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Posted: 10/30/2005 8:19:54 PM | Goat I just sprayed Pinot Grigio all over my keyboard
That was one of the best sermons ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
BOO he said
I am a ghost so scary
F*uck off she said
You're ugly and hairy. | |
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Posted: 10/31/2005 4:47:45 AM | Good Morning everyone...
Happy Halloween.....may your eyes be pleased with gouly sites and your gut be filled with yummy things that will rot it from the inside out...lol
I posted this before, I know pickles likes it , since I haven't been writing much thought I would post it again, see as it is fitting for today..
Enjoy your day,keep smiling,and remember to change the filters on your gas mask for the barn at least once a month, but if the goat eats beans, make it 2 times a month..lol
ta ta for now...
Halloween has come at last
Pleasing spirits from the past
This is their time to haunt again
To scare destroy and inflict pain
Witches are first to touch the ground
Coming in on broomsticks flying around
Casting spells on the young ones
Not stopping till their work is done
Goblins break the surface next
Making you take the ultimate test
Teasing and pestering till you give in
And they become happy with the win
Zombies turn finally comes
As the children try to rush home
Knowing that they can die
If they look in the zombies eyes
But the last to arrive makes them flee
They don’t want to think let alone see
The evilest creature that comes tonight
Fills them full of fear and fright
The creature appears at the end of the street
After they have gotten all their treats
They slow their pace just wanting to hide
Wanting to stay trick or treating outside
She looks all sweet but evil lurks you see
Making all the children want to flee
By one little word she ruins all their fun
When mom says okay kids Halloween is done
Evil comes in all forms this night
Some the kids like others fill them with fright
But the one that’s the worst is at their home
She goes by the evil name of mom……..
Miz  | |
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Posted: 10/31/2005 5:16:56 AM | Great one Miz
Missed ya....trust your abscence is for a good reason????
Hugzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Pickles | |
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Posted: 10/31/2005 12:59:53 PM | BOO ! to everyone. I need a break from the pumpkin travails:
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IT'S OVER AGAIN
Now that the divorce is official,
signed after a perusal
of the lawyer's stupid lingo
of "whereas" and "in agreement thereof",
I feel a sad forgiveness
when I alter your murky replies,
speak your words while looking at me,
self-righteous again,
castigating a mirror
before it splinters in revelation.
I could bring out
psychological angles
why we drifted apart,
you the practical-emotionalist,
me the intuitive-thinker,
but does that really explain much?
Love isn't in acts
performed or imagined;
and it can't be pasted from the past,
your face a frozen grace,
though it brings me to a dear memory
of you, on an early date,
childlike, back to the ground,
making a snow angel,
its image still haunting me
of myself, either cold or heavenly,
but rarely, so rarely human.
Nov 21, 1993 | |
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Posted: 10/31/2005 6:08:05 PM | Howdy all. Happy Hallowe'en to those participating. It's raining here in Toon Town, so the ghosts and goblins aren't out in force tonight. Shucks and darn, eh?
Howdy to Pickles...your poor monitor and keyboard seem to be taking in a lot of food and liquid these days with you spraying it out of your nose.
Howdy to Miz...she returns with a Hallowe'en poem that was a delightful read. Thank you, mah dear.
Howdy to Rory..who switches things up with no conclusion to the Hallowe'en's Mushy Pumpkin saga. Still, that was a very reaching poem...I'm clipping and keeping that one, if you don't mind.
As for me...'tis the day for a suitable poem. Just a quickie, though:
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The Gwim Weaper of Wiley Woad
Black cloak and little feet
Lurching and haunting down the street
A flashlight and plastic bag in hand
Determined to plight this flat land
A greenish face at only four years old
Wandering in the dark October cold
The apples are chucked, chocolate’s a keeper
The parents wait behind for the little Gwim Weaper
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Little feller out in the rain, hunting for candy. Isn't that what Hallowe'en's all about? It sure is.
Okay...see you all tomorrow, eh? | |
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Posted: 10/31/2005 6:50:19 PM | Tis Hallowe'en again…The goblins lurk….
Greets to Sukari - - The practicality of youth, eh? Your writes are descriptive, as always.
