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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/17/2005 9:28:47 PM | Good day folks…. Well the goat finally moved his sweet a*** to another chair….
Thank you, Sukari… A restful weekend for you as well, I do hope you enjoy that porch swing and the high-speed thing. I enjoy the rhythm of your words.
Kobold – To echo that sweet goat – Don’t loose the dark part that makes you, you.
Dear Miz—How is that wee head pain, has it settled some? I will be watching for your gracious words.
Longte --We have not seen you around these parts lately, glad you stopped in. Globetrotting, are ya?
Da Goat… You did a fine thing, building this old barn…Thank you for such kind words…. All we need do is look to your last poetic measure to see who has the weighty words…A brilliant mind, and a heart to match.
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Two worlds converge
A day
Comes to its end
Hands
Put to the test
Watching
Language in motion
Semantics
Syntax
Ideas
Knowledge shared
Thoughts
Each utterance is heard
Gentle steps
Quiet breaths
A heart
Begins to rest
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Sweet dreams Y'all ....
What day is it tomorrow???
Sunday and that means it's sermon time.... | |
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Posted: 9/18/2005 9:07:39 AM | Ah...Breathing m'dear..again, you have done it.
And I have a sermon because it's Sunday and it ain't a Sunday without a sermon from the Book of Goat...right? Right.
Here we go:
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Psalm 57 – The Book of Goat
Stupid art thou
Who smoke and bike
At the same time
Thy Lard cannot express enough
How idiotic that looks
Like reading during sex
Or eating in the shower
Well, Thy Lard is guilty
Of the latter
He had no choice
Time was slim and Thy Lard
Needed to feed
But anything else during biking
Is borderline retarded
Take a for instance
A cyclist in his spandex finery
(Which is Quite Ghey at the best of times)
Juggling a cell phone and
A cup of coffee
He ripped past Thy Lard
In Great Haste
If he had a cigarette hanging from his
Blabbering mouth
Thy Lard would have beaten him
Most Soundly
With the spandex weenie’s
Own fist
And Thy Lard wouldst have rejoiced
And taken that coffee
Provided it was straight-up black
With no fag sugar and cream
It would have been an offer pleasing to Thy Lard
But he didn’t and no bus hit him
Though Thy Lard wished it so
Biking and smoking….JeeeZUS!
Amen
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The day is nice again and Breathing and I are out to bike in the wilderness of Saskatoon. Maybe we'll shoot some dinner, wrestle a pound of coffee and take it home...whatever goes...
Later, eh? | |
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Posted: 9/18/2005 4:41:40 PM | Hello all....
I am so grateful that people like the ones that reside here at the barn are in my life, it is nice to know your thought of even if its by someone you have actually never met.....thank you all....
Here is something I just wrote,as you can tell by it , things have changed in my life, and for the better...
Take care all, I am off to relax as I finally have my house back to normal...well as normal as I can get things...lol
nighters
Those Words
I have been feeling this way for awhile
Wasn’t sure what I should do
How can I hold it in anymore?
When I just want to shout I love you
The words almost flowed one night
As we laid cuddled in our bed
Words you said held me back
Keeping my feelings in my head
Knew the time would come one day
Those words you would find
And you would share them with me
When you found peace of mind
Three little words can be hard to say
But can mean so much when said
So baby open up your heart again
Share those thoughts in your head
One night as we were out
The moment must of felt right for you
You overwhelmed me with surprise
When you said I love you
I was finally home at last
Feeling as one with you
Baby I won’t ever let you forget
That I love you to…….
Miz | |
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Posted: 9/18/2005 6:13:22 PM | Hey all..how goes the weekend? The ride here was grand and the day perfect!
Tis good to see your words here, Miz... Your heart shines on the page, glad to hear that life is going your way ;-)
Goaty one ... I loved the sermon, and the wit of your words. You are a blessing.
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Moments marked
Along borders
Perceptions of reality
Shifting in the wind
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/18/2005 9:06:31 PM | Evening all,
Paths of silence
Nature paved
Scent of fall
Purely craved
Dusk descends
Night’s begun
Serenity calls
Under fading sun
Sam | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/19/2005 6:44:49 AM | good morning all...
