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Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/20/2009 11:02:10 PM
Erf..late night. Soon to bed. Hello to 60to70. Love the write...humble, yet not. Must get haiku down before I pass out...... ================================ In quiet moments I stumble upon humble Then swell with old pride =============================== Thanks for the inspiration, 60to70! G'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/20/2009 11:01:33 PM
Erf..late night. Soon to bed. Hello to 60to70. Love the write...humble, yet not. Must get haiku down before I pass out...... ================================ In quiet moments I stumble upon humble Then swell with old pride =============================== Thanks for the inspiration, 60to70! G'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/19/2009 8:39:23 PM
Hello all. Hello me'love. I know I've seen you in person all day (except for during that work time thing, darn it) but it's always good to see you poetically. She is amazing, isn't she? This barn is blessed to have you m'dear. I just stink it all up. Speaking of which...here I go again: ============================= Talking to Aussies Music with didgeridoo Now that's tech support ============================= There we be. G'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/18/2009 10:24:20 PM
Hey-o. Tough day at work today...let's get to the venting poetical thing tonight: ======================================= Tards to Bear Remember how Moses asked Pharaoh to let his people go? I beg the fates To let some people in my life go Away and Discover Themselves In whatever grisly fashion they choose If they want to dive into artistic pursuits So be it If they want to see how many beer they can drink Before the world spins off its axis So be it But when they’re done with all that Self Discovery They can come back and be reasonable For a while ======================================= Must sleep. More tardly fun tomorrow. G'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/17/2009 8:22:14 PM
Me again. Here's another serving of something sticky: ==================================== Shitty Ditty No. 5 It was a day of navel-gazing With a stint of cerebral grazing Watched those little brain-acorns grow Explored Now like there’s no tomorrow ===================================== Gets right between the fingers and never comes out...like snot on a screen door. Yum. G'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/16/2009 9:27:04 PM
Hmm...Trulio was here but now he's not...? Well...a mystery is afoot... I'll leave this here while I try to piece this together: ========================================= Beat It With A Dead Stick Mixed some metaphors today And felt like a total lout Tried to straighten the curve Beyond the question of doubt The effort was unreal And I could’ve cried on a dime While I did it all at work today On Economic Standard Time ========================================= Alrighty...to bed! G'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/15/2009 11:50:03 AM
Howdy-do. It's snowing here...right on the lake. It's been threatening and now its here...winter. It's actually kind of pleasant here in Nelson. I'm sure it's absolute zero in Saskabush with a windchill of double that. Oxygen is turning into liquid there right before the buffet-grazers' eyes. Heh. Okay...Sunday is the day and that means the Book of Goat is wrenched open and this was plucked forth: ==================================== Psalm 985 – The Book of Goat There is power in stories And monetary value too Thy Lard knoweth this For He hath heard it on CBC It is the source of all worldly knowledge Doncha know? Anyhoo A little experiment was done on Ebay (another fine institution, though Thy Lard hath not used it for a while) That involved some items being put on sale Similar items were placed up for auction One had a short story with it The other did not The item that had an interesting story Was the one that nabbed more money There it is The power of the story Heck, we all have bought novels Paid to see movies Even court cases are forums for storytelling The lawyer with the best story wins And Thy Lard won’t even get into Storytelling festivals For that is a little too obvious We all have stories to our lives And how we choose to tell it is our choice Do we weave it or leave it? When Thy Lard telleth people That He and the Apostle Breathing left Saskabush Because it was a poor place to live The listeners are mildy amused and not really hearing But When Thy Lard sayeth He Left the Hated Land Because it sucked more than a Twenty-dollar whore in a Greyhound bus On her way to Portage La Prairie And just living in the Flat Hated Land Was enough to make his ass itch As if it were infested with a thousand angry ringworms Well, people hear Him then Sure that particular story weaving Was a bit garish and ghastly But it worked Sometimes you gotta use them colours to get seen Thy Lard reckons Story is the real currency for human beings We’ve been telling stories, singing them Through ways and means So countless Thy Lard feeleth that’s why we’re here To tell the story of ourselves Our cultures Even the Universe itself Thy Lard wonders who the audience will be? Hmm…. Amen =========================================== Alrighty....time to get out in that snowy day and run, run, run with Breathing. I wonder if the cats are alright out there? Hmm...? We'll check on them in a bit. Later!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/14/2009 9:21:28 PM
Hello all. Not much to say...so let's have a haiku: ================================= No casino here Not even a bingo hall Civilization =============================== Yep...we could be in Saskatchewan goin' to the casino. But we're not. And we wouldn't. Thank God. G'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/13/2009 8:49:41 PM
Evenin'. Hey, how about some faithless poetry? No? Well, how about this, then? ===================================== Mein Pampf Ich putzen mein pampf on Ein leg at a time Ich habe ein guten time mit it Butzen Ich machen sur Meinen gonch is on Meine arse Firsten Ja ================================= There we go. That might be another one I'd take another run at later. Tonight Das Pampf stay where they lie. Okay, g'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/12/2009 9:49:29 PM
Hello all. Good to see yer tonight. Hello to Pickles! Thank you for the good words...Remembrance Day is a particularly important day for me. The words just kind of happen on November 11th. May the good folk rest in peace. Howdy to Dimestore Minstrel! Thanks to you , too. And, yes...lets get our troops home safely. Okay...something a little awful tonight: ====================================== It Sounded Better In My Mind… So, if she writes like a Callwood And he writes like a Hemingway This guy’s words are like Ron Wood Well, durn it anyway… Now, here’s a bit of a thing And it may make you sicken Since every meat tastes like poultry I write like a Chicken ======================================= Ehhh....maybe I'll take another run at that one later. The concept was good in my little brain, but that was a few days ago and it was early before coffee. Ah, well...I sleep now. G'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/11/2009 10:49:03 AM
It's Remembrance Day. Here's my latest offering to those who served and do serve: ================================== Arc of Madness They were soldiers once, and young Not just in Vietnam but all wars The fomented tide hits them first Rifles in their grips, rosaries in their fingers Soon everyone is up to their necks in it Some live, some don’t, some don’t want to Small bits of human rage can be digested This was far too much all at once Choked on the gas, slammed into pieces Clambered over a ridge into hell As it rained lead sideways, all ways The sun never blinked – not once We hear Taps ringing under the clouds At cenotaphs so heavy with names We are silent, remembering We are engaged, understanding ======================================== May they rest and may they live in peace. See you tomorrow.