Howdy ho to ya Pickles - - The humour queen…
Miz – loved the last one you posted… Good to see you writing
Mari_Sam - - How was the night for your little prowlers?
Rory - - You hit that one out of the park!
Hello to Th30ry - - Has life been good for ya? Good to see you droppin round these parts
Dear goat… The sermon was fantastic…. You have talent and heart, me’ love
-- Well, have a great night y’all and play safe --
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Hands of time
Winter
Scents of blue
Traces of snowflakes
Cascading in the mist
Gentle touches
Of fall
Soon will be lost
In the breeze
Subtle
Movement of leaves
Crackling branches
Rustle in the night
Softly
The wind whistles
Quietly we sit
Beside a sleeping moon
Watching seasons change
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Posted: 10/31/2005 7:35:09 PM | SHoot I just reread tha Goat's sermon and DANG if I didn't do it again
YES..........I HAVE WINE HABIT
I PUT IT IN MY MOUTH (as one does)
AND BRAYING LIKE AN ASS
OR DONKEY, (to be nice)
I PERFORM A FEAT THAT ONLY HYDRANTS CAN
MY NOSE IS A VERY VERY FINE NOSE
TWO NOSTRILS AT THE FRONT
I PERFORM LIKE A FONT
AN'
SPRAY OH YES I SPRAY TODAY
TOMORROW TOMORROW
OH THE HORROR
OF THE DAY
SOLONGFAREWELLAUFWIEDERSEINGOODBYE
GOODNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITE
BYE BYE
Breathing ...I have not gone totally...hehehe
mail to come | |
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Posted: 11/1/2005 2:35:52 PM | WAXEN TEARS
The candle flame, deep blue,
centered, still-- around it, a yellow
tongue, and grey-black smoke
wavering, fleeing here and there.
My memories come nervously,
rapidly stirred by the slightest wind
through a crack in the thin window.
I want guilt as a separate weight,
dumb and malleable, I can arm-wrestle,
and pity with fond, downcast eyes,
not this invisible prod
lighting up your sad confusion
seeking out a magical word
I'd given up searching for long ago.
The waxen tears are spilling
down the taper's pink face
to a pool packed and gelled
and cooling in the midnight breeze. | |
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Posted: 11/1/2005 6:44:45 PM | Howdy all. Good to see youse guys here for All Saints Day...I think that's what day this is, right?
I'm far too lazy to go and read the calendar, so I ain't gonna.
Hello to Pickles and her chuckling self. And hello to Rory with more great words.
It's a post and run night I'm afraid. Here it is:
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Tempus Obsoletum
I’ve never seen Eternity
But I have seen the light
It’s there in the fridge
When I get a snack in the night
I didn’t see Creation
But I’m witness to it every day
I can see bullshit forming
From many miles away
I’ll never be a witness to Immortality
The minutes pass too soon into years
Especially after a good meal
And a couple of cold beers
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Okey-dokey...off to the next thing. Hugs and handhsakes. G'night! | |
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Posted: 11/1/2005 6:44:53 PM | A big hello to that Pickles gal - - The habit of consuming Vino sounds purdy good to me!
Well Rory - - You out done yer self with that one, Bravo!
Sweet Goat - - What do you have for us tonight ?! Something amazing…
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All Hallows Eve
Fall
Comes to a close
Fires burn bright
Day of All Saints
Memories
Loved ones remembered
By quiet candlelight
Celebration of All Souls
Winter
Quietly wakes | |
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Posted: 11/1/2005 6:46:44 PM | Howdy Breathing...yup, I beat you to it.
Folks, we are now networked. Two computers, twenty fingers, two minds....twice the action!
Love ya, dear...I'll be over there inna bit. | |
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Posted: 11/2/2005 3:37:09 PM | Halloween is gone...passed....taken over...the Day of the Dead is almost over...tomorrow the last of the 3 days of the day of the dead...Diwali...begain today....Thanksgiving will be here soon...
that mushy pumpkin can be put to use...put in a pie... | |
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Posted: 11/2/2005 3:44:23 PM | Not so quick, sukari. There are more chapters to the mushy pumpkin, which is really starting to look and smell more mightily than Goat after a barbeque and beer bender. Ha.
