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Posted: 9/6/2005 11:55:45 AM | Hi Miz ! and the rest of the animal congregation. Somebody open a window, a Goatish aroma still pervades even unto the furthest purlieus of this spacious barn.
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SISERA'S LAMENT
I'm alone. Cloudbursts
pelt the pavement like pellets
shot from a petulant sky-brat
hiding and shifting behind
the ranging, puffy fortress.
I'm withdrawn. Your charms
gone with your fading filament
of hair weaving sunstreaks
in a trail as you walked away
to a plane to another city.
I'm wary. Your look,
once welcoming, became deceitful:
a Jael with black-handle
steel hammer hiding
in your pale, yellow apron.
I'm accumbent, masking
stasis with plans and words
when flesh is burning out
in tight, beseeching coils,
lanced from the fading stampede. | |
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Posted: 9/6/2005 6:04:08 PM | Howdy all. Good to see you guys here and posting hard. It's always good to see Miz alive and kicking...post the poetry when it happens. The barn will still stand in wait, hopefully as long as Admin wishes it to stand.
And Rory...incredible...you are beyond words, pardner.
As for me...well, there's this new exercise initiative happening at work. There's a lot of fat people at my workplace and this looks to be interesting to say the least. So, I had a smug moment as I biked back and forth from work. My apologies for my smuggity to anyone who may or may not work with me:
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A Smug Goaty Moment
Fitness meets fatness in the workplace at last
Promoting thinness and healthiness without having to fast
Three-hundred pound people and some lightweights too
Are gathered in teams of four, three and maybe two
There are lots of brochures of how to weight train
But little information on how appetite should reign
So, fitness will meet fatness at so very long last
Provided a lot of people get up off their collective ass
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Smug, huh? Yeah...I'll keep biking as they keep ravaging those donuts. I may even join them.
G'night, eh? | |
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Posted: 9/6/2005 6:36:01 PM | Man I miss you guys! Good to see you're all still here. Still busy on my website and work-takes a lot out of me. But I do have one to drop and then I'm off.
For Nikkie
I stood aloof, relinquishing to my fear,
I had no courage, with which to come near.
Your beauty to behold, and how your eyes shine,
Made me want so much, for you to be mine.
But the courage was yours; it was you that approached me,
Showing me my fear was for naught, that what will be, will be.
And from that first step you made, I was now set free,
For you showed a genuine interest, in me being me.
And now I travel, a path on cloud nine,
For you tell me also, that you want to be mine.
So travel together we will, to roads of the scary unknown,
But at least we can say, we have each other as our own.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 9/6/2005 7:07:38 PM | Howdy Miz, Pickles, Rory and Kobold---- lurkers too.
And of course the old lovable furry Goat… A special hug and stuff for you -- Sharing life with this goat is bliss.
I have neglected to post lately .... I am a bit rusty.... Tsk Tsk…. Shame on me…I have been a bit ---- pre-occupied looking for work and Yes, getting work!! --- That means mula. For, hmmm beer? And food. You are all posting great stuff, as always
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Maple leaves
Quietly descend from branches
Skies of tangerine
Gently release a midnight sun
White mist
Trickles blue in the fall air
Another night
Stirs in the warmth of a prairie dream
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See y'all tomorrow...sleep well. | |
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Posted: 9/6/2005 10:44:38 PM | Thanks for the kind words, Goat. And good luck with the job prospects, breathing. Kobold, buddy, good to see you drop by. Miz must be happy, I haven't read a "dark" offering from her for a while (haha...) Where's pickles? Is she getting pickled?
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ANOTHER SPRING
Our eyes lift the squat trees
abruptly, curtained air
billowed by wind and subjective thoughts.
Your feet pressing across the wet stones,
my pressure. Your laughter,
my repeated surprise.
Ensconsed in a grey gallery,
the damp bluff vanishes
when our heads turn together
following the reverberating waves.
Yesterday? I don't know,
but now there's compassion
for the sand, for certain
clumped grains, packed, buried.
And for the branches without birds
as we swing out
towards the vacant cove. | |
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Posted: 9/6/2005 10:54:14 PM | Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
Now if Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers
Where's the peck of pickled peppers
Peter Piper picked??
Or the Pickles
Now we come to it
This Pickles was picked and peppered
Not a protestation was heard.....
And yet
Those pecks are pissed at the fact they were missed
When the accountants came
To take stock and claim...
Their stake in the pickings.