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/10/2009 9:31:08 PM
Almost forgot the "evening thing". Just a haiku to sum up the day: ============================= 'Twas the eve before The day the guns fell silent The boss did forget ============================== Yep...the boss forgot tomorrow is November 11th. I guess he's been self-employed for too long, eh? Okay...see yer tomorrow. G'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/9/2009 9:06:20 PM
Hello all. My dear Breathing is out of town for a couple of days...durnit. Now its just me and the cats and the lake...and the bike. Biking to and from town is a bit tiring for this ol' goat. I'm pretty much ready for bed now...erf.. But first a haiku: ========================================= Calgary hungers A team now separated Soon she will be back ========================================= Me sleep now...g'night...

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/8/2009 5:42:26 PM
Hey ya'll...not much to say today. It's Sunday and here's the thingie. Enjoy! =================================== Psalm 82 – The Book of Goat God, who needs direction? Life is not like Ikea Life is not like a novel Life is not like instructions for assembly for a Briggs & Stratton Rototiller Life is a complex web of relationships That pull and give and flex Tug and roll Flip and turn There is a pattern there But, man, it’s hard to see from down here There doesn’t seem to be a path Save for the one we impose with our perspective And maybe there is a direction But we can’t see it because we lack the Over-sight Or even In-sight Thy Lard is still struggling to find Direction A purpose, if thee will It has occurred to Him He may not have a purpose This used to make Him feel a little lost Now He seems used to the idea At least for a while Thy Lard wondereth if it’s Ego That wants so much Ego is a hungry thing Loves to eat, loves to experience Loves to focus on itself Tends not to love others Ego wants to satisfy itself With knowing it has purpose While the rest of the mind Is comfortable with what Is. Yep…that’s all Thy Lard hath today. Amen =========================================== There we be...g'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/7/2009 9:21:51 PM
Hello all. Another good 'un here...no complaints. Hello to 60to70! Interesting few lines there...not sure what to say. Though most things that are odd and painful are necessary. Heck, I dunno...let's haiku-it tonight: =========================== Built-in Direction Like all-purpose flour Applies to humans? ========================== There we be. Here I goes. G'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/6/2009 9:14:25 PM
Hey ya'll. Not much going on tonight, so its a haiku night. ================================== Both desks and humans Some assembly required Structure is the key ================================== Ehh...not so good, but it'll do. Okay, g'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/5/2009 8:27:43 PM
Howdy all. There goes Thursday and the days get more interesting and fun as time goes on. I still loves it here here my Breathing-gal. Hello to 60to70! I can appreciate every word you wrote there, but God knows what the answer is. I could try to say something profound and simple but I just don't have it in my head. I wish you well, though. All we can do is try to fit them pieces together and try to have fun doing it. Let me know how it goes there. Well, a poem-thing is on the offering table tonight...here it be: =============================================== The Realm of the Hungry Ghosts A store full of whatnots And incompletes To complete the uncompleted With their Visas and Mastercards Resting on their swollen bellies While their breath whistles Into the store’s rarefied air GST is included ================================================ Okay...to sleep soon. G'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/4/2009 9:15:43 PM
Hello all. Busy, busy day here in Nelson-town. Funny...I wanted a job and now that I have one, I just want to stay here and write. Hmm... Hello to Legs! Good to see you here in the barn again. Yep, that bale of hay of yours is still around here somewhere, though things have shuffled around a bit here lately. And, yes, Breathing and I are living in Nelson now. We're working at becoming part of the community and working to pay off the credit cards...moving here kinda took a lot of moola. It's happening....we have traction, now we need some time. Thanks for your kind words and maybe we will see you about town one day. We're here for the long haul, so no rush. Okay...let's see what's in the poetry bag tonight... ============================================== Protestations and Lamentations They took back the night From some guy that had it They chanted They marched They yelled They rhymed badly Then went for coffee Then the night Had itself ============================================== Yep...there was some marching going on outside the window at work. The night was taken back and then released. Heh...a catch n' release, so to speak. The night is free-range. Never take it back. Okay...g'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/3/2009 7:56:36 PM
Hey ya'll...another lovely day here. Everyone okay? Yeah? Good. Hello Om! Thanks, eh? No worries about being late...you're still within a month of the birthday, so all is well. Heck, there are times when it takes me three months to return a phone call. Today was a little busy and not much time to reflect on stuff n' things...this getting back to work stuff is hard... So let's have a haiku: ================================ The numbers go in And the numbers all go out It's all taxable ================================= Yep...all good fun. Okay...to other things! G'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/2/2009 8:55:45 PM
Howdy-do. First day on the new job was...interesting. It should be even more...interesting the next day. Soon, I should have it all figured out ah reckon. Hi Trulio! Now those were some fine lines. Love 'em. Sorry I'm being so brief...work comes early tomorrow, so I gotta git along...here's a haiku: =================================== A big learning curve Very large at the bottom Thinner at the top =================================== Heh..yeah...that ain't much but it's all I got. See yer tomorrow, eh? G'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 11/1/2009 2:45:13 PM
Hello all. Another fine Sunday here in Nelson-town. Man, it is great here...the sun is out and it's actually warm outside. This is November and it's WARM...this is so not Saskatchewan...thank God. Hello to Brizo! You inspired me today...thank you. Just before I sat down and checked the barn, Breathing and I had a really good run through the national park down the road. The sun was poking holes through the poplars and pines, the golden leaves littered the ground, the more stubborn ones hung to the branches. Man, it is some nice out there today. And I came here and read what you wrote. It fit well with what I've been working through these last few weeks. I'm glad Psalm 911a managed to find you. I'm very glad you came here to tell me and inspire me. And, here's the latest bit from the Book of Goat: =========================================== Psalm 843 – The Book of Goat Breathing and Thy Lard ran Along the highway And then into the National Park The leaves are on the ground Even in the few weeks That we’ve arrived Thy Lard noticed (Again…for He sees and forgets a lot) Everything changes As Thy Lard sits here The mountains change shamelessly In front of Him The lake, renewed, laps the shore The sand Which is replenished Taken Replenished Taken So many times during the day Even we change minute by minute In small cellular steps So minute, they don’t Consciously register But our bodies “replace” themselves Completely over the course Of seven years Thoughts are replaced even more quickly Ideas of Can’t Shouldn’t Won’t Can be dropped like old baggage When we really want to catch A particular plane To get somewhere we Really want to be Thy Lard discovered that Letting go Even of His grudgingly hated habits Was a painful Maybe it was like cutting off a wart? Or Ditching an appendix that Used to be so well behaved Then started to cause Some problems Once those little impediments Were gone Or managed Or not overfed like they were They didn’t bother Him so much Courage rarely travels from zero to sixty It’s a slow moving diesel With a heavy load behind it Once it gains momentum It’s hard to stop Like everything Courage changes form with us As we place each foot down As each breath comes in As each cell replicates As each grain of lakebed sand Is dropped off and taken away If this were a world where Nothing changed Everything was static Thy Lard wouldst have to get off At the next stop Amen =========================================== Okay...let's get out and enjoy the day. Later, eh?

