTT
Il y a quelle que chose
That get up your nose
SO in The Toon Town
What's going down
Is a story, of love and glory
Heaving, seething
Goat (aka Chevre) and Breathing
She has Nasal Polyps, he now has no reason
To limit or maintain
Production of Methane
A match made in Heaven
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/4/2005 7:23:38 PM | Hello Pickles...you got a good one out there, you did. It is a match made in Heaven, or at least in Saskatoon. Breathing is amazing, still...even when she's brushing her teeth or if we're sharing a bowl of Shreddies in the morning.
A poem? Hmm...a poem...
I really don't have a poem at all. How about another haiku?
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Steak with potatoes
Gravy on the side of it
Roll in it before
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Yep, that truly is all I have right now. The weekend will be better...less work and more fun for an old goat. You guys take care out there. G'night eh? | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/4/2005 7:24:34 PM | While passing time and gas in the bidet
Goat became more rank and emitted a blast
It was a deadly combo of "Je n'est sais"
From beans, burgers, brews from four years past.
breathing walked in the can with little knowledge
Of the odors there within the scorched four walls.
The stains now encrusted and making a collage
Of rorschach blots of a psychosis enthralled.
She stepped gingerly backwards and shut the door
Before a nasal infection sealed her fate
But the Goat missed the bowl and covered the floor,
Now the neighbours collect a petition before it's too late. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/4/2005 7:30:33 PM | Rory...you don't know how close to the truth you are with your last post. Breathing is now breathing again and the linoleum..well, the lino has been rolled up and burnt in accordance with Saskatoon city bylaw.
The smell was tremendous.
Excellent post, pardner. You had both of us stitches. Crazy kid.
Thanks, eh? | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/5/2005 1:00:04 PM | Hello to all the folk around here ;-)
Hello pickles - - Good to see you here, with such Style... I loved your the last work of art! And my polyps are healing nicely, Thank you
G'day Rory - - Your gracious humour leaps from the page, true talent
Mari-sam - - Thank you muchly for your wishes - He is quite the goat, I count myself blessed.......
Goat - - You and your farts, what can I say ------- You. Are. Simply. Divine!!
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Cool taste of cherries
Ripening under the sun
Silence of a breath
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Be good all and have a fun weekend, I know I will !! See you tomorrow | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/5/2005 8:23:17 PM | Howdy ya'll...how're you doing there?
Me? Fine, fine...yup, no complaints here. Actually...things are so good, I'm inspired to only write haikus of the passing moments of the day. There will still be a sermon this Sunday, though. I haven't given up on that...I'm enjoying them too much.
But, for tonight, is a smallish haiku:
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Steak and potatoes
While the hot sun wanders down
What is for dessert?
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Stop....hammertime....
Okay..it's shower time. Sweaty me needs a hosing off. Frigging hot weather...urgh...
G'night, eh? | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/6/2005 9:05:40 PM | Hello peoples....another haiku?
Yes, you love them...I know you do. You told me so over dinner.
Ready? Open your mouth:
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Hot day over here
We covered thirty k.m.
On two sets of wheels
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Yup, we had a long bike ride all over Toon Town today...just got in and we are tie-erd now. Be ready for a sermon tomorrow, you crazy kids. Wear clothes and bring money for the collection plate.
G'night, eh? | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/7/2005 8:36:55 AM | Awww dangit......wear clothes AND bring money???????? You mean I can't just choose ONE anymore? Rats.
So long freedom, I'll miss you, it's time to put pants on
Constricting fabric patches, society's grand con
To cover up my dangling bits, protecting virgin eyes
At least that's what the cops told me as they were laughing in surprise
When they caught me dancing bare in front of the widow prude
Who fainted straight away in shock at the sight of something nude
Maybe if I bring more cash, we can overlook the pants?
And even if that just won't work, hell, I'm still taking that chance.
Bring on the sermon!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm-a-READY!!!!!!!! | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/7/2005 9:37:45 AM | Well, here it is....somebody give me an AMEN!!
Howdy Agent...you're in fine form, pardner. Thanks for that warm up. I don't know if this is any good, but it may be worth a nickel or two in the plate.
Please be seated...oh and the bishop asked me if the congregation please stop wiping boogers in the Bible. That's what the songbooks are for...let's begin:
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Psalm 679 -- The Book of Goat
After some mild observation
Thy Lard hath declared:
It’s very difficult to remain grumpy
When there’s a banjo playing nearby
An accordion can piss Thy Lard off
As can a fiddle
Or harmonica
A kazoo can really set Thy Lard off
To Great Extent
But there’s something comical about a banjo
Something tame and innocent
And so very backwoods
That it is so refreshing
Now, if the banjo is being played
By an eighty-year old woman with a wooden leg
That simply adds to the comedy
If she also hath an itchy crotch
Which she scratcheth
Between sets as she scoops change from the banjo case
That is truly Divine Entertainment
So, when thou doth hear a banjo
And it is being played either poorly or well
By someone brave enough to be busking
Near some vicious Hudderites
Throw in some change
And stay for the half time show
Amen
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No buskers were harmed in the making of this sermon. The Hudderites, however...
Alrighty...enjoy the day. I shall return tomorrow. Kiss kiss. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/8/2005 5:36:01 AM | as always the sermon adds laughter to the day, way to go goat...
