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Posted: 10/12/2005 8:44:54 PM | Howdy peoples! Howdy Pickles! Howdy Rory!
Dearest Pickles...always love seeing you here in poetic or commentary form. Don't be -like- a stranger, eh?
And Rory...the Pumpkin Tales continues...excellent! I'm gripping my seat with my ass waiting for the story to continue. It unfolds like a map of India...and can never be folded back into place.
As for me...I had fun at work today. Yup, yup! Accountants and lawyers make my ass itch. I swear to God...if I'm within 50 feet of either one, my ass begins to itch like it's infested with crabs.
And that brings me to this:
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See-Gee-Ay, Otay?
Dealt with
An accountant
Today
The snobbery
Was
Underwhelming
He was left
On the edge
Of
A hissy fit
Between
A whiny sigh
And
An unfulfilled request
The phone dropped into place
The left brain mused
While the right brain
Played with images
And
Giggled
The only thing separating
His knuckles
From
The Ground
Is
A university education
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I wrote most of that in my head while talking with him on the phone. I'll bet he made a meal of donuts and Pepsi and fondled himself asleep while sucking his thumb.
No, I'm not bitter.
G'night! | |
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Posted: 10/13/2005 3:12:10 PM | Hello ! Hello ! (No one here, I guess no one would find out if I took a whiz in the straw in the corner here............ahhhhh !!!!!!!! Much better....)
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part 4 of 28
Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin,
eyebrows an angry slash--
the surmising professor. | |
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Posted: 10/13/2005 6:08:16 PM | Rory.........
SO.......
Lovin this but...
Whatcha gonna do with the mushy stuff????
Pie, Soup, Casserole????  | |
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Posted: 10/13/2005 8:03:31 PM | I'm betting pie. A nice fungal pumpkin pie sounds real tasty.
Howdy all. Howdy Rory. Howdy Pickles.
I'll just drop this bit of Hallowe'en inspired business and head away to the baffroom...
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Two-Dimensional Scary
Cheesy Hallowe’en decorations
Pinned to the wall
Almost entomologically
Frowning skeletons look
Too ridiculous
To be taken seriously
They look like they’re
Straining to either
Hold something in
Or
Expel something
Rather nasty
But they hang
By brass thumbtacks
Frowning
At nothing in particular
Threatening only
The finish of the wall
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Rory, I'm lovng the pumpkinery...looking forward to the next ones. Pickles, you look lovely tonight.
Goat, you smell like an old cheese tray. Get your big ass to the showers.
Okay...g'night. | |
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Posted: 10/14/2005 4:26:13 AM | hello one and all....
Rory, darn good you took a leak in the other corner, if it was my corner I would of had to take a little whoop a$$ out on you!!!....lol
Glad to see all is well here at the barn, I am doing good, just trying to sort things out and get moving, my lazy butt is fighting me on the moving part..lol...no seriously all is good,
Haven't really been writing,the odd time something comes out so we shall see if inspiration hits one of these days, but I am always lurking and reading, taking some of the stinky barn air in each day...
Take care all...Pickles, Rory,Goat,Breathing,Mari,Kobold when he stops in.....your all wonderful and I am glad to know you...
Miz | |
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Posted: 10/14/2005 4:50:19 AM | Well I am back...lol....
Went through my files and found some unfinished poems so worked on them, here you go, finally I can post something other then a hello...lol
Blind need..... hunger greed
Wanting needing..... hearts are fleeing
Soaring flying..... words are lying
Pain again..... days of rain
Longing haunting..... forever wanting
Nights of dark..... pain so stark
Days are glowing..... love is flowing
Rivers wild ....love of a child
Once forsaken.... now becomes taken
Hearts adore..... love forevermore…..
Miz
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Posted: 10/14/2005 3:36:52 PM | Sorry about that indiscretion, miz. The Goat must be a bad influence, har....... good to see you posting some lines.
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Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin
pitched like barf from the retail store--
the mannikin's vacant stare. | |
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Posted: 10/14/2005 7:07:23 PM | Hi Miz, Goat, Breathing, Rory, Sam and others. good to see ya all.
Dropping off a little Halloween poem.
Hellhound
Darkest, most evil, creature does rise,
Straight from Hell, birthed from lies.
Creeping, stalking, and on the prowl,
Its black shadow cast, with a stench most foul.
Hungering, thirsting, for fresh red meat,
A taste for humans, one that can’t be beat.
Tearing, ripping, flesh from its prey,
No one is safe, Hell has risen today.
Ravaging, killing, anything it does see,
An endless hunger, without any mercy.
Savagely, wickedly, is the way it kills,
A knack for torture, just for the thrills.
Waiting, baiting, perhaps for you,
You’ll scream and die, it’s all you can do.
Scattered, tattered, your remains will be strewn,
The good parts eaten, the rest to rot and ruin.