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/31/2009 6:47:59 PM
Hello all. Hey, it's Halloween! I dressed up as Some BC Guy. It's a little different from being Some Saskatchewan Guy -- there's less of a smell of lowbrow depression. Thanks to all for wishing me a happy birthday yesterday. Even Trulio, as I'm sure he was doing as he was discussing the Ba'ath party policy. Hello Autumn! Thank you so much and I'm pretty sure the barn will smell pretty much the same in the coming year as it did in the last. Maybe it'll be worse..I am feeling more inspired these days. Hello Sophia! Thank you, too. It's hard to not love BC...always had a place in my goaty heart for this place. When I saw Nelson, I knew I had to live here. Hi 60to70! Thanks fer the birthday wishes and thanks for the poem, too. I can understand the disaffection -- heck, it's what drove us from dry and dusty Saskabush to here. Here is much better so far and now it's even better now that we're both employed. Yep...I gots me a job for my birthday. It's fewer hours and better pay and much more interesting than my last one...it's everything I wanted. Has the proverbial bacon been found? Dunno yet, but I can smell it's smokey goodness in the wind... Hi Trulio! What can I say? I am rendered speechless...right here in front of ya'll. Though your post did clue me into a word I encountered years ago and rediscovered now: Pensee. Good ol' Wiki redirects you to the common term: Thought now, though it doesn't quite fit. It's like an old-but-coming-into-use-again word called "acedia". With both words, the ideas still hold a fair bit of water. Thanks, Trulio...a rediscovered word is a good present for me to reacquaint myself with. Hello to dearest Pickles! No worries...and thanks, eh? Breathing may be by here later or tomorrow to say hello to you too. Okay...a quickie poem...let's see what I gots: ================================================ Backhandedly Slapped the flanks Slapped the bass Slapped some sense into it Slapped awake Slapped silly Slapped happy Slapped it closed It slept The sleep of the slapped ================================================== Got the idea from the movie "I Love You, Man". Heh...slapping the bass! Suhlappin' da byasss, mon! Love it. Okay, Breathing and I are off to dinner. Indian food tonight. Yum. See yer tomorrow...g'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/30/2009 3:11:24 PM
Dum de dum....oh, hello. It's a lovely day here in the neighbourhood today...let me stink it up a bit with this: ===================================== Suspended in Language Ever so snotly, it hung Half-felt, half-formed In between handshakes and hugs It opened a rusty-door dialogue To greener topics New ideas made old Mowed into landscapes Pleasing to the eye While Nature pawed the edges Moribund with comprehension ========================================= Hmm...that was supposed to be more funny than that. Ah, shit. Well, there it be and here I go. Laters!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/29/2009 10:05:51 PM
A dime for a ton of sense? That's a good rate. Actually, since it's my sense, I feel like I should give you some change back. There you go. I love your haiku, too. Lake Superior, eh? I'm really thinking Breathing and I should go have a see in time. Not for a few (or many) years...we're rediscovering BC. Okay...all I have is another haiku tonight: ====================================== Is it a real job? The T-shirt said "Muff Diver" He had no wetsuit ===================================== Heck, no one else wears their job name on their shirts. You never see T-shirts with: "Cinema Janitor" or: "Sweaty Fry Cook". Or (gasp) "Mop Boy at a Peep Show". Now, there's a job. Ak. Okay...with that sticky thought, I bid you good night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/28/2009 8:46:21 PM
Hello all. Another fine day in the deep south. Hello to 60to70! Y'know, I'm thinking people are just people no matter where you live. There's happy ones, horny ones, silly ones, cheap ones, generous ones, old ones, young ones, ones who think they're old but aren't, ones with no inside voice, ones with no voice -- people are silent, violent, mild and wild...everyone is everywhere. Heck, why not -- there's almost 7 billion of us on the planet. I've never been to Lake Superior, though. I've heard good things about that area of the world. One day I'll get there and I likely will think it's wonderful. I'm not sure if I'll live there...I think I'm stopping here for this lifetime. Well, there ain't much in the tank tonight. I think it's a haiku night: ============================================ Push words all around Is haiku a dying art? Flavoured with Tanka ============================================ Yep, it makes no sense. Ah, well. We'll try again tomorrow. G'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/27/2009 3:42:18 PM