Hope your all doing well, I am doing just peachy, funny how love does that to you...lol....
anyway just dropping off another sappy poem...sorry, its in me right now, but hey at least I am posting again...lol
Have a great one all my dear friends.....
Wanted to say
Hello my angel
How are you doing today?
Just wanted to whisper to you
That I love you more each day
When I wake up each morn
And see you peacefully sleep
I know deep down in my heart
That you’re the one I want to keep
Here by my side each day
And in my arms each night
Breathing in your essence
Gives me strength seeing the light
Searched it seems for so long
But it led me to you
Baby with you in my life
It feels brand new
All my past has been lost
Shoved behind the wall
The only sound I now hear
Is my hearts beckoning call
My angel you give me strength
I love you with my whole heart
Today I promise you those words
And my vow to never part…….
Miz | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/19/2005 5:37:29 PM | Howdy all. Time for the nightly poem.
Hello to Miz and thank you for your well-inspired poem...a truly fine addition to the barn.
Hi to Mari...always like having you here as well. Excellent write, too!
Did I miss anyone? Breathing? I already said "hi" to her an hour or more ago. She's not neglected, I think...
Okay..to the poem:
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A Rarefied Air
Burger King is in the air
Wendy’s is too
McDonald’s lingers a stink
That follows the Colonel’s rule
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A quickie, based on my ride home after work. Lotsa fast food places on the way. Lotsa wind, too...phew!
Alrighty...good night, eh? | |
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Posted: 9/19/2005 7:09:05 PM | Evening all!!!!
FAST FOOD??????
They never get
The order right
No matter which crew
Day or night
The lids are never
Put on tight
Always something cold
That you bite
The calories you consume
You’re always gonna fight
Forever in your flesh
Seen, in everybody’s sight
So why do we crave
With all our might
The worst of the worst
This evil taste of delight
Sam | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/20/2005 2:17:05 PM | SHoot...Confused???????????????
Evening here
Afternoon there
Morning in OZ
So when I say G'day
And get no response
Should I take the hump
Or dump on those who
Decided to
Create Time Zones
I mean..did Chris C
Or Colombus, to those
Who were not close..aquaintances
Have to put up with this time warp shit???
No not a bit of it
He sailed the ocean blue
And cared not a fig for GMT
Well actually
It wasn't invented yet
So if he could discover America
Without Daylight saving time
Why do we
Need Time Zones? | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/20/2005 6:51:33 PM | Urgh..not much time tonight. A quickie...but first hello to Mari and Pickles...running wildly with the poetry under their feet. 'Sokay...feeling rushed tonight...a poem? Yar...
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Great gobs of problems
The computer kind I mean
IE 6 does suck
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Okay..take care ya'll...see you tomorrow, eh? | |
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Posted: 9/20/2005 8:46:04 PM | Evening all,
Calmer waters are beging to flow!!!
LASTING TOUCHES
The warmest thing in life
Is that the heart clutches
The imprints left inside
Of loves lasting touches
Hold dear and close
All of them
For a lasting touch
Is a precious gem
Sam | |
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Posted: 9/21/2005 4:58:04 PM | Hello to all the lurkers that pass through this old barn ........
Mari_sam - -Hey, loving your words, filled with vivid images. Glad all is calm for you ;-)
Pickles - - Time zones, pishaw, they are a waste of time.
Howdy there, Miz - - Don’t apologize for your heart!! Your words are great, and yes, love is a splendid thing.
Speaking of ,,,
Dear Goat - - You know I think you are brilliant, right? Y’ar the bestest
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Changing patterns
Resting upon a foundation
Built of sturdy stone
There sits a heart
A soul
Broken and alone
Time has passed
Her body wasted through the years
Suffering from her own abuse
The future
Filled with silent fears
Each day she begins again
Hoping fate will take her hand
The purpose of her life
The answers, she will find in death
Buried beneath the prairie land
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G'night Y'all | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/21/2005 5:34:26 PM | Hey
Still in the land of GMT
Crumpets for tea
And the British Legion
Is not some place in the North African Desert
Actually.......
