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Posted: 9/11/2005 1:02:04 PM | Thank you for the warm welcome Goat :)
It is a pleasure indeed...
This is a great thread...
The following is but a work in progress ... perhaps one day I will acutally finish it ... but meanwhile this will have to suffice...
Fleure
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Lament
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I have been standing here forever,
With my soul beside me,
Unknown to the world.
Thunder rolls,
Lightning strikes.
I continue to stand
At the window -
Facing the sea
That took her from me.
Now
A droplet of pain
A droplet of time
A droplet of blood
Stain the dusty ground.
I used to fly to other worlds,
To fairy realms of colour,
Looking for her,
My lost little one -
He doesn’t know the difference.
I forgive him.
Oh my castles in the sky!
Always I have forgiven him -
He doesn’t know the difference.
Now
A river of pain
A river of time
A river of blood
Wash away the earth.
There was too much rain
And it went on for too long;
This sea of sorrow
Soon will overflow -
He won't know the difference.
Now
A flood of pain
A flood of time
A flood of blood
Fill the room
No peace,
And I am drowning.
I belong to the sea
Its waves are pulling me under -
He won't know the difference
The window is open
Wind strokes my hair.
One last look…and
My soul lifts
Its wings.
Free at last,
I soar above
I can see her
In the sea
Or is it my reflection...
I hear the panic,
Feel the worried touch,
His voice is calling me -
He knows the difference…now.
Too late:
That time has slipped away.
I fly into the sky,
My little one is calling me.
Finally, the rain has stopped. | |
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Posted: 9/11/2005 8:28:31 PM | Hello all...
Greeting to you, FleureSauvage. You have a graceful style, I look forward to more of your words around this barn.
Dearest Goat.....It was a memorable sermon, as always…. And yes, the flavour lingered.
A smooch for thee, me'Love
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Essence of love
The warmth of his touch
Scents of burgundy wine
The taste of cherries in the rain
Stillness of time
The feel of his hand in mine
Whistles in the wind
The timber of his words
Moments
Engraved in my mind
Memories for a lifetime
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Posted: 9/11/2005 10:43:58 PM | What Might Have Been
Light caresses, long strokes
Down a tired back
Whisper like kisses
to help him sleep.
dar... | |
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Posted: 9/12/2005 6:23:08 PM | Howdy all...good to see youse guys here again. Fleure has done it again.. a truly amazing bit of poetry there. Unfinished? Well, what is finished..really. Everything is evolving, even poetry. Thanks for posting it in the Barn. I look forward to seeing more.
And hello to Dar...short, powerful and incredibly wistful. Thank you as well.
And Breathing...m'dear...she knows exactly how I feel about her words and the mind and heart that drives them all. Loves ya, eh?
Okay...a poem? This one kind of fell out just after supper...many things tend to do that after supper:
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Something for the Kids
To bed, to bed
That’s what I said
Don’t give me that angry face
Move now, move now
What are you, half dead?
G’wan and pick up that pace!
Don’t sulk, don’t sulk
I can see your ears getting red
Hold your anger with grace
Haul ass, haul ass
Get all that laziness out of your head
Think of it as a two-butt-cheek race
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Okay, it sucks. Tell it to the kids...rub their noses in it.
G'night, eh? | |
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Posted: 9/12/2005 8:07:31 PM | How goes the night for all?
Hi to you, Dar50- I liked your little gem
And Dee Goat - -Loves ya right back. You have a mind that never stops. Always filled with wisdom
Well,,,,,, have a good one y'all.
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Beneath the covers
There sits a well of lost plots
Forgotten thoughts
Inspiration that can be bought
Happiness that can be derived from within
Windy writers that want you to win
Simply look to the pages of a self-help book
Hearts that lay broken
So much left unspoken
For souls waiting for that mighty fix
Simply look to authors
Eager to sell their profundity
And you might find the end to dysfunctionality
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Posted: 9/13/2005 8:58:43 AM | Howdy all,
Been out with a cold, but just got caught up!! Awesome writes!!! Life is doing good Breathing, just really busy and non-stop right now!!!
