| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 8/17/2005 1:34:56 PM | Fragrant the
Honeysuckle vines
Behind the back porch
Where we spent the summer
Swinging snugly in the gleaming
Moonlight. Barn owls calling urgently
Back and forth. We were lost in each other’s
Smiles; hypnotized by each other’s hands
Clasped together, in promises of spring.
Entwined in scented dreams sweeter
Than richest masses of blossoms
Twisting yellow through
The railing.
Who could have seen it coming?
The sentence of sickness
Descending.
When the first frost arrived
Lightly dusting pumpkins and squashes,
I lay alone between rows of dried cornstalks
In the field beyond the chicken-house,
Face down in the icy mud
Weeping.
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 8/17/2005 6:25:17 PM | Howdy all...and welcome to Thor. Good to have you in the barn...excellent post, too.
Hello to Breathing...hello m'dear. I'll post this and proceed to tackle you...grrrowwlll....
As for me..here's a post n' run:
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If I Could Hump But One Day
One rainy Wednesday
And nothing in the brain
It got steamrolled over by work
And the noise of a freight train
So, a stop and a pause
Now that the day is through
All that is left in my poetic mind
Is an assortment of goo
Supper is all eaten and done
The dishes are all cleared
All that is in the heart
Is the wish for a beer
But nothing stops the body
From approaching the keyboard
It’s the least I could do
To keep from getting bored
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Okey-dokey...see you later, eh? Hugs and handshakes to all. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 8/17/2005 7:16:55 PM | Based on Graham Masterton's "Death Dream"
Shadow Of Death
Agonizing screams pierce the night,
Razor sharp claws shear flesh in a bloody spray,
Out of nightmares of unadulterated fright,
The shadow of death has risen in a bloody melee.
He has come to claim the waking world,
No more to live in our minds or legends,
His evil and pure darkness he has unfurled,
With his deathblow delivered in seconds.
By day he is bound in our dreams,
It’s through nightmares he finds the door,
His pleasure is in our screams,
But it’s not enough he wants so much more.
Demented eyes of pure hate,
Claws as sharp as razors for the kill,
A hunger for blood he can’t satiate,
To take life is his only thrill.
“Thy rod and staff comfort me”,
My only weapon against this evil,
Without it my only option is to flee,
Or for my life beg and grovel.
“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death”,
With him my fear is very real,
With the staff I could take his last breath,
And then deaths fate I’d seal.
But, alas, all doesn’t always end the way we want it,
Death will come no matter what we read or pray,
And no matter to what God or religion we submit,
Death will surely get his day.
~Kobold~
Sleep well | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 8/17/2005 9:12:27 PM | Played the game we all love,
Especially when the Lard above
Gave us a day such as this,
To Golf, to play the course
Which I did..I believe I did
Though the game I played was not my best
My Golfing skills were put to the test
I realized..........
This is not a game of luck
This game I now call
WHACK...............F U C K | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 8/18/2005 2:09:00 PM | Good afternoon you crazy folk- - -
Good to see you again Kobold -- your write is filled with life, or was that death ;-)
Pickles -- you always make me laugh
Hello to ya brilliant Goat - - Yup, this was my educational afternoon. Now tis on to a brew, join me?
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Canada in the spotlight
They speak of fashion as
Whimsical
Fresh, flavorful
They whisper the
Brightness of pigment
Is the fabric laced?
Rich in Protein
Does it have stamina?
Mark by Mark
A flamboyant man
Dresses young
Twenty somethings
In sweet, happy clothes
From all across the land
Women dressed to the hilt
Walk the plank
Milan and Paris
New York and Toronto too
Making love to the stage
Bringing in the buyers
Far and wide
Mackage creates outerwear
With nothing to hide
Heavy on intrigue
Style that shouts sex appeal
Classical yet pretty, with a sexy twist
I learned a valuable lesson today
This is what a woman
Craves?!
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 8/18/2005 4:12:38 PM | Fashion shows down walk-the-gangplanks put me to sleep,
A cacophony of cloying colour, though no one weeps.
Instead, the pasted smiles of the mannequin sashayers
Say, "look, but don't touch, you sucked-in players". | |
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| The let down...
Posted: 8/18/2005 7:48:26 PM | Hello all. Welcome to Brags...and that was a good 'un, too...made me chuckle.