It's a Social Club
In Bar Street | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 9/21/2005 5:46:33 PM | If you could only see…
If you could only see inside my heart,
You’d see an unquenchable fire,
That burns hotly for you when we’re apart,
With undying devotion and desire.
You’d see an unyielding flame,
That will weather any storm,
And a hunger you can only tame,
With your love gentle and warm.
My chest can barely contain,
This beating of my heart,
With love stronger than I can explain,
Only that it registers right off the chart.
Yes, if only you could see,
You’d know that it was all true,
That you are the only one for me,
And how much I really love you!
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 9/21/2005 7:25:40 PM | Hello all. Good to see you guys here in fine posting form. Kobold, Pickles and Mari...all excellent works from some very talented folk.
Say...I just learned our fellow Barn-dweller, Sukari has evacuated her home in Galveston. Ol' Rita has been upped to Cat 5 and is heading between Galveston and Corpus Christi. Let's wish her and the millions of other affected people there the best of luck over there.
Good luck, Sukari-dear. Take care of yourself.
Okay...to the poem of the day:
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A Mathematical Groping Tour
I grabbed at a polynomial
And got nothing but air
I seized upon a quadratic equation
And stripped it until it was bare
I fondled a rhombus
And it didn’t care
I was freaked out by a statistical summary
It made my end stand on hair
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There we go. I'll be keeping an eye on the goings on in the Gulf and I hope that damned Rita stops and turns around and blows itself out over the ocean.
Okay..g'night eh... | |
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Posted: 9/21/2005 7:57:35 PM | Hi Goat, you're making my brain hurt with them bigs word-lol.
Tragic Revenge
I saw you fall, and my life with it,
It was more than I could bear, this I must admit.
A foe now born, my hatred did seethe,
And now I couldn’t rest, until he no longer did breathe.
Unable to take hold, for he was out of my reach,
My enemy too distant, so I loaded my breech.
Steadily I took aim, crosshairs on his head,
And with no hesitation, I fired and he was dead.
He is no more, my revenge now done,
But now I am alone, from two souls to one.
So with my butt stock in my shoe, and the barrel in my face,
I now will join you, for by your side is my place.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 9/22/2005 7:21:23 PM | Howdy all...Howdy Kobold...interesting poem there, pardner. Sorta "up in the book depository" feeling to it. Still like your style and your compact rythym...it falls together like a well-oiled HK.
As for me...I have nothing in my head right now and that's not unusual.
Let's try something on the spot:
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Grrr. ...Goat Will SMASH!!
Chowderheads prevail at all levels of corporate structure
Always inserting useless words at every juncture
I smile and nod and check my watch
All the while wishing I could punt them in the crotch
But safety behind the policies is what they got
Even if I corner them in the parking lot
Between work and problems with banks
I'd like to extend to them a very swift "thanks"
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Yeah, that's all I have now. I'm taking my angry ass to the showers. G'night. | |
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Posted: 9/22/2005 11:12:19 PM | Congratulations, Kobold ! You sly devil ! 
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WITHOUT A NET
The sandpiper's needle beak
rips the soggy algae,
exposing the ocean rock.
When I was five,
I ripped the faded paper
off my bedroom walls.
You stand before me
unclothed, defenseless,
words now superfluous.
Every gesture reveals your history.
Skin's scintillations slide
off the ends of your fingers
as they wrap tightly around my back.
We hold each other
like two circus acrobats
mid-air on a mistimed jump. | |
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Posted: 9/23/2005 6:24:06 AM | Hi just a quick drop and run, hope all is well, going to be spending time with my guy as I wont see him for a week, so wont be on this weekend, hope everyone is good, talk to you soon...
bye
Gentle sighs
Whispered words
Emotions spent
Love is heard
Night has fallen
Holding on tight
Together as one
All is right
Laying together
Our bodies spent
Air is filled with
That wonderful scent
Scent of two
Becoming one
Hearts and souls
Now undone
Miz.... | |
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Posted: 9/23/2005 6:59:00 PM | Evening all!!! Hope every one is well!!!