Sam | |
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Posted: 9/13/2005 1:23:43 PM | Hey, Barn-aholics ! One more poem then I'm taking a pond break for a few weeks. I'll miss you. All of the regulars I count as my friends. And the occasional drop-ins are funky, too.
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YOUR GHOST BESIDE ME
Ten years flows fast.
I'm sitting on English Bay again,
your ghost beside me
as I gaze across the sea's expanse
at the gently bobbing sailboat slicing
the swells of green under secretive winds,
and guide you there... and there... and over there...
your composed presence, as before
engendering wild flourishes and dreams
so much so that I wanted to live forever
in your stroking arms and soft low moans.
Smoke from the burning bog has cleared,
and the indiscriminate sun lights my thoughts
with sweeping backwards love breaking
along the grey-green undulations.
Your silence haunts me like a misremembered gesture
in a fluent ring of rapture.
But stay, anyway, here against me
with the billowing air, our spirits somehow fused
in an understanding past the waves'
dying crescendoes, gulls and young children
scattering at the shore looking for another crest. | |
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Posted: 9/13/2005 1:23:46 PM | Seems to me that if'n stuff fell outta Goat after supper he musta unscrewed his belly button while clearing out the lint..and didn't screw it up again.
Breathing....tell him to Shopvac it out next time 'kay.
England won the Ashes
Dressed in white
With wooden bats
They were bowled overs
Wearing hats
Wickets fell
Bails went down
Maiden centuries
Silly wickets
LBW's thats the ticket
Gosh and golly
They did it
Trounced the Aussies
And wasn't it
ABSOLUTELY
SPLENDID PLAY
Cricket and England live
To Bat and Bowl another day
Yeah I know...
But I am still a Brit at heart
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Posted: 9/13/2005 3:16:42 PM | In theCock*ney vernacular
'nuvver one darlin'
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
We bleedin made em eat it
Clobbered the sh*it
Out those gits
Oh Victory is sweet
harharharhardyharhar
snarf | |
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Posted: 9/13/2005 6:43:52 PM | Howdy all.
Hello to Mari..good to see you're back and feeling close to kinda-sorta 100 %.
Howdy to Rory...again, excellent. Are you taking a break from the smoke down your way? Looks nasty. When you travel, make sure to bring a spare pair of gonch. I heard it's important. Your place in the barn will always be here, pardner. We'll miss you too, eh?
And Pickles...you slay me. So, does the the word "cockney" get bleeped around here? Is "cocktail" still a forbidden word? What about "urethra"? Oh and....GO ENGLAND!!! I never was much of a cricket fan, but an English win in any sport is a good win.
I tried to screw my bellybutton back on but the threads are stripped. I rolled up a sock and stuffed it in. I hope that'll do it for a while.
Okay... how aboot a poem, eh?
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I Don’t Geddit
Old people stare at nothing
Pausing
Gazing off into damp, empty schoolyards
Eyes roaming the distance
Leaning on a cane
A tree
One leg more than the other
Old people hear things
I don’t
And I won’t for several decades more
Inside jokes
Private sight gags
All regarded with rheumy eyes
And hairy ears
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That was inspired by someone I saw today from a ways back. He'd stop, turn his head and look at a fence, a pole, a sidewalk and then keep walking. Old people must see things that I don't and I wish I knew what was so darned fascinating.
Hmm...well, I gotta tackle that Breathing gal. She's looking bored.
Snerf...g'night! | |
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Posted: 9/14/2005 2:48:15 PM | Hey Goat...you old goat you hehehehe
Down boy...
Breathing, if'n it gets too much you can have an attack of the vapours .......
I went to a quaint little gathering this morning....the "Charity Coffee Morning"
The printed invitation was done on good card stock
Engraved, the date and time ..The 14th at 10 o'clock
A coffee morning for "Charity" such a worthy cause today
With a Raffle and "Bring and Buy" and Christmas cards for sale.
The coffee was awful...the Brits should stick to tea!!