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Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin
on the side of the top step
like a jolly, graveyard concierge. | |
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Posted: 11/2/2005 5:23:43 PM | Howdy all. A post and run night for me. November came and so did the wettest sleet I ever had the pleasure to bike in. Breathing was with me in the morning...she thoroughly enjoyed it as well.
Hello to Sukari...the teacher of teachers, the shaper of minds. You have the words that bring the images....always good to see you here in the old barn.
And Rory...love the return of the Mushy Pumpkin. Something felt incomplete without it.
And all I have in my head is Rory's Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin. Orange, saggy and defeated...if you know what I mean. So, let's paraphrase the master and apologize to Rory before I begin. Sorry Rory...
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Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin
A phase between form and void
Dissolves in November sleet
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Good to be home and re-greasing the bike for another day. G'night youse guys. | |
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Posted: 11/2/2005 5:42:44 PM | A wet greeting to all the lurkers out there - -
Sukari,Rory - - howdy-do to ya both...
Sweet Soggy old Goat... A warm hug for ya ;-)
See y'all later........
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One quiet night
Children put to rest
Pumpkins now gone
Goblins
Forgotten
Left for dead
One November morn
We wake
Blanketed beneath
Winter’s scent
The taste of snow
Lingers
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Posted: 11/2/2005 6:07:46 PM | Hi all
Just sneaking past doing Dragon things
For just one night you let them roam
Invited them into your home
Now you put them far away
Hope that that is where they stay
But do they come to you in dreams
All these outer worldly things
Do Goblins live for just one night
Or are they hiding out of sight
The scratching at the old door frame
May prove that more than one remains
Silken beat of bat in flight
Shows the Vampires are alright
You will know your not alone
When you hear the Werewolf howl
Shadow that went by the moon
An ancient witch upon a broom
On one night they are all friends
On others they sure make ammends
"Listen to the children of the night
What sweet sounds they make"
Sweet Dreams everyone
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Posted: 11/3/2005 6:23:44 AM | good morning everyone
hope all is well in the old barn today....I have been busy and just out of it lately..my mind will not work, so for the contest that is now running I decided to make my mind work and I wrote this poem this morning, thought I would share it here to...
Twenty years ago
The tree swing swayed
Playing in the winds hand
Wind chimes sang their song
Little birds pecked in the sand
Bright flowers reached to the sun
Clouds drifted away
Tall grass enveloped us
In the field where we lay
Sun shone bright that day
No forecast of rain
A day of happiness and life
Not of darkness or pain
We were young you and I
In age but not of mind
As we held hands gazing up
True love we knew we did find
September rain tumbled down
We ran to the bench so old
Huddled into each others arms
To prevent from getting cold
Memories flooded me so fast
As I sit staring at the sky
Tears trickle down my face
You turn and ask me why
I look at you and smile
Tell you I love you so
And thank you for lying with me
In the field some twenty years ago
Miz
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Posted: 11/3/2005 4:57:24 PM | Hi, miz ! What a lovely reminiscence.
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Hallowe'en's mushy pumpkin,
face a grotesque parody
of a superficial, holiday relative. | |
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Posted: 11/3/2005 5:22:48 PM | Howdy all. A quickie for me tonight....
Good to see Miz with her absolutely lovely poem...excellent!
And Rory, that pumpkin is darn near discorporated...but still entertaining as H-E-Double hockey sticks.
As for me...here's some crap:
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Coffee-fuelled and Pantless in the Chair
Remember, remember the third of November
A mere month from December
The time before Christmas arrives to make us broke
Curious, curious the day is forever
Midway between bad and good weather
The time before Guy Fawkes played his sad joke
Blowing, blowing though not quite snowing
Feet and hands warm as embers
The time when the geese leave before they croak
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Ick. I have that Guy Fawkes poem in my head...that and a few gallons of coffee.
Bleah...g'night! | |
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Posted: 11/4/2005 7:24:42 PM | Howdy all. I made it here at last. Got all distracted with...y'know..stuff and things...