Hello to Rory with his usual greatness and his tidy follow-up to Breathing-dear's poem. She was inspired by the load of crap on daytime TV. She's still amazing, though.
Howdy to Pickles too and her tribute to the sport of kings...whack...****!!! I haven't even played golf yet this year. Slothful me. I have no balls either. Er...golf balls, that is. I have no GOLF balls.
Maybe I don't have any of the other ones either...
Alrighty...just a quick haiku from me and that'll do. My lumpy a*** is tired from a long day at work. This little ditty was inspired by a sight on the way home...
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Haiku with Mayo
A large three-chinned man
Barrelled out of Burger King
Whopper in his hand
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He was a heart attack waiting to happen. Right after his whopper and poutine.
Okay..g'night youse guys! | |
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| The let down...
Posted: 8/19/2005 3:09:17 PM | G'day, G'day ...
Hey Rory - - Great write!! How are the mountains doing?
It. Is. Friday!! A weekend with the Goat is near ... He is a wonder ;-)
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Gentle words spoken
The subtle touch of a hand
Warmth between each breath
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/19/2005 8:12:17 PM | Howdy all. Pretty quiet here today. Almost dead-like, save for Breathing and myself.
You can almost hear the crickets chirp and the goat dung settle into the barn's crevices. Settling like chocolate pudding on a warm outdoor deck. Mmmmm...
Anyway...here's a poem:
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A Late Summer’s Night Wish
Outrageous, she said
Her hands covering her face
Courageous, I said
Eyes darting from space to place
I never asked for the moon, the stars
A gold watch or a fancy car
Or even jewels from the bowels of Muscovy
All I wanted was some pizza with anchovies
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And a beer to wash it all down. Then I'll need some quiet time to reflect on it all and crack a couple off. Nothing like achovy farts in the dead of night to bring one close to your own chi.
G'night youse guys...lurkers, lookers and well-wishers. Hugs and handshakes. | |
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/19/2005 8:52:08 PM | Hi everyone..bear with me..I am going to try my hand at a poem....
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Keyboard Delights
My fingers lovingly caress your
indentations and punctuations..
All thru the night..just the two of us..
My eyes are closed..I know you so well
I can touch you in places..oh, but I'll never tell
But don't get complacent, or get itchy feet..
I have the power...control/Alt/Delete!
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/19/2005 10:10:56 PM | ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
LMAO
TRY?
HELLOOOOOOOOOOO
BRILLIANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | |
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/19/2005 10:59:52 PM | hi pickles...thankyou for your very kind critique | |
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/20/2005 5:22:39 AM | Good Morning everyone...
Yes I am still alive and kicking, well kinda...lol this month I have so much going on my head seems to be swimming in it all, oh well soon time to calm down and get lots of presents for my bday...lol
Hope everyone is well, I may not post but I am always lurking and reading and there have been some wonderful writes and as always some good sermons from our fine patron the goat...
I am going to try to work the brain and create so hopefully I can be back posting soon again
Take care have a great weekend..
hugsssssssssss
miz | |
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/20/2005 7:01:18 AM | hey its me again....just wrote this so thought I would share....take care all
Wherever the wind takes us
Whatever path we shall take
Whatever life throws at us
It will never be more then we can take
Whenever you’re by my side
Whenever you’re holding me tight
While the skies turn dark and grey
It will always be all right
When the world loses faith
When the hope is all gone
While others pray for salvation
It will be never feel that wrong
While days fall into each other
While the seasons change to fast
When others miss the passing days
It will be for us memories to last
When you are here with me
When we share our strong love
While the world deals with pain
It will always feel like heaven above
With you by my side
With two hearts beating as one
While others search for happiness
It will always feel like the day we had begun
miz | |
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/20/2005 7:18:21 AM | Hello all. Good to see you guys here...and lookit all the traffic here. Welcome to Dar and a great big ol' thank ya kindly to ye. That was a fine poem. I absolutely agree with the wisdom of Pickles (another good poem title right there).
And a welcome back to Miz. Hello there, you. You visited and brought poetry with you. Thank you so much for that. You bring a smell of sweetness into this old barn, you do. Never change your style. You are you.