The people I met DELIGHTFUL, although much older than me
It really made me yearn for the life I choose to leave
Land of Hope and Glory, and Canada, I Stand on Guard for Thee
This Canadian Brit really does miss some of the Pomp and Circumstance
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Posted: 9/14/2005 6:09:35 PM | Pickles! Only tea addicts and English women are out in the mid-morning sun, you know. My grandmother was a prime example of both and I endured many teas with her because I was too young to run away at the time. I was the only five-year old with a tea addiction. And we watched Coronation Street...erk...it seems all they say there is "Pint please, luv"...
Love your poem, m'dear. Thank you verra much.
Breathing is still doing fine and hasn't been overcome by the nasty Goativitis. She's also stronger than she looks, too. Stronger than I am, with my girl arms and vanishing ass.
Er..anyway...how 'bout a quick poem?
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Moonlight Sleeping on a Midnight Lake
(With apologies to Paul Simon)
Poemless, Poemless
My thesaurus lies open like a houseplant
Poemless, Poemless
My brain is as empty as my pants
Poemless, Poemless
I’m waiting for my Arts Council grant
Poemless, Poemless
Too far, I am taking this slant
Poemless, Poemless
I’d like to end well but really can’t
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Okay, make sure to tip your server and don't forget to take a mint before leaving. G'night! | |
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Posted: 9/14/2005 6:56:04 PM | Not enough time in one day
Oh, my head has the twirls
Tomorrow, two separate hospitals
With two of my girls
A tug -a -war
On my heart
Have to be the youngest
Of them to start
Then to the oldest
When the youngest is done
I’m gonna need a vacation
That’s planned just for one!!!
Sam | |
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Posted: 9/14/2005 7:39:38 PM | Well howdy ho....
Hey Rory, be well mate and we will be awaiting your return....Loved the last one you graced us with.
Pickles, you did it again...Yup....Y'ar a blast. And ya know, the goat is a treat, a tasty one. He has some fine belly button lint. ;-)
Mari_Sam -- I hope all goes ok tomorrow.... I see your poetic nature is alive and well...hugzzz to ya
Goat, Dear Goat --You have a way with words that astounds this gal :: wit, charm and wisdom.
A short stop for me this night...This gal is a tired lass
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The rustle of waking leaves
Movement in the breeze
One quiet morn
Stillness is born
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Posted: 9/14/2005 8:27:52 PM | Hi everyone just pokin a little fun at myself due to my spelling abilities
Hoocked on Fonicks
Hoocked onn fonicks neeveer werkd fer mee
Wen Ah tri too loock au werd inn tha dixenaury
Ah neeveer caan finde itt neever caan tel
Wicsh werd itt iss Ah amm triing two spel | |
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Posted: 9/14/2005 8:48:47 PM | Two poem at the extreme opposite ends of the spectrum:
Wicked Life
Oh wicked life, that bleeds me dry,
Strips me of love, and makes me cry.
Death seems so sweet, no more pain,
Just lie in your grave, never to rise again.
Blood flows forth, my life drains away,
For me there'll be no tomorrow, so no need to pray.
Love is no more, So neither will I be,
I shed this earthly coil, a sorrowful soul set free.
~Kobold~
(Just a mood-no worries)
Declaration of Love
It’s hasn’t been that long, but can bear it no more,
A battle I fight inside, my mind and heart at war.
Sense and sensibility, they mean nothing to me right now,
My heart aching to share, and to it I must finally bow.
I wish there were eloquent words to say, about how much you mean to me,
But then they’d only get in the way, and confuse the issues that be.
I can’t say you’re the first, a sorrow I forever must bear,
But you can be the last, and most important life that I share.
I promise you that I’m not perfect, but I’ll always give you my best,
That I’ll be there when it counts, in that you can surely rest.
For my heart now is yours, do with it what you will,
My only hope is for you to be mine, and that all your dreams I’ll fulfill.
You make me complete, and so there’s only one thing I can do,
To finally give into my heart, and tell you that I do love you.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 9/15/2005 5:56:49 PM | Howdy all...good to see you guys here in the Barn. A lovely little ditty by Mari..thank you so much for that.
Hoocked on Fonicks made me laugh...it also reminded me of the Hooked on Monkey Phonics episode of South Park. Heh heh...