Howdy-do. Thought I'd take a break from gazing into my bellybutton and post a little somethin'. Or it could be nothin'... Dunno...here it is: ================================== The Purple Handed Man What happened there? An obvious case of diabetes An old, fat man in a new, slim jacket Eating all the naked mini candy bars His wife can supply him Feeding the wood chipper While colourful stray wrappers Die Die Die Under his feet What happened there? His hands as purple as Barney’s ass His feet likely the same He achieved all his goals in life Ran on that one-lane track Hard as any man could run Now sixty-ish and financially bloated His eyesight is next to go Maybe some jolly good renal failure To set the cosmic balance right What happened there? A mid-life crisis caught him at work Grew into his bones like a cancer Sucked his joy and his heart out of his nose While he breathed and worked Pretended to have fun and love life Secretly wanting to accumulate More More More Oh, God…more… What’s wrong with a mid-life crisis Involving a creepy trucker From Oxbow, Saskatchewan Taking naked pictures of you In the Burger King washroom With his Sony Cybershot Maybe you’ll get some Bud Light Maybe even ten bucks Tucked into your scanties Your clothes shamefully assembled If it’s an option I’d like door #2, please ==================================== The names of the restaurant and the camera were changed to protect the innocent. All people from Oxbow, Saskatchewan are still creepy. Heh. G'night! See yer tomorrow!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/26/2009 9:56:35 PM
Howdy-do. It was a snowy day here in Nelson...nice, sloppy, wet snow. Lovely. Hello to 60to70. I can't say I totally hate the prairies...heck, I was born in rural Alberta and it really was home for my first 20 years of life. The mountains had a spell over me, though. Then I landed up north in Whitehorse and I was so spellbound I found it hard to leave...but I did and went to the flattest place on earth. Saskatchewan is a special kind of flat -- in feature and in spirit. True, you can see across into forever on the prairies but I tend to look up into the night sky here to get that same feeling. Love the words. They flow and they move. Thanks, eh? What do I have here? Lessee... =================================== Cat prowls in wet snow Misses the birds and the bugs Hours spent licking =================================== And they're still cleaning off their paws. Heh. I'm sure they'll want outside tomorrow, too. I may have to accommodate them. Okay...g'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/25/2009 12:17:32 PM
Durn near afternoon now here in lovely Nelson. Let's justa post this hyar Sunday sermon thing....fresh from the Book of Goat and onto your plate! Don't ask about the hairy bits. It gives it texture: =========================================== Psalm 911a – The Book of Goat Thy Lard has yet another confession He knows there have been many here But this time He is admitting He hath been A lost soul lately ‘Tis true He has had a void in Him lately (And He knoweth how giggly dirty that may soundeth) That ached for Purpose And may have wondered about His own identity As He toiled in the corporate world The corporate world was an amazing distraction From Thy Lard’s earlier quests for self-definition Funny what a paycheque can do, eh? And it was even more funny how Thy Lard let Someone else define Him for Him That’s what truly happened then Over the last ten years Thy Lard let someone else define Him Just for the sake of regular pay Now that He’s been away from the corporate world And the only voice He hears now is His own (and the wise words of Breathing) He sees now that He hath been wandering away From where He wants to be Though that in itself is a thorny thing – Thy Lard is figuring out His path in life He is asking questions and He doesn’t want A job to tell Him what the answers are As was His habit in the past When He thinketh of it Defining one’s own nature by Looking outside oneself is really Well… It’s a bit illogical And this figuring out who Thy Lard is Isn’t a one-tme thing Like a report Or taking a dump This is an ongoing thing That must be part of every day life It’s a bit scary, really Thy Lard was so used to the Corporate Structure Covering Him Not to mention the bone-deep hatred of where He was And what He was doing It all provided a perverse (And safe…vey safe) Track for Him to live His life Now that it’s gone The openness is a bit frightening Though simultaneously exhilarating Now Thy Lard must build His own structure Under His own direction Life was a little easier when Thy Lard was young When all he thought about was titties and beer Still, He doth think of titties and beer But there’s so much more too Maybe the titties got smaller in His mind And the beer is now better quality Lesson learned: Make an effort to figure out who I am Even take distraction mindfully This shit really does matter Amen ============================================ Okay...Breathing and I are off for a run. Later, eh?