Goat, Ya might want to change the holy water again, Had to do wash today, sorry!!!
Diving into the lake
A cool rush glides from head to toe
Feeling so free and refreshed
The deeper down that I go
Then up to the top
To take in the air
Then back under the surface
Without a care
For just a moment
Freer that free
Just the peaceful water
And me.....
Sam | |
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Posted: 9/23/2005 7:52:34 PM | Howdy all! Hi Miz! Excellent poem, dear. Hi Rory! You're still in great form, you is. And Mari...that wasn't water in the holy water bowl...and that poem you wrote left me squeaky clean.
This next little ditty was inspired by a pun I re-heard (or was it re-read?) just today....
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Gandhi, as everyone knows, walked barefoot his whole life which left his feet very callused He also had a very spare diet and that made him a bit more than frail. That minimal diet was composed of some very strange stuff and that gave him very chronically bad breath. This made him.... well…have a listen:
(Deep breath now…)
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay!
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay!
Super-callused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis
Even just the sound of it so very atrocious
If you yell it loud enough you’ll sound like a doofus
Super-callused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis!
(Another deep breath…)
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay!
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay!
Because I was a knob that dropped out of college
My friends and family said I suffered from lack of knowledge
So I read about Ghandi in some very large doses
Because he is a super-callused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis
Once I went on a date with a very pretty young girl
We went to a buffet and my mind was a goofy whirl
She was turned off not because I refused to eat any meat
She was sickened by my bare and rough and ready feet
She didn’t want to stop and smell my roses
Because I am a super-callused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis!
(Deep frigging breath now…suck it in)
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay!
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle ay!
So when you see and feel a need for some very passive resistance
And you’ve reduced your diet to that of mere subsistence
If you’re tired of absorbing the word through televised osmosis
Just become a super-callused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis!
Badum…bum….
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Okay...that's enough for me...g'night! | |
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Posted: 9/23/2005 9:07:28 PM | A Special greeting for Miss Pickles - - Do pass a crumpet, if you please.
Good evening to you, Kobold - - “ If only you could see… Tragic revenge “ Your words always leave an impression
Howdy, Rory - - You slipped in under the barn door, tis good to see you and your words back here. Did the break leave you rested?
Hello, Miz – Tis a great feel to your poem….You have a great weekend ! ;-)
Howdy to you, Mari_Sam - - The images in your poems are always filled with life. I hope all is well in your neck of the forest?
Dearest Goat – Your wisdom and wit are consistant; your words flow with such ease, I stand envious. I am hounoured to share this life with you.
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Memories descend from mountains
A history once silent
Echoes from a distant land
Tell of a life lived in violence
Thoughts danced in his mind
Arousing his soul
As expressions of life emerged
He began to feel whole
He could taste the measure of time
Feel the movement of space
Sense silence in a moment
Come to rest in the quiet place
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Tomorrow is Saturday, which is followed by...... Sunday, and Father Goat's Sermon
I best wash my Sunday best and gather my Canadian Tire money
Night all | |
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Posted: 9/23/2005 9:33:26 PM | Hi everyone, just some incredible writes in here, way to go everyone  
No concept of chords
In the house of the lords
No vocal needs be flown
Grounded ears be known
Falling back in total submission
I have reached this obvious transition
I only was addicted to you
My love for you
Wasn't true
In and out of my position
Under the shrewd eye of acquisition
I'm slipping through the cracks falling under things
Cautious and wild, preying on what the future brings
I cannot take from your hand what you offer to give
My own hands will pair together a new way to live | |
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Posted: 9/24/2005 12:31:21 PM | Mancurian manners are quaint
"After you my luv"
From a stranger in the Bank
Makes me realise
That Politeness has died
In Canada
Back in two days....
Breathing, Goat, Mari, Kobold, Rory, Longte, Bubbles, Miz and all y'all
TY | |
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