Glad to hear that things are going great in your neck of the woods, happy for you guys...
I am going to try to write today, and we shall see what comes out of the old brain besides brain matter or that poor hamster that has fallen off the wheel...lol
Take care for now have a great day,talk to you all later...
bye
Miz | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/8/2005 2:36:14 PM | .... Good day to all ....
Howdy Miz, and thanks - - Ya never know what can be unearthed from that brain. It's good to let that hamster off the wheel, I'm sure the 'lil creature needs a rest. Things are fantabulous here in Toontown.
As for the Goat, he is a wonder... Hooves and all!
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A slow drink of time
Sweet espresso in the rain
The touch of a breeze
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See yous later on,,,,,,, be good | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/8/2005 5:32:08 PM | Hello, Barnsters, one and all !
SEX, RAILROADS, LIBRARIES, SPIRITUALITY
A meaningful fuck
and all the fractured metaphysics
can go out the window.
The railroad cars' level heads
slide by the marina
with urgent rumbles.
Inside the library
the most neglected of books
talk to one another.
An old couple holding hands
disembark the water taxi
with jewels of light. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/8/2005 5:44:32 PM | Hi everyone....nice to be here on this glorious Monday. Rory...you still amaze me with your words. Excellent stuff!
As for me...a little plop here. Fresh goat droppings! Get your chips ready for dippin'!
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I Miss the Old IT Guy We Had
When will she be done?
Sitting around here ain’t no fun
All I can feel is my a*** getting numb
Oh, you just know that’s not fun
I swear to God she’s slower than molasses
I can see her move without my glasses
Watching her set up my computer
Is akin to being neutered
When, oh, when will she be done?
When, oh, when will that battle be won?
When, oh, when will it actually get started?
Does she, oh, does she know I farted?
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And the computer at work isn't ready yet. One more day and perhaps it will. You know you're in for a wait when the tech support people come in with a manual the size of twelve New York City phone books and proceed to flip through the index.
Gah.
Okay...g'night peoples. I shall return tomorrow. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/8/2005 6:55:07 PM | Recyling bins are interesting
Grey blue and green
Only seen once a week
Not really a topic of conversation
One does not speak
Of them on a regular basis
As one would of ..say...
A trip to Loblaws
And yet
Despite their lowness
On the conversational Totem Pole
As a whole........
They excell
Take our plastic, papers, glass and sell
Their value, second hand
SO when they stand at the kerb, proud
One should say , out loud
"Hurrah, well done, good show"
And thank the fact that
You recycled all that cra*p | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/9/2005 3:40:10 PM | Hello all you barn folk ......
Howdy pickles - - You always bring a chuckle
Hey Sweet Goat - - Y'ar the best ;-)
Hope you are all doing fine?
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Midday sun
Two wheels set in motion
No destination in mind
Quiet thoughts rest
Under the openess
Of a prairie sky
A Cool breeze
Echoes of his voice
Reflections of a moment
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I think tonight is a good night for a brewsky - - See you here tomorrow | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/9/2005 6:00:34 PM | Hello all...another day done. Good to see Pickles here in perfectly fine and recyclable form.
As for me...here's something quick:
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It’s A Living of Sorts
Things for stuff, stuff for things
Makes the work-world sing
Piles of paper and other crap
Continuously land upon my lap
I pause to consider the passage of hours
As my taste for detail steadily sours
A pause to look at the clock
Which keeps time like a dirty rock
The minutes slowly tick by
Another pause, a wonder why
At work I cannot yawn or even putz
Much less even fidget with my nuts
Such plays with boredom help the time pass
Though, in reality, time is not fast
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Okay...see you guys tomorrow...g'night. | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/10/2005 6:43:31 AM | good morning everyone.....
just a little tidbit of how my morning has been so far today, hope all is well...
have a great one..
The Inside Snowstorm...
Woke up this morning
Thinking it was going to be a good day
Mommy you said to me
I had made a mess I just wanted to play
I have powder on my hands
And some is on the floor
Oh forgot to tell you
Don’t open my bedroom door
Saw the living room floor
Blew out a sigh of relief
Opening your bedroom door
I became full of grief
On the floor and all over your cars
White powder had been laid
Lying there in wait for you
To come along and play
Said we will have to clean it up
You started to cry
I just wanted to make snow
Was the answer when I asked why?
So on the sunniest hottest days
In my house a snowstorm arrived
Because of one little boys
Imagination coming alive……
Miz | |
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| Re: GoatSmell's Own Poetry Thread
Posted: 8/10/2005 3:01:41 PM | A good day to y'all.....
Howdy Miz - - Good to see you here! Bless your lil one for inspiring a fine piece of work.
Da Goat - - Even your quick writes are great- Do not argue ;-)
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Cemetery of Saint Cyriaca
A spectacle is about to unfold
Perseids dances above
As we quietly sit below
A prairie sky comes alive
Burning with the memory
Tears of St. Lawrence
Grace the heavens
His hands gave to the poor
For this humble act
He was cooked
They say he sat
Outdoors
Upon an iron stove
As you feast this night
With gentle remembrance
Look to the eastern Sky
As an ancient story is told
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G'night all
from the land of the living skies | |
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