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Posted: 10/24/2005 12:49:42 PM | Hi, Holly !
Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin--
a lance of pulp
on the hardwood floor. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/24/2005 7:22:39 PM | Howdy all! Hi Holly! You look purty these days and keeping yourself well, I imagine? Good to see you in the barn, too. Thanks for the praise...but it ain't nothing a little paint and a beer or two can't fix up.
And howdy Rory! You look purty too! The pumpkins are soon to be faded and decomposinf in the light of All Saints Day soon. Love what you do, pardner.
And me? Well, I was called today at work by (A Big Nameless Organization) today and that (Big Nameless Organization) left me on hold for a while. No hello, no nothing...just "one moment, please" and silence.
So, a poem was born:
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One Moment, Please
Just how long is a moment?
Of this, we cannot be sure
A little time or a heck of a lot?
Oh, how those details blur
How long is “just a second”?
And where on the clock is “soon”?
Could it be a few half minutes
Or could it be well past noon?
Oh, how one could postulate
If one could be so daring and bold
That all these momentary just-a-seconds
Feel like hours when left on hold?
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I'm a-ready to trundle away into the sunset....see youse guys tomorrow, eh? | |
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Posted: 10/25/2005 7:14:31 AM | well ty goat, and you are looking wonderful as well, I like how you're wearing your hair these days!
Rory HI! missed ya dollface | |
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Posted: 10/25/2005 8:37:03 AM | Greets to all.... Hello to weird and holly
Great writes in this 'ole place, as always ....
Rory and the continuing pumpkin saga, always good for a laugh. how goes life in lotus land?
Pickles and Mari_Sam - - You just gotta love the she-ite stories.....See what we lose as we grow older: that honest, call it like it is way of being... Ah well, maybe it is better that way or we would run around telling fart and poo stories all day.
On that note, have a great one ;-)
Tis a beautiful day, you can taste fall in the air
And sweet goat - - You are the dream that I am blessed to wake to each morning ...I loves ya
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She hears
The call of another land
He knows
The feel of winter winds
Together
They walked through years
Conversations begin
They share a history
A life that has past
Stirs memories and regrets
Thoughts
Recalled
Separately they hold
Unspoken words
Questions without answers
Feelings
Forgotten
Remembered
Friendship remains
A constant thread
Weaving tales
Their eyes tell the story
That hearts
Never could
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See ya later, I must git going.......I don't want to be late for work ...yikessss..... | |
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Posted: 10/25/2005 12:17:35 PM | That's it, breathing. Get to work, har har, SOME one's gotta keep this country going.
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Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin--
face a pale orange
in need of a transfusion. | |
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Posted: 10/25/2005 5:30:32 PM | Hello all....Hello Holly. The hair? Well, it isn't mine but I'll continue to wear it as long as it's comfortable. Thanks, eh?
Breathing...you do amaze me. When you write it out, it all makes sense to me. Bless your heart, you.
Rory! There's a pumpkin behind you! And what does a fading pumpkin get a transfusion of? Hrmm....still love the saga. Hallowe'en is upon us soon -- that means a potential end to the pumpkin, alas.
As for me? Well, well, well....
Ah...here it is:
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A Victim of Simple Physics
White plastic
On black asphalt
“Safeway” redly on its side
Dove-grey tire tread
Rolls through the middle
Liquid runs away
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There was something wet in that bag that I narrowly missed with my bike tire. Ick. I don't wanna know what it was.
Okay...g'night, eh? | |
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Posted: 10/25/2005 6:22:02 PM | thirty seven dollars
that is all that lies between my being a mother in law or being just a mother...
inconceivable....37 dollars the cost of a marriage license....
how can two kids who can't even get up enough money ....37 dollars to pay for it
expect to be able to be married...
love is exciting it is novel....makes you feel ways nothing else can...
but making a legal commitment...saying you will be together til death do you part
when you can't even pay the registrars office.... much less the justice of the peace
his fee is not even added to that 37 dollars....
a child that will pay 80 dollars to get their hair dyed that perfect color for her special day
but not have the money for that special day....
two kids with no jobs...no place to live ...but insisting that halloween is the perfect day to get married...
doesn't halloween come every year...wouldn't it be better to wait til one could at least afford to pay for the paper to say you are married....