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/24/2009 10:31:36 PM
Evenin'...late night. Let's just haiku it real fast-like: ==================================== Is it hockey or Fondle-and-tickle-ringuette? Oh, do go Leafs, go =================================== Junior hockey is a funny sport. Breathing and I saw our first hockey game in around (well, for me) over 20 years. Not much has changed, but the players wear better suits now after the game. Ah...the life of an athlete. Well...g'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/23/2009 10:47:08 PM
Hello....another wet day in moist paradise. That almost got me aroused...a bit. Hello 60to70! Well, I'm sure things will be better here than they were in Saskabush. I still can taste that hard-core, dry-as-dust, deeply-ingrained depression -- man, that's good dreariness. Every time I think I feel a little down here, I think of Saskatoon and all I left behind. Then I smile. Heh. Hi Brizo! We have the same rules here for our cats (well, that and don't kill the goddam plants!!) and they still try to push it. There is part of me that loves the flying tackle...the look on their hairy little faces as I swoop on them is sooooo worth it. I am the God of Thunder!!! By the Power of Grayskull!!!! Okay...let's poeticize: ============================================== Playing with It a Bit The end of solitude Blew in like Bad Bart on the last stage With hard boots on the hardpan sand Hands on hips Tobacco-juice spit Informed everyone this here town Ain’t big enough For him to be here with ya’ll So he left To be alone somwhere else =============================================== To sleep! G'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/22/2009 8:41:03 PM
Wow...that took five minutes. Grind, grind, grind. Okay...see yer tomorrow!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/22/2009 8:40:33 PM
Hello all. Still here and still kickin', I is. Erf...POF seems a bit sluggish today. Hope this post makes it in before midnight... Hello to Pickles-dear! Sorry to hear about your neighbourly woes. Do good fences make for good neighbors? Then what do no fences make? Hmm...hope that open house went well anyway. Rock it on the market, baby! Yeah!! Hello to Trulio. Cedars smell lovely when they burn. I can imagine the little ones would smell lovely, though they'd go up rather quickly. Unless they're wet, that is...heh... Okay...a poem-like thing. Let's see if POF chokes on this one: ============================================= Cradled to Grave We are the gods of our perceptions How things come and go How they flow and roll How they build our conceptions Take cues from other directions Hear the bells toll Old news from a toilet roll Cardboard tube construction I stared in awe at old definitions Tossed to a standstill, left cold Grasped at ideas gone old Tread into familiar misdirection Dropped, it slithered in exception Trailed away into the fold Cast back a look so bold Found the source of its conception ===================================== Let's push that POST button. I wonder how long Firefox will chew on it before spitting it up? Let's see.... G'night!