And I am me, as you will see here. Now stoke up the campfire (where's Campfire Dave when you need him?) and lean in close. It's a ballad kinda day:
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Short Pork Road
Let me tell you a story about a young man
Who lives on Short PorkRoad
(guitar strums…clears throat)
He was a simple man, that Tom Greenan
People thought he was dark and he was schemin’
He spent his days putting fireworks into toads
And spent his life on Short Pork Road
Now Tom grew up around a lot of pigs
For horses and cows, he didn’t give a frig
He spent his nights watching free-ranging pork
He had no friends, as he was a dork
But there was one little pretty sow
That captured his heart and didn’t know how
He attended to her like the queen of Sheba
His attraction to her he couldn’t explain neithuh
But the time did come when hands guided by fate
Brought Tom the day he would rue and hate
He came home from work, tired and dense
And heard his pork-love squealing on the electric fence
She came up lame and soon had to be slaughtered
There were no piglets she could have sonned or daughtered
Tom had no clue the pig-princess he so admired
Was trucked to the abattoir where his work desired
Now imagine Tom’s alarm disgust and surprise
As he was standing on the production line
He used every curse and prayer in the Good Lord’s book
As he saw his pork-love passing by on the hook
There’s many tales along Short Pork Road
Every house has a story, a song has an abode
Be careful of any inter-species affair
You’re better off having sex with a chair
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This was inspired by Breathing and her unusual way of hearing in the morning. Somehow "Sherwoood Park" became "Short Pork". We didn't have coffee then, so things weren't firing well for either of us. It worked out kinda well. Good enough for government work, is what I say.
See you here for the sermon tomorrow. Be ready. Bring Saran Wrap and Mazola.
Ta. | |
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/20/2005 2:51:25 PM | It would seem my little secret has become known
I thought that I had been discreet
Hidden it from show
It would seem a Goat from 'Toontown
Has clairvoyant skills
And has exposed my fetish...
Plastic and Canola Oil
Give me such a thrill!
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/20/2005 3:17:39 PM | Was just having a quiet moment of introspection and remembered that one year for Cristmas I bought my parents a goat. They had just moved to a large property and my father got it into his head that the way to keep the grass down was to get a goat
TA DA >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
They called this goat
LBOLO
Which I believe is bemba or chibemba for goat (We lived in Africa for many years)
Lbolo
When you say it slow.....
Has an air of mystery
Could it be
That our dear Goat
Has been living a double life
A sort of cloven oh oh seven?
If so...
Does he like his Marinis dry
Stirred not shaken?
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/21/2005 8:54:52 AM | lol well done goat and pickles, I can always count on coming into the barn to have a smile or a few chuckles cross my face, thank you for always enlightening us and making our days a little brighter...
I am here eagerly waiting for the sermon of the day...sorry this is lame....lol...
here we sit and ponder
what the goat has in store
while all the followers continue
to scramble in the barn door
we sit and wait patiently
for the daily words
the words the goat has to share
words we have never heard
he speaks of lard
and ghastly things
of donuts, coffee
and trapeze swings
sometimes you wonder
shake your head at the sight
but most days you can't wait
because the words are all right
his take on life is one of a kind
and for that we thank the lord
so pull up a bale and sit on down
while the goat speaks his famous words
his sunday sermon will leave you
wondering and shaking your head
will bring you smiles and laughter
taking you through the day to bed
so thank you for sundays
when we can hear the goat
just remember to bring a tip of donuts
and fill the pockets of your coat.........
miz | |
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/21/2005 9:48:10 AM | Good morning all. Thank you, Miz for that lovely introduction. I spent the morning watching religious programs on the telly and was thusly inspired.
Now gather around and I'll tell you what's in my little coconut:
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Psalm 471 – The Book of Goat
After listening to a Bible reading
On television this morning
Thy Lard hast discovered
Even when someone interprets it for Him
He finds the Bible awfully confusing
A man with nice hair is on TV now
Telling me that when God speaks
You should listen
And do exactly as He says
Or Very Bad Things will happen
The man with the nice hair
And the shiny suit
Said God is not easy going
And not terribly forgiving
And had many Bible verses to back him up on that
The problem Thy Lard has is thus:
God hasn’t spoken to Him
Not once
Ever
Not so much as a postcard or a phone call
So how his Thy Lard supposed to know
What God wants?
Now, I can hear someone say
“Read Thy Bible and thee will understand.”