I am not giving them 37 dollars...
it is not that the dream is not good...but sometimes you have to be a bit more practical..
at least be able to have a place to live...to afford ramen noodles..... | |
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Posted: 10/25/2005 6:30:09 PM | mars..that bright red light...
it rose with the moon you know...
it was gorgeous...
with the moon lighting up the sky...
looking through the palm tree
back lit by the moon....
the water crashing against the shore....
waves ...surfing waves perfect surfing waves compliments of Wilma
...not just boogie board waves...
such a beautiful sound the sound of the water crashing into the shore...against the rock groins
...and the smell....
nothing quite like it...the salt water in the air.. you always know when you near the coast...you can be in your car driving ...and then it all the sudden hits you...you have to roll down the window and take in a deep breath...it is special....
the weather cooling off...no mosquitoes...
it is wonderful you know....
mars red so bright....bringing hope... | |
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Posted: 10/26/2005 5:30:11 AM | Good Morning barn dwellers...
Just thought I should actually speak to prove I am amongst the living, just pretty busy, and not to creative...but always here..
Hello holly, so good to see you again, hope all is well with you, good to see familiar faces around here, that I know I can count on.
I am hoping to have something new soon, if I can make my mind work, but for now I am always here enjoying the writes..keep it up!!!!!!!!
hugs to all...
Miz | |
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Posted: 10/26/2005 9:03:35 AM | Hi all!!!!!!!!!
Cold air creeping in
Carving pumpkin’s evil grin
Witches flying all around
Vampires and ghouls nightly bound
Black cat on the prowl
Werewolf grunting a nasty growl
Halloween is almost here
My kids can’t wait to feel the fear
Sam | |
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Posted: 10/26/2005 3:09:44 PM | part 17 of 28:
Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin
on top the decaying snowshoe--
blood trickles along nets to wood. | |
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| The Poetry Barn and Eatery
Posted: 10/26/2005 4:26:03 PM | pumpkin with a smiling face
created by children..
with laughter....spoons and knives...
messy ever so messy
sitting upon the sand....
mom smiling...knowing that soon the waves will come
wash away the mess....
and she can carry home a beautiful jack 'oLantern
two happy children ..and not have a big mess to clean up
for the fish will do that for her.... | |
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Posted: 10/26/2005 8:44:20 PM | Hello all...not much time tonight so it's a post n run...
A haiku sounds good, eh?
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Itchy buttocks reign
Control my movements tonight
Fingers scratch madly
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Good to see Rory, Miz, Mary and especially Sukari. I think I know where you're coming from these days, my friend.
Did I miss anyone? No? Yes? If I did, sorry...I gotta git for a bit. See yer tomorrow, eh? | |
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Posted: 10/26/2005 8:54:08 PM | My a$$ has class
Is classy
Buttocks with moxie
A bum with attitude
It jiggles when I move
It may be fifty plus
But in my Parasucos
It is the most..
Sexy old bum
Bar none
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Posted: 10/27/2005 4:29:21 PM | 18 of 28:
Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin,
a farce of a scare--
kids run, sing like a demented symphony. | |
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Posted: 10/27/2005 7:07:46 PM | Hello all. Just a little post and run from me tonight. Pickles...like your bum too...but that word -uhm- "Parasucos". I looked for it in my dictionary and found nothing. You must enlighten me about that would...I like the way it rolls off my tongue.
Rory..that pumpkin is farcicly moving along. Love it...
Me? Here:
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A Lighter Shade of Blah
Hapless and helpless
A trout on a line
Watching Coronation Street
And not knowing why
Turn off CBC, on goes the PC
Write a poem, breathe a sigh
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Okay time for golf and coffee...Tiger Woods awaits!
G'night! | |
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Posted: 10/27/2005 9:31:33 PM | Parasucos
Blue Jean Elite
Outrageously priced
But look so sweet
De rigeur to have a pair
Without them a wardrobe is incomplete | |
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Posted: 10/28/2005 4:09:17 PM | 19 of 28:
Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin,
crouching on the fence--
gibbering wind whistles through it. | |
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Posted: 10/28/2005 8:09:52 PM | Howdy all...not much time tonight...post and run...
Pickles..got it. An excellent way of explaining it to me as well. Thanks, eh?
Rory..love it. I'll never place-kick pumpkins off the neighbors porch again. Well, unless it's really funny. Keep 'em coming.
Me? Something incomprehensible...