Goatsmell

Joined: 5/27/2004

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/22/2009 8:39:21 PM
Hello all. Still here and still kickin', I is. Erf...POF seems a bit sluggish today. Hope this post makes it in before midnight... Hello to Pickles-dear! Sorry to hear about your neighbourly woes. Do good fences make for good neighbors? Then what do no fences make? Hmm...hope that open house went well anyway. Rock it on the market, baby! Yeah!! Hello to Trulio. Cedars smell lovely when they burn. I can imagine the little ones would smell lovely, though they'd go up rather quickly. Unless they're wet, that is...heh... Okay...a poem-like thing. Let's see if POF chokes on this one: ============================================= Cradled to Grave We are the gods of our perceptions How things come and go How they flow and roll How they build our conceptions Take cues from other directions Hear the bells toll Old news from a toilet roll Cardboard tube construction I stared in awe at old definitions Tossed to a standstill, left cold Grasped at ideas gone old Tread into familiar misdirection Dropped, it slithered in exception Trailed away into the fold Cast back a look so bold Found the source of its conception ===================================== Let's push that POST button. I wonder how long Firefox will chew on it before spitting it up? Let's see.... G'night!

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/21/2009 7:04:28 PM
Howdy-do. A wet and cold evening this is, but it's way better than Saskabush any ol' day. Hi to 60to70! You almost had me bummed out there, but I managed to rally back. Well, at least a little bit. Nelson is lovely and the job market is a tough nut to crack, but I think I can do it. All I need is a little more effort and time. I'd hate to be cast out of paradise just when I was getting used to the water. Hello to my Breathing-dear and her wonderful words. She's the brilliant one in this house. Well, here's something that fell out of my ear a while ago. It's a bit on the awful side... ===================================== How the Wet Was Won I put my tea in strategic places And forget Wherever it got to I had it in my hand Now its across the yard By the sink Or at least I think It gets lost in the spaces Among social graces With the cats Yep, there’s that I steal all their thunder As I look and wonder Where did that cup go This time? ====================================== Found my tea. It's all gone now and it won't be lost again...I think. G'night!

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/20/2009 7:50:11 PM
Howdy-do. Not much new here today...the weather was great and the scenery is beeyotiful. Other than that, it's another day in paradise. Say...how about a poem-like thing? I happen to have such a thing handy: ============================================== Algorithm and Blues A fractured sort of structure Peppered by rambling comments Cobbled with slight conjecture Resembling a disturbed sonnet It opened with a read-only line Written by some programming hero Where he (maybe she) opined: “Bliss is found by dividing by zero.” ================================================ Ah...it's like music, ennit? If music were the sound of someone beating a baby with a cat, or a weasel stuck in a blender... ...that's when music was music, dammit! Not like this mealy-mouthed Coldplay garbage...we had something to say when we were young. Uh..yeah... Okay, g'night!

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/19/2009 9:36:16 PM
Howdy-do. Another lovely warm day here in the deep south. Hi Brizo! I thought the three words were: "flying leg kick". I guess that would fall under semi-permanent harm, though... The foam disc shooter sounds like a good idea. I'll look into that. Revenge is a dish best served quickly. Okay, let's have a haiku: ======================================== We saw that Safeway Offers "full service meat" Really creeps me out ======================================== Ick. Just the thought of it....brrr.... All that meat. Fully servicing. Ack. On that note, I shall kick the cat's ass and go to sleep. G'night!

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/18/2009 5:38:34 PM
Hey, it's Sunday. Let's sermonate! Hm...artificial sermonation? Heh...anyway: ============================================ Psalm 677 – The Book of Goat Thy Lard wants to beat the cat Its nothing personal, really He’s just making a lot of noise lately (The cat, not Thy Lard) About wanting to be outside now Even though his first introduction to it Was just yesterday and today It’s like some retard that saw something so mundane And thought it was so Gnarly Kewl That he couldn’t wait to see it again Even though tomorrow’s another day And there are so many tomorrows Now all he does is sit at the window Stare at the lake And howl like a brain-damaged beagle All Thy Lard wants to do is yell: “Shutupshutupshutup!!!” And maybe take his fat ass down to the lake And heeeeeeeaaaave him into it Yep, Thy Lard knoweth this wouldst Be considered as cruelty to animals And He restrains himself appropriately But that giggly, drooly, thought is still there Thy Lard takes a breath and steps back From the cat that likes to rush the doors Even when they’re closed He realizes that novelty is a powerful drug And it takes a strong mind to overcome It’s effects After all, so many people are out there Trying to buy the next New Experience Standing at the shop windows And howling at it Debating whether the compounded interest is worth it Maybe they should walk into the lake And throw it in? Thy Lard guesseth it would make for A crowded lake Amen =========================================== There we be. See yer tomorrowish! G'night!