Hunting, lurking, the creature’s still around,
Welcome to a new era, the era of the Hellhound.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 10/14/2005 7:53:55 PM | Talk about sudden mood swings-lol
Heaven Is
Heaven is in your arms, nestled in your love,
A joyous moment and gift, like that from above.
Heaven is in your kiss, the taste of your lips,
Tenderly pressed together, my hands around your hips.
Heaven is in your eyes, where the look of love does show,
Entrancing my every thought, confirming what I already know.
That Heaven is you, and it’s where I always want to be,
Freed from the weight of the world, because you chose me.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 10/14/2005 8:51:45 PM | Howdy all. A big ol' Nebraskan handshake (whatever that is) to Kobold and Miz. Good to see you two here again. You two bring class and style to this ol' barn. Well, and of course Rory too...loving that Pumkin saga...especially tonight's. I simply love the word "barf" alone -- I LOVE it!! And then to add some excellent phrasing around that special word...ah, it makes me moist.
Moist, I tell ya.
Okay...let's see what I have in me sporrin tonight, lads and lassies:
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Stay Home if You’re Sick, Eediot!
Johnny’s germs are ten feet tall
Johnny’s germs lurk down the hall
Johnny’s germs are coming for you
Johnny’s germs knocked him flat
Johnny’s germs put him on the mat
Johnny’s germs’ wrath is due
Johnny’s germs kept him away for the weak
Johnny’s germs removed his ability to speak
Johnny’s germs caused him to spew
Johnny’s germs were with him this day
Johnny’s germs were left behind Friday
Johnny’s germs saw me, died and were confused
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Gawd...I don't care if you're the VP in charge of fondling the donuts and clearing the drains...stay home if you're sick. If it wasn't for my goaty constitution, I would be too.
Geez.
Okay...see youse guys tomorrow. Love seeing you all here, y'know. If you were here, I'd hug you all and then maybe try to lick your faces. I can't help it...
G'night! | |
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Posted: 10/14/2005 10:22:41 PM | I'm a little lice egg small and white
Fixed to your hair oh so tight
When you try to comb me out of sight
I reproduce and hang on tight
a propos of the Hysteria in the Toronto press about head lice | |
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Posted: 10/15/2005 1:06:55 AM | There was a young girl from Madras
Who had a magnificent ass.
It was not round and pink
As you probably think,
But grey,
Had long ears
And ate grass | |
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Posted: 10/15/2005 3:59:45 PM | 6 of 28:
Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin,
puddle of orange and brown
in a melancholy heap. | |
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Posted: 10/15/2005 8:02:36 PM | A quick haiku tonight. Got a heavy date with Breathing...heh heh..breathing heavy...sorta funny...
Anyhoo...
Welcome to Weird...good to see you and that was afine little ditty. Godo to see Rory and Pickles here as well. The Pumpkin Saga continues.
Say..what do Hutterites like to do on Hallowe'en? Pump kin!
Snerf...ah hah hah hah...
Okay...here's my Saturday haiku:
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Saturday Night on the Couch
Beer and two movies
Is the way I spend the night
Breathing by my side
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Back to our show. See you guys tomorrow for the sermon! Smmooooooch! | |
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Posted: 10/16/2005 7:19:16 AM | Came by the barn the other day
noticed the Goat had gone away
find time for him to leave
Just when the Wolf got a reprieve
the cats and the cradle
and the silver spoon
little boy blue
and the man on the moon
when the goat coming home
he said really soon
but i wont be back then
i wont be back then
the cats and the cradle
and the silver spoon
little boy blue
and the man on the moon
tried to wait up and see the huggable goat
no matter how close i could see my approaching boat
just when the Wolf got a reprieve
that ole' Goat had to leave
the cats and the cradle
and the silver spoon
little boy blue
and the man on the moon
gotta get going
and i dont know when i will return
but i will catch the Goat then
i will surely catch him then
the cats and the cradle
and the silver spoon
little boy blue
and the man on the moon
when yah coming home Goat
he doesnt know when
but I surely will catch him then
the cats and the cradle
and the silver spoon
little boy blue
and the man on the moon
-----huggggzzzzzz and love Goat 
Z~  | |
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Posted: 10/16/2005 11:22:21 AM | The Goat is always in the Barn, O Great Zee. Sometimes I'm a little late getting here at times, is all. And it's good to see you again, my friend. Love the take on that classic song, too. Gets me all misty eyed and stuff...
...but that could be onions I had for lunch...
So...it's Sunday, ennit? You know what that means...get in those seats and I'll get on up to that pulpit and I'll call Rusty....
Oh, that was the Friendly Giant. Nevermind.