And for thrills
They ate the dills
Peter Piper missed
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Posted: 9/6/2005 11:10:58 PM | 
I must imbibe my recently purchased ale
So I'm better suited to understand your tale.
This probably belongs more in Terse Verse,
But I need to glug my beverage 'fore I feel worse. | |
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Posted: 9/6/2005 11:18:15 PM | Being Pickled from the inside
Is an experience quite unique
I only do it twice a year
Did you think I was cheap????
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Posted: 9/7/2005 5:43:26 AM | lol you guys are funny...
Hiya everyone....yes Rory so far I am happy, but have also been pretty busy so not much time lately, but tonight I will sit down and create dark just for you...lol...well lets hope my mind will work that way anyway..
Hope everyone is well, congrats breathing on the new job..now your all set,good man, new job, wonderful life..
Thanks goat for always keeping my spot here at the barn,it is nice to have it to come to when I need it
Hey pickles, good to see you, hope all is well in your neck of the woods, drop me a line and let me know where you get those good pickled pickles..lol
Hey kobold, good to read your words again, I hope your doing well, miss your words bud....
take care everyone...
Miz | |
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Posted: 9/7/2005 6:18:17 PM | Hello all....work is sucking my soul dry!
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I mean, work was okay...n' stuff...
It's good to see Tera back again and Kobold and all the other barn critters. So much quality being posted here these days (and by Breathing too...hello there, m'dear...) so you won't notice is I just drop a haiku (if you know what I mean) and then wander away. 'Kay? Kewl:
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Half a block of cheese
Isn’t quite what it may seem
Fine, dairy release
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Plop. There we go. I'll try to feel more revved up tomorrow, though it isn't easy after a day of pushing so much paper around in big, wide circles. Whee.
G'night, eh? | |
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Posted: 9/8/2005 5:58:14 PM | Hi. Quick post:
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Something Confused This Way Comes
“Naked” doesn’t rhyme with “faked”
That much is true
A walk in a cold Saskabush winter
Will demonstrate that to you
It neat when my balls retreat
When the weather turns inclement
It’d be pretty whack if they crack
Like too-frozen cement
But it’d me wise and so very nice
And it might be good form
To hide, whole body, in that place where testicles warm
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Yup...okay...g'night all. | |
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Posted: 9/8/2005 6:54:36 PM | Greets to one and all... Great stuff on the menu the last few days
Hi Tera -- good to see you around this old barn ;-)
And the rest of you crazy barn dwellers...
Thanks to ya Rory and Miz.... Yup, Life is grand here on the prairie land.
Ok,,,That was a baaaad rhyme
And a big ole'smooch for the old smelly Goat
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These few simple words
Mostly absurd
With each movement in time
She seeks to find a rhyme
A gentle thought or two
That speaks of you
Or a quiet moment in my day
Resting beside the bay
Or to share feelings from the depths of my heart
But all I was able to muster, were a few tiny farts
With this bit of word play
I'd best be on my way
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Posted: 9/8/2005 8:53:33 PM | Hya all!
Another of the heart!
My Rain
If I had the world, I’d give it to you,
For the way you make me feel, and all that you do.
When I look into your eyes, I see how you truly feel,
And when I feel your touch, I know that it is real.
For without you, my days are clouded with pain,
A downpour of loneliness, with the absence of my Rain.
It just doesn’t feel right, when you are away,
I want to hold you close, in my own special way.
To feel your warmth, to smell your skin,
To feel you breathe, I snuggle closer in.
I find all that I need, within your arms,
And all I want, from your womanly charms.
Yes, I’ve found what I want, simple and plain,
It is you that I want, I want my Rain!
~Kobold~ | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/9/2005 5:26:26 AM | very good job, I hope this is a look into your life now and if it is I am happy for you hun....take care and chat with you after.
Miz | |
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Posted: 9/9/2005 6:27:30 PM | Howdy...quick post. Good to see quality from Kobold, a meritous paragraph from Miz and beauty from Breathing.
Here's some garbage from the Goat:
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No Goats Were Harmed
An unreachable itch
Can be a ****
If one has no arms or hands
How can one scratch
That itch to be dispatched
With no fingers, do you think you can?
