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About remostrainbarn

Still wondering who Remo Topper is? You've come to the right place. I'll tell you this much: Remo is not human. He's a turtle. To sum it up with humor, Remo is a billionaire farmer turtle who writes kiddie poetry, and lives at either one of two trainbarns in NYC. One barn being on the West Side of Manhattan, the other near Coney Island, NY. Now that we have gotten this far... The guy who is sitting here typing this? Yeah...he's human. Montgomery is a guy who enjoys his shiny computer stuff and drinks good-quality coffee by the gallon. Usually staying up till the wee hours of morning, you'll find Montgomery voraciously ingesting sections of the NY Times, between gym visits, kayaking, and dreaming of a comfy sleeping bag. His favorite show: The Big Comfy Couch. Montgomery's musical love is country bluegrass and jazz.

Matilda & Rue: Big Red House On The River Moo

Drip. Drip. Drip.
A spout that leaks.
Tip. Tip. Tip.
A floor that creaks.

One & one.
Try being two.
Make up our old sisters,
Matilda & Rue.

Who might have thought,
Two trouble a mouse.
With these sisters
In their big red house.

So…slipped our mouse.
Down ten wooden stairs.
Taking along with him,
Two Dancing Suit Chairs.

All could not stop.
Flying right for the Spout!
With Matilda & Rue
looking surprised about…
Two Dancing Suit Chairs.
A brave, falling mouse.
Drippity. Drip. Drip.

“BOOOOOOOOO!!!” went the Spout.

“Rue!” cried Matilda.
“The water won’t stop!”

“Oh, no!” went Rue.
“If you can’t swim…then hop!”

Now,

Four all in water.
Quite tall to their tummies.
Add on two more
With our Sailing Dust Bunnies.
Standing on top of a blue velvet couch.
UP went the water!
With no where to slouch.

Not even a corner.
Not even the mouse.
Not even Matilda.
In Rue’s red house…
Could stop the cow’s MOOOOOOing.
All milk they made!
UP went the river.

As the red house sailed way…

It sailed past a city.

It sailed past a town.

It sailed past the Circus Boat King Fish Clown.

It sailed for a day.

It sailed until morning.

The big red house sailing until…

The sun began yawning.

“Oh, look at this,” said Matilda to Rue.
“The sun is drying our River of Moo.”

“Well,” went Rue.
“No boo to that. Next time I’ll bring my sailing house hat.”

C-2012

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The Short Tummy Yummy | Authspot

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Posted by on 08/24/2012 in The word roll

 

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Posted by on 08/21/2012 in The word roll

 

“Oz? What Is Happening Out There?”

I am happily reminded of a movie seen some years ago:
Innerspace, starring Dennis Quaid, a fighter pilot on a “miniature” mission inside the body of Martin Short, a nervous recipient.
This movie takes the cake.
And why is this?
Isn’t this supposed to be a trainbarn, where short and sweet kid’s writing is produced? Oh, quite certain we are confident and loving our name.
So…what is with the movie?
All has to do with writing itself.
In Innerspace, Quaid’s character was thrust into a strange-changing world, inside the body of a stranger, observing changes all the time. In his capsule he sat there communicating with the outside world. And from the movie-go perspective; it looked like he was having quite a good time: the little keyboard in front of him, the video screens, one episode of Sam’s “Twistin'” in his living room, while floating in the blood of his new companion. Like writing these days: solitary time. Your video screens. Music. Feet kicked back on the console, while doing pre-flight checks of all your creative systems.
“Oz? Is it all good out there?”
The top Wordkeeper on mission @ remostrainbarn. This is the way it feels. A legacy flowing through time spent creating behind the monitor and off (still can’t shake that pen-to-paper weight ratio, with paper blazing as main creative fuel:)
Behind the controls of one’s own destiny. Floating in a world where everything inspires. Rejection is no longer a powerful tool, designed to keep the best hid in a corner.
There you are.
And here we are. So connected with our themes, sharing vital nutrients in the body of writing, one does
not exist alone.
Inspiration is always in live, open sight. Mere fingertips away. We’re all branched. Tunneled in the core of amazing time.
The exploration through these creative spaces is vastly unlimited.
Take a moment and see how we all are sitting in the theater watching Innerspace.
The Everything Good future is here.
Quaid’s capsule gave him the adventure of a lifetime.
Always believe:
You’ve got the best seat in the house.

🙂

 
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Posted by on 07/30/2012 in The word roll

 

The Sobb Lynns

We Sobb Lynns are creatures!
We live in all books!
As page-eating critter jitters.
With word-pulling hooks.

We’ll cry if not fed.
Our prized winning stew…
This favorite dish.
Maybe one batch or two.

Scores of us howl,
“MORE PAGES TO EAT!”
When meal time finds us never too beat.

“MORE EACH HOUR!”
Yell Fracke and Goode—
As Sobb Lynn leaders
who not alone have stood.
Loudly in ‘scripts from Frost to Twain,
Discovered page-eating…
As quite a pain.

Call me Page Drifting.
My friend, CommaTale Crooks.
Hunts with Great Paper Caper,
and Bob Sifting Hooks.
We’ll eat and then go.
So,
off
I
send.
A message from Sobb Lynn others.
To our friends:

Think about us.
Every word you see.
Is Sobb Lynn meal time ready-to-be.

Rhymed and hooted.
Then we’ll catch.

Another one looted!
WUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRPPP!
Our word fillin’ batch.

C-2012M.D.

 
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Posted by on 05/25/2012 in The word roll

 

G. Wonder I: First Catch of Chocolate Moonlight

Every star falling?
From out of the sky!
Who catches them?
None…
But G. Wonder I.

Live at Far’s River.
Beyond Milky Way South.
Warm, never hungry.
In my candy made house.
Made of Moon Pies and Pluto Root Filling,
Syrup Star Bricks line checkered cloths spilling.
My special float soda.
Oh, Heaven’s Delight!
Milled by chewy stacks of chocolate moonlight.

When Summer rings.
A harvest she sings.
A rainbow true to these sweet, starlight things!
I’ve got a flying, Land Chuckle Ship Dove!
Let’s zoooooom out of Wonder’s Space Factory above!
We’ve filled her to brim.
She’s powered by spice,
Cinnamon Rain and Angel Cake Rice.
Landing outside.
@ Middle of Night.
Only at dark.
Out of sight!

Better than Who?
It’s my sweet visit.
Knocking on door.
You may ask,
“Who is it?”

You cannot tell.
Just who I really are.
Bringing such treats from so very far.

Oh, such a wonder!
A sweet catch.
Made from the best of G. Wonder’s batch.
Mouth-watering goodness.
You don’t have to buy.
All from falling stars.
And me…
G. Wonder I.

copyright-2012-M.D.

 
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Posted by on 04/20/2012 in The word roll

 

Short Pop Fizzy

Great Pop Fizzies!
You don’t chop stew.
While swimming in
rivers of Noodle Pie Moo…

Now,
a
fish
I wish.
Is a fish—
one to swim.
Dancing I wish as he tangoes on in.
Into those Fizzies.
Not of chopped stew.
But,
no
fish
can
swim.
While in a canoe.

He don’t need a boat.
A canoe to row?
A fish for sakes even.
Just swims with the flow.

Like a good fish.
You’ll swim in the ocean.
Not needing Fizzies or
row-noodle potion.

We’ll give you water.
Through and through.
Now,
you’re
a
good
fish.
Swim deep and blue!

Copyright–2012–M.D.

 
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