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Posted: 10/3/2005 8:21:17 PM | Howdy all. Hello to Great and Wonderful Pickles. I ain't kicking the sermon habit just yet...yesterday was an off-day and, after a few cups of coffee, seemed like an appropriate subject. You are the bee's knees, Pickles. Love seeing you here.
Welcome to Sardonic. Nice to see you here in the barn...make sure to pay your fee in the spit bucket in the corner. Any denomination will do.
Howdy Rory...that little ditty is the best I have ever seen. I know I'm sick...but I LOVE it. Short, piggish, forgetful and..well, it's perfect. Thanks, eh?
Okay...for me? Lessee hyar...erhmmm...
Okay, here it is:
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My Phone Rang 48 Times in One Hour
Fighting here, sniping there and grabbing a piece of the corporate pie
Striding here, talking there and not pausing to wonder why
So much scheduled -- not one second to ponder and take it slow
So many lives split into seconds, rushed along by a broken flow
A term was heard, and it has been uttered so many times
“Survival of the fittest” – it’s catchy but it sure doesn’t rhyme
The fittest are hung on a term but miss an important operative
It isn’t survival of the fittest but of the most co-operative
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I decided to answer my phone at work once out of every four different calls. It will save me a lot of grief this week.
Okay...hugs and handshakes...g'night! | |
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Posted: 10/3/2005 8:45:55 PM | Howdy folk....poets of inspiration....
Welcome to this old barn, Sardonic – I like the flow of your words
Pickles - - Always love your strength and humour…
Rory - -Gotta love the old fart. I see you’re serving them up with style
A warm hug to thy Dear Lard - - You left us with a worthy Sunday sermon…I left my money in the hat. You are a true inspiration.
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The turning of leaves
Recollections
Of the past
Thoughts on the page
Quiet
Reflections
A silent walk
Alone with your thoughts
Sweetness of breath
Memory of time
The space of now
Settling in trees | |
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Posted: 10/3/2005 9:02:23 PM | breathing, goatsmell (funny how that made sense before I typed it) thanks for the welcome. I hope to contribute and maybe somebody will relate as I have to others. Anyhoo, just before bed, a little off the cuff spoken:
Lingering smoke and cold coffee,
offensive thoughts abound in me,
pull the last pins out of the wrapper,
voodoo doll you look so dapper,
off you go while I get some rest,
tomorrow night will be your test,
gonna put those pins inside,
hopefully my words won't mince,
cuz she'll dance like carlton from the fresh prince.
oh c'mon, how many people can fit carlton from the fresh prince in a peom about a voodoo doll? Right. More sleep, less coffee. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2005 9:32:17 PM | EHRRRRFF
I akturly have one of those dolls.....
See...I used to pull the wings off flies
But now I stick pins in
A dolly that never cries
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Posted: 10/3/2005 11:57:52 PM | Hi all,
Goat, the dry cleaners want to know what was on my wash, say they've never seen anything like it before!!! LOL
Pickles,
Sorry I botched your name, sleep typing again!!
FIRST LOVE
She waits
To feel it repeat
Only once
Did it beat
In his voice
Passion, true of
In his heart
Only pure love
To young to know
A feeling so great
Which would never again
Be found by fate
And never since
To experience the sound
Of the one whom made
Her heart pound…..
Sam | |
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Posted: 10/4/2005 3:05:22 PM | Hope this one formats right, but then again, what's right? Right? Write.
Reflections on a mid-winters evening
How does it feel when
the skin peels off like that and
all the veins are exposed
Where does the pain go
when there's no where left to go
In waining prose it hides
to leave the mind and alter sights
another picture taken, soul captured
Into the form you saw just years ago
tell me now, how hot
is hell when the lights are out
and no one is watching
Show me now, how cold
is the mind when the heat is on
and there's no air left
to breathe with the last breath inward
Take me back to where
I was so long ago and yet
I don't feel like going
again when I see you there laughing
crying, smiling, shouting, grasping,
pulling down to depths unknown but known
showing mortals fear and strengh unborn
having time for the tale before demise
eating apples for the taste
leaving marbles on the floor to step on
picking up the blood we dropped
covering the dishes with care
so they won't break with the dance
of fools and poets and jesters and kings
music and colored paper trance
and pipes full of righteous things
draw it up with a full quill then
and tell the story of the den
about to unfold with slight a fierce
and a gaze that kills with pass
and puts us down with every pierce
who'll be left to right the song
and make cave drawings until dawn
and pass the story down the line
so generations a fight might find
and argue on every mornings dew
about how we came and left and knew
of things to come and things that came
even when ignorance becomes a game
and prose changes beats each line
mocking poets and slaughtering ryhmes
for fools who dare to limit life
are mocked indeed within this strife
to set to word the worlds revolve
and show chaos where there was calm
compute and think all
the day long while the day ends
contemplate these words
count the beat and count the words
5 or 7 and
more or less the count goes on
as galaxies pass
and Gods grow tired, being tired Gods
they slow down the words
and let the days pass without
rhyming or counting
but simply being. | |
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Posted: 10/4/2005 3:20:37 PM | and argue on every mornings dew about how we came and left and knew of things to come and things that came even when ignorance becomes a game Wow Sardonic I really loved that  Pickles  | |
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Posted: 10/4/2005 3:38:36 PM | | Thanks. My motivational tools may be a little skewed, but hey, sometimes it works. | |
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Posted: 10/4/2005 7:55:04 PM | Howdy all. Long day, so I'll just post and run tonight.