What I’d like most
Is a sturdy scratching post
Or a sandpaper-covered man
So I could save my strength
And he could scratch me at length
And free me to graze on bran
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Nighty night. See yer tomorrow, eh? | |
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Posted: 9/9/2005 9:56:13 PM | Hiya all,
TRUCK PULL
Went out tonight
And had a blast
Drank some beer
And forgot the past
Went to the truck pull
Down at the fair
Enjoying life
Without a care
Through the mud
Loud revving went
In pickup trucks
With tailpipes bent
My ears are ringing
But that’s ok
I’ll do it again
This coming day
But it won’t be trucks
It’ll be a tractor pull
After the fair
When the mud tracks full
Sam | |
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Posted: 9/10/2005 1:28:53 AM | Hey there....I just stopped by to say what a great thread this is...so many talented writers and unique styles...Oh and Goat smell...your hospitality and fun personality makes this thread a fun place to drop in and read(not to mention your poems are amazing :D.). ...Hi Pickles,Mari,Rory,and the rest of you crazy kids...have a great weekend,Kat | |
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Posted: 9/10/2005 2:53:54 PM | Hey, there, oopster !
TWO AUGUSTS
Lying on my rented bed
in my upstairs room, stretched, not
a thought in my head,
or soft and remote thoughts
drifting in and away,
the colorful bindings of my books
filling the black wall-bookcase,
an August night before me,
twilight made longer through
joining maple and arbutus trees.
This, thirty years ago,
how a thousand religions are born
with their ridiculous amorphous buildings--
dead rectitude by sun-seared
ditches of profuse pollen.
It's August again tonight:
I watch a storm gather,
flash and pass,
birds dipping and spinning quickly,
the humidity easing,
a breeze, a gull sailing
over the fiery ocean,
then blackness, except
for the streetlights,
apartment lights,
square blue lights
of apartment televisions,
giving the night
a benign jocularity
its only twinkle and pulse. | |
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Posted: 9/10/2005 7:16:00 PM | Howdy all. A rainy and cold night in Saskabush. Windy, too...blurgh.
Thanks Oohpie...good to have you here in the Barn for a visit.
And Rory...yeah...you did it again. Amazing.
As for me...more goat droppings:
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Just a Little Bit Pithy Tonight
Fleas
Adam had ‘em
And scabbies too
But how did he get around
Eden’s hallowed ground
Without any shoes?
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Well, that'll do it for me tonight. Breathing may be along to post something. She said she might if I vacate the chair for a little while.
G'night youse guys. | |
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Posted: 9/10/2005 7:29:08 PM | Hello everyone! Wow what work :))) I am in awe A pleasure to read
I might even be turning a tad green with envy ... :P
Here I must appeal to your hospitality...
.. The following poem was written by one of my close friends a year or so back
(yes I myself am no poet .. You can all breathe a sigh of relief ... let it alllllll out .. It is a great dissapointment perhaps but one learns to cope Hahahaha I so love to be tragic ;))))))) ...
.. Uh I really should try to focus .. In any case, more to the point.. I have been trying to persuade her to edit a few parts and then publish it
But to no avail...
I need support in my case here guys and gals ;)
- B.
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On a burning bush
Is a Rose
With thorns
Through the hills softly echo
Notes,
An ancient melody
And proudly on his lifeless horse
Sits a prince
Who lost his kingdom long ago
It was long ago and yet
It was today
A blossom harshly plucked
Lost her freedom
In a world where demons dwell
And Time itself is forfeit
Bare, she lies
Upon the silken sheets
Frail yet resists the call
Solace is easily found in passion
We shall engulf you Haunt you
Love you
A thousand tears
Shining eyes have lost their luster
A thousand blows
Dark marks scream upon pale skin
Before an empty cradle
Sits the tired rose
Silence Oh
That peaceful radiance
Once reflected in the glass
Has slowly faded -
The serpents nursing on her gaping wounds
Are turning her to stone
It is forever An eternity
That wrapped in sheets of vibrant shades
She stands
Still in the silence rocks the cradle
Of a child that never was
And through the wood, triumphantly rings
A familiar, taunting tune. | |
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Posted: 9/10/2005 7:55:27 PM | Howdy all yee barn patrons…
Greetings Oohpie - -The Barn menu is always varied, filled with plenty of laughs-- a warning to ya ~~ It can get a bit smelly in here ~~ But the smell grows on ya, especially the Goat farts ;-)
Baroness - - Hello...Great write, very heartfelt... Maybe we will see your words here one day?!
Good to see the old gang here: Kobold - -A bit of warmth in the dark, eh?
Miz- - Tis always good to see you
Mari_Sam – How is life with you? Good to see you around da barn. You made me laugh with Truck Pull, T`was great
Rory - - Loved the last one you posted-- for some reason it took me to Spanish Banks.