Hey Kobold...Breathing had a suspicion that you had found a lovely fish and she was right. Congrats and long life together, pardner and pardnerette. And your two poems, Kobold...as usual, excellent.
As for me...get your mouth ready for a load of goat droppings:
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Thursdays and Welaways
I read a welaway on my e-mail today
It came from far away
From Toronto so they say
From people being underpaid
Or can’t get laid
I really can’t relay
What’s a welaway, you may say?
It’s an expression of grief in a sorrowful way
That’s what I heard and read the entire day
I was so glad when I came home to stay
Breathing thrust a beer in my way
And that improved the day
The welaways went aways
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Okay...I'm done. Time to wrestle that Breathing gal and get me another beer. I'll have to sneak up on her while she's distracted....wish me luck...
G'night. | |
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Posted: 9/15/2005 6:12:37 PM | teaching children....relaying information...watching the mind tick...
sudden realization....getting the right answer...finally...smiles..
giggles...laughter...worth so much...
parents conferences...parents trying to do the kids work...
parents complaining ....
it is too hard for their kids....
children bright and quite capable...doing above and beyond what is expected...
spending so very much time having to educate parents to allow you to teach the kids...
why can't you just teach the kids and not have to spend so much time educating
the parents...time you could spend working on lesson plans to teach the kids
..... being involved in ones childs education is a good thing...but you can't
do it all for them... learning is something you have to do for yourself..not something
mom can do for you.....
taking responsibility.... something everyone needs to learn.... kids can be responsible for their homework...
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sun is shining....clouds are moving.... weather cooling off... the middle of september....high 90's the high's no longer in 3digits...yea......!!!!! | |
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Posted: 9/16/2005 4:01:40 PM | Good day all......Tis Friday
Hello to you, Sukari --Sounds like you have your hands full with quick little minds and stubborn adult minds...
Kobold -- Glad you have found a soul equal to you ...blessings to you and the gal ;-)
Howdy to blitznboltz ...T`was a nice little ditty ya left ....I had a good chuckle. Stop back here again, this barn is a great little place
Ahhh,,,, Sweet Goat... Are ya ready for a Friday tackle, a brew and a poem?
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Time rustles in the wind
The sound of stories being told
The touch of one silent breath
And life begins to unfold
Memories soon to take form
Patience settles on the shore
The caress of his words
You breathe deep into your core
Love moves in the quiet spaces of life
In stillness you watch moments pass
Welcoming his hands
In trust you lay nestled in the grass
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Posted: 9/16/2005 5:29:14 PM | have a wonderful weekend breathing...
excitement....the rush...speed.....
today a new world .......
a big change...
brought by the ever ready service man
dial-up to highspeed internet....
took a bit of configuring... after I got home...but now it is even wireless....
I can check my email on the porch...
swinging in my swing watching sunset.....
dogs jumping up...ever excited....seeking that ever desired scratch, rub behind the ears...just above the tail......
high speed internet....such a step up....I never knew there were all those pictures...:-)
typing words..sharing feelings...heart to heart...mind to mind.....
worlds apart...time in time....
a teenager.....
talking speaking..working how to figure out just what can make it all better
how to make sense in the world of an 18 year old....
an 18 year old who thinks...only her boyfriend knows anything....everything...
a world I cannot begin to understand how it is configured...
orange, red...pink...that ever beautiful.....setting sun...brought to us by the mosqitoes.... | |
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Posted: 9/16/2005 8:27:51 PM | Howdy all. Hello to and welcome back to Sukari. It is great to see you again in the barn! And you sound like you've had your days and your hands full lately. Always love your words, my friend.
Okay...a poem. It ain't great, but there it is:
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Yeah, But It Rhymes
The time is right, the time is nigh
To scratch that itch betwixt my thighs
No secret is lost and no knowledge won
When all of you hear of the rash on my bum
Sure this poem is dirty and it is crass
But so is my abundance of seeping gas
I have things that crawl and they may creep
Just know that my garden is looking “steeped”
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Gawd, I hate that Tim Horton's commercial..."Hey, Mrs. Chang -- garden's lookin' steeped!"
Laaaaaame.