Hi Rory...the pumpkin gets better the mushier it gets. Excellent!
Me? All I have is this:
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4:49 PM November 3, 2005
One round wheel and another
Carried one through on a windy day
Wet snow and slush conspire
Keeping one from chocolate danishes
Perseverance persevered
Legs churned Amishly
Four danishes purchased
Brought home like a trophy
Torn apart with coffee
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Alas...Who's Line is it Anyway is coming on and I must prepare myself for it emotionally by vigorous scratching. G'night! | |
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Posted: 11/4/2005 9:35:51 PM | Good evening y’all….
Good day to you, Miz - - Twenty years ago is filled with vivid images. Good to see you here.
I see Longte has been around with his dragon thoughts - - Howdy to ya’
Rory and the pumpkin story - - Greets to ya mate
Dear Goat - - Love your mind…. You, Java, a fire and Who’s Line….Who could ask for more…..
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Stillness
See what words do
Let them come alive
Watch them
Sleeping thoughts
Begin to wake
Hear them
They take shape
Let your mind
Mold them
Silence stirs in the night
Memories emerge
Believe in them
Listen...
Each breath
Tells a story
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I think I hear sleep calling…See y’as tomorrow
G'Night | |
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Posted: 11/5/2005 3:06:17 PM | Howdy all. I just realized I forgot to say howdy to Longte...howdy, you old dragon, you. Excellent post there, too.
Hello to Breathing and her incredible words of insightfulness.
As for me...a little haiku because I'm beery and cheery after a good round of golf!
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Gonchiyama
A pair of torn shorts
A dirty thong on a line
Crotchless jockeys smell
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There we are...change the shorts and it's time to eat and go (gasp) bowling. Wish us luck.
G'night! | |
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Posted: 11/5/2005 11:17:29 PM | Lol Goat! Howdy all! Doing good, and yup-still around. Like a pesky weed, I am. Never know where i'll pop up.
Well here's my contribution to the barn. Was in a weird mood tonight for some reason. hope you enjoy.
Last Goodbye
I have gone, but please don't cry,
I know when I left, I didn't say goodbye.
It was my time, but not my choice you see,
All things must end, yes even me.
Onto the next realm, my journey unknown,
My only hope is, here good seed had I sown.
All but a memory, will some day I be,
Only my written word, left for those to see.
I knew of love, and how to give it,
But not as much as I should of, this I must admit.
I had short-comings, and flaws galore,
But no one loved as much, and certainly not more.
After all is said and done, life wasn't that bad,
And I am very thankful, for what time I had.
But off to the abyss, my time here is done,
Goodbye and farewell, my love to every one.
~Kobold~ | |
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Posted: 11/6/2005 10:51:31 AM | Kobold! How the heck are ye, pardner? Missed you around these parts -- all dark and introspective and all. You do lend a great air of thoughtfulness to this place...the dark is a very interesting place to look into. Thanks, eh?
Howdy to all. Ready for a sermon?
Here it is -- get your spare change and five dollar bills ready for the plate that's coming around after. And don't think by hiding in the washroom will help you avoid the collection process...I know where you are.....
Mwuh hah hah haaaaaa....
Get your grins on and asses in those seats -- it'll be coming coming at you like an Egg McMuffin thrown from the back of fast-moving pickup truck down a grid road. Ready....
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Psalm 44 – The Book of Goat
Blessed be nothing
For it is vast and not filled
With anything in particular
Blessed be free time
For it is unstructured
And wanders like a creek
Babbling freshly
Blessed be underwear
That hath labels in the back
And Weiner Holes in the front
So they can guide thee
In addressing thy proper attire
Blessed be black coffee
Black enough to stand spoons up
For it gives a Great Buzz
And Frosted Flakes
With extra sugar
For it gives a Greater Buzz
Blessed be sunny Sundays
With hints of frost on the roofs
And the fences
Blessed be the bare fact
That Thy Lard isn’t in church
And had to miss such a fine morning
Amen
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Okay....BREAK! Get out there and enjoy the day. Put some clothes on first...maybe a sock or one glove and a hat. Something simple and not too revealing...sensible low heels, too. You don't want to fall, eh?
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