Howdy to Pickles, Mari and Sardonic. You guys keep this gin-joint hopping. Now, allow me to deposit this little bit of untidiness:
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Too Tired to Think
One big sneeze, a fart and a cough
As we lined up for the coffee trough
A twitch and a phlegmatic pasty
Found it’s way far too hastily
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And I'll be arf..to bed and to sleep...g'night! | |
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Posted: 10/4/2005 8:48:56 PM | | Yep, looks like this is the place for me. By the way, anybody that can fit coffee and human gastric expulsions in the same piece of writing is ok with me. | |
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Posted: 10/5/2005 5:48:52 AM | Good Morning Everyone....
Yes Sardonic, that's our Goat for you, a man who stinks, yet has much talent...lol...love ya Goat, good thing breathing is around, the place doesn't stink as bad my friend.!!!
Well I don't think I posted this one here, not that I could tell anyway so here goes, and I don't know where it came from, because my life is the opposite of it right now.....
Hope all my fellow barn dwellers are doing well, hugsss to all..
Enjoy and we shall talk later...bye bye
How you played me
Played like a violin
You plucked all the right strings
That would make my life soar
And my heart heavenly sing
Played like a fool I was
Thought that you and I were in love
Why could you do this to me?
Treat me that way give me the shove
Played me like a clown
A jester of the court
Made the people laugh at me
When my world fell apart
Baby all I needed
Was to have you by my side
Only wanted to share my life with you
Forever be this way and not hide
Played me like a dagger
When you struck deep in my heart
Silver knife deep inside
Blood dripping life taken apart
Now I am lost again
To search this world alone
Baby can you stand to see
What to me your actions have done
I hope that this haunts you
Each day you’re alive
The thought that you alone have killed
My so called precious life
Baby all I needed
Was to have you by my side
Only wanted to share my life with you
Now all I want to do is again hide……
Miz
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Posted: 10/5/2005 7:55:29 PM | Hi Goat, Breathing, Rory, Miz, Mari, and friends. Some great posts here as usual. Dropping one off for ya. Yup, another sappy one-lol.
Angel
Tortured is the soul, that doesn’t have love,
Like that of the angel, God sent me from above.
She freed me from the depths, where I wallowed in pain,
In the arms of the angel, from the ashes I rose again.
Never before, have I felt so free,
One kiss from the angel, my eyes opened to see.
That the angel is you, my angel of light,
My beautiful angel, for me to hold each night.
I’ll love you always; it’s as endless as the skies,
And even from beyond, for true love never dies.
~Kobold~
For those of you interested, yes, I finally wrote a dark poem after a long hiatus. I didn't deem it appropiated to post here-to graphic. You can find it in my thread, "The Dark Side"
Love you guys, cya! | |
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Posted: 10/5/2005 8:39:07 PM | Howdy all...busy night. Not much time but to post and run once again.
Howdies to:
Sardonic -- thank you for the kind words...you have a great barn-like mind indeed. This is the place to be if you don't mind the smell and the lava lamp in the corner.
Miz -- sweet and dear, you is. You always bring such a lovely feeling with you and you always have a place here.
Kobold -- welcome back and you can post anything you want here...your care with the words is always appreciated here. I'll be checking out your thread tomorrow-ish.