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/17/2009 9:49:49 PM
Evenin'. Not much new here...how about something like a poem that really isn't but it could be considered as if a really liberal ex-hippie Grade 7 English teacher ran out of Who and Beatles song lyrics to analyze? Yeah? Sound good? Alrighty... ===================================== Open-Faced Buddha It’s like eggs, see Scramble them The integrity would be shot Leave them as is They’d see you clearly The taste is all the same ==================================== Ding! There's a pickup for table 4, alright. See yer tomorrow, eh? G'night!

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/16/2009 8:26:10 PM
Hello all. 'Tis a fine evening here in the Hootenays tonight. Even the rain is nice here...not like that other place we lived in... ...but enough of that. Ya'll heard me whine about That Place enough over the years, eh? Hello to Autumn! I hope you become a found ex-dreamer in the near future...January is the time? Best of luck, my friend -- pursue that dream. Love the words, too...they sound awfully familiar these days. What do I have tonight? Well, just some words about the same thing as yesterday. No biggie. ========================================== Searching for the New Economy All I have is a small knowledge of This delicate combat These gentle weapons Once I was so patiently bored Now seeming engaged With knocking down Establishment Building up Spirit Still dancing around the equation ========================================= Okay...there it is, for better or for less better. Time to shower off the unemployment and sleep. Later, eh?

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/15/2009 7:43:43 PM
Evenin' Not much to say on this lovely Thursday...so let's just summarize it in some half-arsed poetical way: ======================================= Exploring Hidden Job Markets Quite a gathering today Stuffed into a non-ventilated room On too-hard chairs On nicked tables Over over-brewed coffee We had the Lost Dreamer The Incessant Talker The Silent Stone The Angry Young Man And the Saddest Bear of All Who was the facilitator Stories of swirled anger Sprinkled with quiet desperation Rained on us all The Goat stood still Watched it unfolding Fold again Breathing, calm, in the Too-hard chair beside ======================================= Heh...yep. The last of the workshops. Now let this Goat find work. Breathing has already been successful...she is that good. Later, eh? G'night!

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/14/2009 8:51:43 PM
Howdy! It's -uhm- Wednesday or something today, ennit? Not that its a special day, but the week is winding its way to Saturday. Today we started wiping the taint of Saskabush from us and the car. No more SK license plates on the car and no more Saskabushian drivers' licenses on Monday. No more of the flatlands. No. More. So, on that note, let's have a haiku: ======================================= So we shall remove The "Land of the Living Skies" Bullshit anyway ======================================= Heh...yep. Okay, to sleeps!! G'night!

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/13/2009 8:32:32 PM
Evenin' all. Man, that was some weekend. Breathing and I kicked arse in that half-marathon and then ate like rabid pigs turned loose in a cornfield. Do pigs eat corn off the stalk? Heck, I dunno. We done et and et lots. Now it's Tuesday. The turkey-eating gentiles (of which I am one) have dragged their butts to and from work already. I was still looking for the work. There was none to be had. Better luck next time, right? Okay...let's just have a haiku tonight: =================================== We left our sorrows Floating in a gravy boat Face down in the fat ==================================== Yepper...that'll do. Nothing like taters and gravy to make a soul feel fed. I shall dream of turkey again...ahhh... G'night!

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/10/2009 10:02:15 AM
Hey, I found a little time. It was right here this morning, just lying on the floor with the cat. Cats always seem to find time. Breathing and I are off and running (literally) in the next little bit. The Kelowna half-marathon calls to us and begs us to pick up the race packages. We must obey. Before I go, let's have a little haiku: ========================================== Kootenay weather There's hot and cold running sun No Saskabush wind =========================================== There we be. See yer Monday!

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/9/2009 11:00:24 PM
Howdy do. Nice, cool evening here in Nelson-town. No snow yet, but there are rumours there's some in the higher elevations. None here in the "bananna belt" by the lake. No worries. Snow is snow. It ain't nothing like Saskabush was. Hi Trulio! I never knew that about the billies. Though, Breathing is milkless and won't run the risk of being soured by my presence. Good thing, too. We have a half-marathon to run on Sunday. Might be a chilly 7:00 am start, too. Brrr. Okay...bed soon. Howzabout a quickie haiku? ========================================= Thanksgiving weekend Oh, so many young turkeys Cut down in their prime ========================================= Later, eh? We shall return after the run is done and the turkey is digested. G'night!