Okay...see you guys tomorrow-ish. G'night, eh? | |
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Posted: 9/16/2005 9:50:07 PM | ROFLMAO!
Ya still got it Goat! I just hope I don't get it-lol.
Thanks for the well wishes there Goat and Breathing. Doing good-loving life! But the dark ain't going anywhere either. just have to mix it up a little though now.
You
I will lie down tonight, and dream only of you,
The look in your eyes, and the little things you do.
Your sweet smiling face, and the laugh you make,
The way you hold close to me, just for its sake.
How beautiful you are, my vision in my dream,
The way you glow, how you light up and beam.
The warmth of your breath, as you snuggle to my chest,
All these little things, that just make you the best.
You are the light inside the darkness; you help me to see,
And you have made me so happy, because you chose me.
Cya later my friends,
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 9/17/2005 7:42:33 AM | Hello everyone....yep I am alive..barely today...lol
Went out last night, first time in about 4 months and was hurting....lol..had a great time, some revelations came out, so it was all in all a very good night....little pain today was worth it...
Hope all is well, I feel that since things are settling down now I might be able to use the mind to create, so hopefully in the near future I will have things completed for all to read again....but I am always around, just not always commenting..lol
Kobold hun glad to see your smiling, congrats and enjoy each day you have without focusing to much on the future, each day is a gift.....
well this lassie is off for a bit so that I can try to start my day...
To Goat and Breathing, thank you for being there and for keeping this barn going, it is my haven and for that I am grateful...thanks..
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Posted: 9/17/2005 8:01:10 AM | Just sneaking through doing Dragon things
Hi everyone
Have to answer Pickles
How can cricket be called a sport
If after five days it comes to nought
13 men who stand around
on supposed hallowed ground
Now and then to make it real
someone gives a loud appeal
You have a bowler who does his best
all the others have a rest
One with gloves who wicket keeps
While the rest are half asleep
If your lucky you may see
A wicket taken, calamity
Then all the fielders give a shout
finger raised, Yes thats out
Five days of this to call it draw
Thats where crickets surely flawed
Cricket has a boring pace
No good for making your blood race
Ice Hockey on the other hand
I can really understand
Players injured, some get maimed
That is what you call a game
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Posted: 9/17/2005 5:02:55 PM | Well, there's a long-lost face only a mother or a goat could miss. Hello Longte you ol' dragon, you. You're still in fine fightin' poetic form. Masterful and full of cricket.
Hello to Sukari and her words of hurried and harried life. One step at a time, my friend. Wear rubber boots and watch the deep piles of shit when you walk. I always love seeing you here.
Breathing? Well, she knows. Ah, yes...she knows how much I adore her and her weighty words. She's on the phone now with Mother-dear...best be quiet.
A poem? Well, yes, I do have one here. This one might be a little cryptic, so just do a search for Cain + Surveyor + Josephus and all will be made clear. The historian Josephus made reference to Cain being the first to implement a uniform system of weights and measures...yadda yadda yadda...
So, a poem was born while reading on the johnny:
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The Measure of Some Things
If Cain is considered to be the first land surveyor
And Abel was killed because he was the first nay-sayer
That would have multiplied Cain’s load of sin
Cain is said to become the first city planner
And in his usual abrupt manner
Subjected all affected converted within
With proposals for consistent weights and measures
He thought he unlocked wondrous treasure
He knew the secret to efficient trade lay therein
But he removed humankind’s primitive simplicity
And brought in needless complexity
He introduced us all to the modern din
If the measure of all things is considered equal
Could another Cain and Abel provide us with a sequel?
Such treasure could not be measured and no one would win
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So, there it is. Love it or leave it...it is done, like a turd lying in the hot sun. A poem is birthed.
My beer is getting warm. Later, eh?
EDIT: I forgot to say howdy to Kobold...thanks mate and you got the poetry. Keep the dark, pardner...it gives you creative edgieness. And Miz...I wondered where you have been. Good to know you still are thinking of us and you're spot in the barn is still here...always will be. Breathing will be along to say howdy to you as well...as soon as my arse gets away from this chair...very soon now...yup, verrrrry soon....
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