For now...the quickie. Bend over and ye shall receive:
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One Night’s Work
The key neutering a promiscuous computer
Rife with viruses
Is to cut the testicles away quickly
Whilst keeping its hard-drive busy
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There. I must do the bidness in de baffroom, mon. G'night, eh? | |
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Posted: 10/5/2005 9:59:03 PM | Hiya all,
Ate a greasy burger
Thought I was gonna die
Must have been the onions
Made the crap just fly
Ran to the bathroom
Thought it would never taper
Then of course I saw
I had no flippen paper
I was yelling for the kids
To come and help me out
They said you’re gonna have to wait
It seems we’re in a drought
See they never ever tell ya
When they use the last of things
Now I’ve got some permanent
Freaking toilet rings
Sam | |
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Posted: 10/5/2005 10:10:52 PM | OK, you guys need some rules here. Rule number 1 if I may be so bold, is to warn visitors never EVER, and I repeat EVER to be drinking soda whilst reading this thread. Thanks to sam, I felt the effervescent edge of pepsi as it cleared a path from my throat through my sinus cavity and out of my nose. Not to mention the almost choking from attempting to breathe while laughing at that last one. Classic, a treasure for sure.
g'nite kids.
Little birdy you're so pretty
singing songs the whole day through
flying deftly over lamp-posts
just to bomb me with your poo. | |
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Posted: 10/5/2005 10:13:54 PM | I cried and yukked and generally peed my pants
The audience were captivated, entranced
I am wearing mascara on my cheeks
And lipstick up my nose
Tonight I saw Billy Crystal
Live in his One Man Show
700 Sundays...2005 Tony winner....see it if you can | |
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Posted: 10/5/2005 11:23:30 PM | Naked beneath the flimsy teddy,
she sidesteps his clumsy advance
and holds up the bug spray. | |
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Posted: 10/6/2005 7:36:32 PM | Mari_Sam - - Tis good to see you in this barn, you made me laugh with that last one...
Pickles - - How goes life? I see Billy got to ya? ;-)
Kobold - - Glad you found your angel…
Sardonic - - You and your writes are a fine addition to this barn
Miz - - Tis funny where words emerge from, eh?…..You’ve got heart, my dear.
Rory- - Even your short three liners pack a punch...
Goat - - There is nothing like your java and flatulence- - You always serve them up with class…. I loves ya ;-)
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Cycle of the clock
Thoughts begin to awaken
Images come alive
Two wheels set in motion
With the taste of winter
Gentle on your heels
You listen
Each rotation
Draws attention to your breath
As leaves begin to fall
You stand
Watching the changing seasons
You rest
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Posted: 10/6/2005 8:06:53 PM | Oh Breathing-dear, you have gone a long way to class this place up with your heart and your words. I feel so badly for what I'm about to do to ye olde barne. Alas, I yam what I yam.
But first...
Mari - you killed me with that last one. Literally. I died and I needed the booster cables hooked to my nipples while Breathing ran the car a bit to revive me. I would have simply grabbed the shower curtain, the cat, one of the kids and wiped the Crack Of No Return with it or them (or all combined). That'd larn them critters.
Sardonic - short, witty and just a bit shitty. Just the way I like 'em. Fresh squeezed birdshit. Top o' the mornin' to ya, guvnah! You definitely do have the barn-mind.
Pickles - I haven't seen Billy perform for a long time now...it sounds he's as good as he ever was. Now, g'wan and wipe that face of yours...you look like Tammy Faye after she went through a car wash on a tricycle.
Rory - love it, love it, LOVE IT! That's the stuff I like to see on a barn wall...a little off, a little seductive and mostly rife with bugs. I'm clipping and keeping that one.
Okey-dokey...continuing on in the same kinda vein:
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If You’re Going to Honk…Honk Into This
Oh, Gawd…it’s so terribly gross
It’s the thing that sicks you out the most
Picture an old man with no teeth in his mouth
A runny nose, snot heading south
His red face contorts as if he’s holding in a poop
Down his beard dribbles cream of mushroom soup
(pyuck…erf…byarf)
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Thick n' chunky...mmm mmm good...
Okay, g'night ya'll! | |
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Posted: 10/6/2005 8:55:51 PM | I am the shadow that on souls does thrive
I played around and took some lives
changed the course of a thousand hearts
pulled them out in little parts
turned a blind eye to their howls
laughed at them and gave them scowls
fed on misery and on pain
every loss was just my gain
when they thought I was gone
around a corner another pawn
black cloak flowing in the night
swooping down with all my might
picked the strongest ones to kill
weak ones never gave me thrills
took the meanest and twisted
changed the path of those blacklisted
their endless night will see no light
feel my talons grip you tight
this is where your road must end
these broken hearts will never mend
try to run and try to hide
so did the others before they died.
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Posted: 10/6/2005 9:29:36 PM | Hey Hey Hey
This is dark side stuff
Doncha know that Goat is afeared of this kinda verbiage
We have...........Red alert status
Get outta the barn while you can
Or duck for cover and arm
Yourselves with plastic ponchos
(You can get them at Niagara Falls)
And if you are slow
Pretend you are Vincent Price
Or Boris Karloff
That'll throw them off
So you have time to wash off
That...stufffff
gakyorkguggamukk | |
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