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/8/2009 9:05:54 PM
Hello all. Heh...I heard it snowed in Saskatoon today. Heh. The weather here was just lovely today, the mist hung around the lake for some of the morning. Lovely...ahh... Hi Om! Thanks, eh? I shower a lot because I'm prone to reeking...I have to fit in with this society now. No more steeeenky goatsmell...unless its a weekend. Well, let's just have a haiku tonight...let's see: ======================================= The scent, classified A describable odour: Beef vegetable soup ======================================= Armpits in a can. Sniff it up. G'night!

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/7/2009 7:47:28 PM
Howdy-do.... Man, has it been a long day. We did survive it though -- just in time to turn in for the night. Hi Om! Breathing can really spark some thoughts, can't she? You should see her in action...she's awe-inspiring. Hope you slept well there. Okay...just a quickie for me tonight: ==================================== Shake Well Shakeable faith Rattles and rolls Like a stone in a cup Doinking about To the heavy beat Of George Thoroughgood. ===================================== There we be. Let's get to the showers! G'night!

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/6/2009 6:52:43 PM
Ah, she's good..isn't she? As for me...just a haiku tonight: =================================== I need gripe water Because I like to complain It is now a sport ===================================== Lawd! Bring us work! Oh LAWD!! There, how's that? Whiney, eh? Heh. G'night!

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/5/2009 9:24:31 PM
Hello all. Time fer a little somethin' somethin'.... Hi Pickles! Breathing and I are still doing fine here, though the unemployment thing haunts me from time to time. At weird hours, I get this crazy anxious feeling and feel I have to 80 things at once to "get things right". Strange. Oh, the 3.14? It's a Pi thing...it just kind of came to me that afternoon. Hi Om! Yep, Pickles was right the lake is a flatness worth being here for. Today there was a nice wind that lapped up some whitecaps on the surface. It almost looked like the ocean out there, roiling and toiling away...ahh... Hey Trulio! Hope you found that cell phone...I didn't call. It's pretty late and I reckon you're winding down for the day. Besides, we're trundling off to sleep pretty soon here. Dunno when the world will improve its fertility rate...I'm thinking it's already fertile enough, eh? Okay...a haiku? Let's see what I have: ========================================= Time gets elastic Sunday, Monday...all the same Living with the ghost ========================================= The ghost of unemployment...oooooooOOOOooooo! Yeah, I know -- get over it, man. I'm working on it. G'night, eh?

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/4/2009 4:49:30 PM
Howdy-do! Well, I promised the Book of Goat would be dusted off and cracked open some day -- this looks like the day. 'Twas a fine Sunday here with my Breathing-gal. We ran along the highway, solidified future plans and got things rolling. Things're going to be good...I can feels it. Okay...here's the latest Sunday sermon, fresh from the bottom of the barrel: ======================================================== Pslam 3.14 – The Book of Goat Thy Lard hath had a few rough weeks Sure, He didst escape from Saskabush And all its wicked ways But He found He took a lot of baggage With Him You know… Dumb and bulky things like Anxiety Fear Mild depression A sprained ankle (Well, that last one was an accident) These things weighed so much And didn’t contribute to Thy Lard’s search for work (Only less-qualified deities have to do this, like Thy Lard) For they were frigging heavy Yet strangely difficult to put down For these things were ingrained in His habits And ego What strange things an ego does to a person, eh? What odd habits it sets up for itself This ego To make it feel like it’s really real But it’s not Truly, Thy Lard hath been born again With this move And He knows what that sounds like (…sorry…) And Thy Lard promiseth He won’t get Too evangelical and Too much in yer faces With the powuh of the skuh-huh-rip-i-chures! Thy Lard will just leave thee with one little thingie: In order to be born again Thee must die first And that ego can die hard That’s what Thy Lard’s move brought him Through one place and into another Quite literally Quite emotionally Quite extraordinarly This is home Let the games commence Amen =========================================== Okay...off to feed my face sometime. First, some tea and some time with the PC. Later, eh?

Goatsmell

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The Poetry Barn and Eatery Posted: 10/3/2009 8:36:38 PM
Hello all. Another day in paradise here...Saturdays are wonderful in Nelson. Sorry I missed saying hello to Brizo -- I was falling asleep at the keyboard last night. Yes, we did manage to settle in though the spectre of unemployment haunts me at odd times. Breathing is doing much better at this than I am....she's a powerhouse. And, Om...he says he has cheese. Nuh-uh...he is dairy free. Howdy Om! The gerbil has short legs, so it takes him a while to get up to speed. Mine's still warming up, but he's darn near ready to go. They do have Legions in Saskabush and God knows what they'll do when the vets are gone -- there's barely any people there right now, let alone who's left after 20 years. Yep, Saskawheat is flat in so many ways... Say, let's see what's happening in some half-arsed poetical nonsense tonight... ====================================== Flavoured Water Flat in all directions The wind pushed us out Waaay out west, smack! Into a mountainside By a lake Where time doesn't stretch Out long In tired ways We no longer watch 59 seconds Groan into a minute ===================================== Dunno what that was, but I guess I'll keep it. Best hit the sheets...g'night!

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