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Three Degrees Supper
An incomprehensible note?
A cautionary tale?
A message sent certainly to no avail
The weatherman blurbled and spoke
Passed his hands godly over the map
The temperature in Biggar? Who gives a crap?
What nonsense someone wrote
Which inspired a short rhyme
It will be three degrees Celsius at supper time
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Yeah, you had to be there....I was. The weatherman (nameless to protect the moronic) here in Saskatoon puts little notes on his forecasts on TV. "3 Degrees Supper" was the one tonight and, since I didn't have anything else in my head tonight, that was the subject of the poem.
Okay...enough goat-blabber...g'night! | |
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Posted: 10/29/2005 3:54:14 PM | 3 degrees supper
9 latitude brunch
4 years till that buffoon
Retires during lunch.
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Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin
forgotten on porch's blackness--
the barefoot trick-or-treater. | |
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Posted: 10/29/2005 6:44:00 PM | Howdy all. Howdy Rory! I love your poems so much, that I could hump your leg -- platonically and manfully, of course...but still....I bow to your expertise.
As for me...here's one I just forced out:
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Saturday Night in Toontown
Glory be, three beers in me
Eating Halloween candy by the score times three
Pants expanding, remove them quick
Hover by the toilet, in case to be sick
Hockey Night in Canada on at last
No proper reason to begin a fast
Crack open another cold one, if you please
After some pizza, some cheese I will squeeze
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Breathing still loves me, though when I get some good farts going her eyes can't stop watering and her hair falls out a little. There's no bald patches yet, so all is well here in Toontown.
Okay...be ready for a sermon from the Book of Goat. Hugs and wet sloppy kisses for all. G'night! | |
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Posted: 10/30/2005 9:47:35 AM | Alrighty, get in your seats and get ready to RECEIVE-ah the word of THY LARD-ah!
It's served hot and fresh on a sesame-seed bun with lettuce, cheese and some weird-looking sauce that smells faintly of ass.
Oh, I can hear the bellies growling and the lips being ah-licked already. Here it is:
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Psalm 19 – The Book of Goat
Blessed be Jesus Honk
For he is kind, wise
And Noisy
Thy Lard learned of Him
From an informative bumper sticker
On a beat-up Chevy
As old as Moses
But not as old as Methuselah
(And with considerably more rust than either of them)
The sticker doth read:
“If you love Jesus Honk”
Thy Lard was first confused
When beholding the sticky-stuck sign
Perched on an unstable bumper
(Witness to many bumpings, Thy Lard is sure)
Was it a question?
An if-then statement with no “Then” to follow?
Thy Lard suspected a comma had to be there
Somewhere
But none was to be found
And the name “Jesus Honk”
Is pleasing to Thy Lard
So, Blessed be Jesus Honk
Patron saint of rusted American-made cars
With no mufflers and bad brakes
He is significantly less annoying than
Jesus Fish
Amen
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Breathing-dear is making me brekkie right now. I's ah-gotta feed-ah. See you guys later! | |
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Posted: 10/30/2005 2:41:24 PM | fool in the rain
Since Ive been loving you
times slows...
like pedals caught dancing on the wind
my days seem to have a fanciful pattern.
Not sure what to do, because
love's like masks on hallows eve
always different,
trick or treating,
rewarding or decieving.
Since Ive been loving you
im never alone...
Your light traces sillouhette's of you in my mind.
Your shadows follow my planned route
every night, your shade turns to flame.
Im afraid if I flutter too close,
my heart will sink slow, deliberate.
Like a lead zepplin.
Since ive been loving you
thoughts gather round my mind
like homeless men on a cold ghetto corner
gather round a crude, barrel fire.
Shuffling and murmmering there
sporatic psychotic but sincere emotional ballads,
of loves lost and dreams shattered,
of present plots, and consiracy theories.
Reality always pours in soaking, splashing,
forcing its way into every aspect.
Water, assumes the shape of a void.
Like a fool caught in your rain
I'm soaked, silent, shivering, wanting,
nothing more, than to warm my hands in your, liquid heat.
hi all, thought id drop by and drop off a little something.....HAPPY HOLLOWEEN! | |
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Posted: 10/30/2005 3:57:56 PM | Hi, th30ry, good to see you drop by again.
Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin,
the cut-out face a zig-zag
of manic movement. | |
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