Er…yeah…
Thy Lard has had several years of instruction
In that fine book of which
An enduring religion was built
But He just don’t get it
Though well-meaning people in clean shirts
And ties
Have tried Very Hard to get Him to see
What it all means
Thy Lard just don’t get it still
Like today
When he heard of poor Uzzah
As he was struck down by God
For touching the Ark of the Covenant
Without the Almighty “Simon Says”
I mean, really…
Amen
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Okay...my coffee's getting cold here. The collection plate is coming around, so please refrain from spitting in it. Leave the donuts and the beer by the pulpit and I'll (erhum) make sure it is offered to Thy Lard in a proper fashion.
Be good...enjoy the day and turn those frigging frowns upside down. Don't argue...shaddup and do it.
Later, eh? | |
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/21/2005 9:09:25 PM | The man with the nice hair and suit
Was christened "Bubba"
Or some other Redneck name
Now he's found Jesus
Would have you and me believe UhHuh
That we will be saved
Salvation
With a donation
Greenbacks, a thousand
Or two, and you
Will be delivered to a place where you want to be...
Bankcruptcy
While he has his own TV show
Ya know
I think I'll pass | |
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/22/2005 4:08:40 PM | howdy all..
Hello to Dar50-- Good to see new barn folk here
Howdy Miz -- Good to see you and your heart here, as always ;-)
Pickles-- The gal with talent and wit
Goat -- You make me laugh, Ya do
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Softly we walk
The wind on our backs
Under rustling leaves
Curiosity awakens
The scent of a sunrise
The touch of a gentle breeze
Waiting
Settled in stillness
Knowledge in the silence
A moment captured
With each step
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/22/2005 5:17:47 PM | Hello all. Hello Pickles...love what you do even when you don't mean to do it.
And Breathing...well, I'll tell her later...
And me? Well, I was inspired by a chance encounter this morning:
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The Incredible Poof
A kind man on the road, a spandex-clad figure on his wheels
Is cycling through the city offering advice to anyone’s ear he steals
Today he stopped a pedalling and late-for-work old goat
He could have saved time by passing me a note
Instead he decided to pull his ghey ass alongside
I thought he was going to chat me up about the ride
But no, He wanted to dispense some “sage” advice
About how to ride my bike on the road and keep the motorists nice
I’m sure in his mind he was doing some incredible good
Casually offering safe biking tips in the neighbourhood
He looked rather fruity in his shiny helmet and spandex that was cloying
But when he opened his mid-life-crisis mouth, he was quite annoying
Now I don’t want to be controversial and I don’t want any fights
But one shouldn’t accept anything but dance lessons from men in tights
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I hope he reads this. And if any of you see any spandex-clad cyclists...avoid them.
Yep...that's all I have. Okay..be good..g'night. | |
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/22/2005 7:39:00 PM | Oh what a sweet caress
Lingering down the hall
I look up and see before me
A tall and dark gentleman
I run to the door for exit
And hold my bosoms perky
Sweet oh dream of mine
Come hereth and I shall nibble
Than what goes from here
Well What can I say
A night with me
Will rock your world away
Come hereth and be with me
Come sail away with me
And towards the moon we shall go
Sweet passion of mine!
Charming
Hello all I did my drop in and left a poem...also I wanted to say Me is 5 months pregnant now with a wee one on the way! I guess that leaves us out of mission for dates now for a while any ways!
Hey hey goat...sure miss your words and friendship along with Miz...Take care my friends!   | |
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/23/2005 10:49:35 AM | well hello charming lady, it is so good to hear from you and CONGRATS on the little one, that will always be the sunshine when you need it most, it will also cause you rainy days but it will even out..lol
so good to hear from you, hope everything is going well and that you are happy, that is all we ever want is for our friends to be happy.
Sure miss your words around here, take care and you know where to find us...
Miz | |
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| BarnSmells
Posted: 8/23/2005 2:32:51 PM | Hello yee fine barn folk...
Congrats to the charming one... A wee tiny tot soon to be
Miz ... A Hello to you ;-)
SweetGoat ... a wee hug for you as you wander in from the rain
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A Stolen penny for your thoughts
A Sad woman wrestling with her conscience
Sits distraught
The mere act of giving
A friendship forgotten in greed
She ponders the life she is living
In another land
Sits a heart
Disillusioned by the turn of a hand
Trust passed in years
Seated in honesty and compassion
Moments of truth she fears
A thought born in sadness
A woman lost in anger
Sits alone in a sea of madness
A soul at rest across the land
Sends a penny for her truth
For a friendship lost in the sand
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