Okay...here we go:
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Psalm 10 – The Book of Goat
Thy Lard quaked with wrath
And gentle stomach gurgles
Brought on by the half pound of bacon
He hath consumed
Plus the copious amount of
Strong Black Coffee
Oh, and whole-grain toast
Anyway…
Thy Lard heard an interview on TV
As He was consuming his Hearty Brekkie
And the interviewee
At every pause
Betwixt his words
Would use the Unholy Word: “Y’know?”
Mind thee, that is preferable to using the word
“Like”
As a conjunction
Or (Lard forbid)
Ending every statement as a preposition
Because, it can –like- be annoying y’know?
And it can –like-use up so much –y’know- unnecessary –like- energy?
It maketh Thy Lard’s ass itch
Most Furiously to hear such mangled language
So, thy commandments are:
Use “like” in comparisons only
Use “y’know” sparingly
Never ask questions that aren’t questions
Unless thou are ready for the answers
Amen
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Splat! Pow! Zoom! Rutch!
I must go to the Holy Grocery Store and get some vittles for this growing goat. Hugs to all...have a good Sunday, eh? | |
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Posted: 10/16/2005 4:51:43 PM | Y' know ? Like, I kind of dig that sermon?.....
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Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin--
pulp like leftovers
from a pubic grind.
A pumpkin addendum ! --
Pumpkin ! O, hollow forgotten remnant !
Stoic brother of autumn's tragedies !
I bypass your face this frozen morning,
Warden of traffic tumbling invisible. | |
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Posted: 10/16/2005 5:45:37 PM | ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ LMFAS
OH MY GOD....I just blew a fine Pinot Grigio out my nose
Fortunately I was able to suck most of it up with a straw
SHEESH Rory willya give me due warning???????????????
Goat...I swear you are a Cloven Diety, a smelly C D but one non the less. Love ya and say a big hi to Breathing | |
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Posted: 10/16/2005 8:30:40 PM | Hello to all you lurkers and barn dwellers
Thisis2weird - - Good to see new folk in here
Rory - - A howdy doo to ya ----
Kobold - - Gotta watch them mood swings, eh? ;-)
Spirited - -Evening to you, I liked the rhythm of your write
Miz - -Glad you found some old writes to share with us, I hope all is well with you?
Pickles, Hi ya- - Would love to share a brew and a laugh with you…
Dearest Goat - -Y’know, that was a great sermon, Y’know, I felt moved. Like, I really did, Y’know.
A Sunday and you…..Like, I am blessed
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One tiny breath
Escapes from her lips
She lets out a gasp
As she glances to her hips
She leaves the past behind
Today she turns forty-one
Her cellulite jiggles and wiggles
She’s hoping life will still be fun
With each rotation of the clock
She knows there’s no escape
Watching her body
Continually changing shape
She ponders
The weight of her years
As one tiny tear falls from her eye
She sits, silently sipping her beer
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So,,,,, good night to y'all.... | |
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Posted: 10/16/2005 8:43:09 PM | Breathing...loved that
MY TAKE
OMG I snore
When I sleep
At 54
I sleep deep
My lips
Like my hips
Look like Shi*t
When I giggle, the giggle
Turns to a jello jiggle
A wobbly wiggle
But give me tune
Give me a song
I'll Rock and Roll all nite long
And my hips and lips
Will launch a thousand ships
In my dreams I am young
Once again | |
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Posted: 10/17/2005 1:06:13 PM | 8 of 28:
Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin
throbbing like a heart
over the flickering candle. | |
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Posted: 10/17/2005 6:58:37 PM | Howdy all. Time for a post and run....Rory inspired me to lofty heights tonight with his saga. Well, to heights as high as the average doorstep at least.
Here we go:
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O Gross Pumpkin!
Each a different pumpkin
Each a different take
Getting soft on the doorstep
Getting caught in the rake
How does that orange thing go?
How does it meet its demise?
How does it decompose
In a season without bugs or flies?
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I must go...sleep..now...perchance to dream...or something...
G'night! | |
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Posted: 10/17/2005 8:08:32 PM | Evening all.............
Rory - - The life of a pumpkin continues
Pickles - - You always spin a great tale
Sweet Goat - - Slippery decomposing pumpkins, great image.
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Perfume scents the air
Bodily aromas mingle with the heat
A lone woman sits
Hidden
Behind a mask of life
As death confronts her
Laboured is her breath
Her limbs lay heavy
She aches
To taste the sweetness
Sacrificing the warmth
She reaches for a dream
Lost in a sea of time
Moments speed past her
She waits
She watches
Lonely is her heart
Anger feeds her soul
She struggles daily
To raise her torso to the wind
She looks to others with distain
Blaming them for her pain
Silently
She remembers
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Well......I am off to sneak a kiss from da goat | |
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Posted: 10/18/2005 9:58:08 AM | Howdy all,
Summers gone
But not forgot
Fall was here
But now is shot
Colds and flues
And fevers hot
Another season
Of lesson taught
Winter is coming
And brings the snott
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