Thank you, Dear Sweet Goat ---- For getting that great poetic a*** out of the chair, it’s still warm too. Y’ar the best!
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Settled beneath an autumn sky
Rests a simple day
Filled with the stillness of fall
Gentle touches of leaves
The warmth of words
Quiet movements turning
As day surrenders to night
Ending with the silent taste of rain
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Posted: 9/10/2005 9:48:18 PM | My Nightlight
I love my wonderfully dark world,
And all that lies within it,
Where my imagination is unfurled,
And onto paper they do emit.
It is there that I have found peace,
Amongst the darkest realms of the mind,
A place that has given my life a new lease,
And it is there that I have best shined.
But what good does it do,
This world that is mine,
When the day is finally through,
And to the loneliness I resign.
For darkness is best shared,
Where individualism will bend,
With two to one souls bared,
In life’s journey until its end.
Then amazingly I found you,
And found I was incomplete,
My eyes opened to a new view,
From whence I could not retreat.
You have brought me balance,
To my two dimensional life,
And set to it a new cadence,
Where joy is now rife.
I will still reside in my dark realm,
But from it a nightlight of love now gleams,
And no more does loneliness conquer and overwhelm,
For you have fulfilled all of my dreams.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 9/11/2005 9:24:01 AM | Contemplation
Contemplation
Of what? ...
Contemplation
By whom?
If we observe the World around us
Are we then
Observed by the Universe in turn
And with the same,
If not a higher scrutiny?
- for every road is traveled
In two directions -
In all Fairness the answer
Should be positive:
yes.
Humanity is
Constantly crutinized
By invisible
Uncountable
Eyes that watch and n
Notice everything.
Some of them are
Hostile
Some -
Indifferent
Some -
Friendly
But all vigilant
And taking notice,
Contemplating us
Calmly
Until the Day of... | |
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Posted: 9/11/2005 9:27:00 AM | SUBCONSCIOUSNESS
It can be one’s worst Enemy - if
One is frightened of the Unknown.
It can be one’s best Adviser - if
It is respected and accepted.
Friendship is based on Understanding.
Understanding begins with Dialogue.
It does not use words but speaks to… One who listens…
Its language - Feelings | |
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Posted: 9/11/2005 9:35:39 AM | Howdy-do all you fine people. Nice to see another new face here in the Barn...welcome to FleureSauvage (The Savage Flower?...my French is kinda crappy, so my apologies go without saying). Welcome to the Barn.
So...are you all doing good? Hmn? Me? Not bad at all. Yup, yup....priddy good, priddy good...
So..uh...you know what day it is? It is indeed Sunday and it is indeed time for another sermon from the Book of Goat. So, let me pull my robes out of the crack of my ass (with the Holy Salad Tongs) and we shall begin. Please stand, then sit and give me a ripping "aaaaaaMEN!"
Giddyap:
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Psalm 39 – The Book of Goat
Arbour Mist is not wine
It’s Kool-Aid, club soda and a hint of booze
With extra sugar
Just looking at the bottle makes
Thy Lard’s pancreas swell
And try to leave His body
In search of unsugared drink
Though, to be fair
Thy Lard found a recipe for
An intoxicant of Great Worth
Involving Arbour Mist and Robitussin
Which could allow a person
See through time and perhaps
Speak to Jim Morrison
Sure, there may be other things to do
Besides bother Saint Jim
There’s also Janis
And Jer-bear
To talk to
But that’s beside the point
If there was one to begin with
Shit, Thy Lard got lost for a bit
Hang on…
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Ah, yes..Arbour Mist sucks
And so does Hochtaler
And Schloss-Leiderheim
(Thy Lard is too lazy to check the spelling and His coffee is getting cold)
After a night of drinking that (berp) wine
Last night
And then eating sardines
And salt and pepper chips
And several pieces of processed cheese
And a big ol’ piece o’ ham
Guess what Thy Lard burped up all night?
Uh-huh
The Arbour Mist returned
After defeating the sardines and all
That accompanied them
Fruity, nasty, sweet burps
All night long
Leave that crap on the shelf
Drink beer
Your body will thank you for it
Later
Amen
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Okey dokey...that'll do it until the next Sunday. Hello to Kobold and his quality poem...you guys keep the Barn standing with your efforts, despite my fervent activity in polluting it.
That was terrible grammar and I apologize for that too. My coffee is cold and now I must wander away and graze upon Shreddies.
Hugs and handshakes. | |
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