willowed cables entwined
confident in the bind
strait and narrow, strong
slight curve at the hilt
meeting emotion
with a halt
holding decision
above impulse
strong, wise and steady
grounded by design
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Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Art by: Toujours
No Contest
even if no one gets me, if i'm the only one laughing at my jokes, i won't hide myself away from life. it's uncertain and it's dirty and it's fucking exciting, and i want to be a part of all of it.
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
it's too good to waste in hiding.
toujours
February, 21, 2009 1:27 AM
heart full
Today on my way home from class, I stopped off at the petrol station for some petrol. I paid on my card which wasn’t a lot, and then as I was getting into my car, I saw an old man walking past the building. He had a red and green stripy jumper which was frayed at the ends. He was also wearing some jeans that were dirty and had holes all over.
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
I sat there and became intrigued by him because I didn’t know what he was doing, so as I sat there and watched him, he continued doing what he set out to do.
He walked past the trash cans and first picked out a cup with some drink still in it (one of the cups that you get from burger king that has coke in it). He then walked over to the next trash can and pulled out the end of a half eaten sandwich. In my shock horror, he ate it and then went to sit on the wall to drink the drink he had found.
I felt sad, I wanted to give him my last $4 that I had but I was told when I was younger that you should never give people money, you should give them something they need or can use because that way, if they had an addiction, they would not be able to use the money for their addiction. So I went into the shop and bought a chicken sandwich from their deli counter and then walked out of the building.
The guy was still sat at the wall drinking his drink so I walked up to him and asked him if he would like this sandwich. He thanked me and said that he was hungry.
I should of felt good after that, doing something for someone else but all I could think of is where his next meal will come from or where in fact he will sleep tonight.
Fimble Star
September 30, 2008 8:08 PM
(Tonight, although I am cold and my feet are sore, my belly is full.)
It helped.
Jennicula,
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Thank you for sharing your story. Although it only appeared briefly, I was lucky enough to have caught it.
Once upon a time, for me, that was the best part of this place...having my words related back to me from another's perspective.
And it never mattered to me who said it, just that it meant something to the writer.
Blog header image by: Anima
I would like to credit the photographer and thank her for sharing her work.
something
Don't let anyone tell you how to live your life. Hold your head up high and be proud of who you are. If you've had a shitty day and you feel like people just don't want you to be happy, and when you find yourself struggling to make it through the day, just keep on believing and keep the faith. Also, from personal experience, don't push people away. When they say they want to help and that they are there for you, let them in. Believe me, I know how fucking scary that thought is, but don't shut others out.
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
paperheartxx
September 22, 2008 11:07 PM
Retro-spectacled
Sometimes, when you look back on stuff in your life, you know, the crap that makes you shake your head and say, "Holy shit, what the Hell was I thinking?" it's part of what makes you - you.
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
I'm not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. I have made small mistakes and really big, fucking scary mistakes. Would I change those mistakes and blunders?
No. Wanna know why?
Because they make me - me. They help make up the person that I am, what I've learned the hard way. Hopefully I've learned from my mistakes and have become a better person for it. And, hopefully I don't repeat those same mistakes. Although, sometimes I repeat variations of certain ones, but I'm working on that. :)
Jennicula
June 11, 2008 11:19 AM
aloft
Blazing against the sun
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
like locusts,
samaras swarm the sky
and skitter to an earthly end,
dry
like clever words.
I want to make them fly up,
flip heaven upside down
and dance across the top of hell
and sing your thoughts
to the sound of thunder
that you love so well,
rip open the littered sky
and bathe in the light
or draw across the firmament
the blanket of the night.
In only a day they have
covered the ground,
their brief flight
yielding nothing permanent
on infertile land,
a fleeting moment of swarming glory
that calls to mind our own
short story:
Diamonds and petals,
the loom and the light,
the inkdark moon, foxfire marsh,
an open, waiting hand.
Clever winged seeds
of childhood reminiscent--
and like the idiot grown-up heart,
as stubbornly indehiscent.
Weaver Girl
May 26, 2008 11:27 PM
Electric Blue
…today I saw a ulysses butterfly it was in our yard and settled to feed on our hibiscus. They really are fantastically beautiful things, the electric blue is amazing, however as they sit with their wings closed they are rather nondescript and dull. Sometimes people are like that, from the outside they seem unappealing but within there hides an amazing beauty for those lucky enough to see it. I hope you appreciate beauty in all things, and look for it perhaps where others miss it.
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
ergoproxy
April 29, 2008 4:45 AM
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL.
I read your post again and suddenly without warning memories of construction paper filled my head. I remembered all the lop-sided flowers my girls made when they were young. Bright blue, yellow and pink flowers that were cut out with blunt end scissors would fill the windows to decorate for Easter. An occasional bunny was attempted but those usually ended up looking like creatures from a horror movie. Flowers were so much easier. I can close my eyes and hear the paper being cut into petals. I can smell the Elmer’s glue squirted on in huge blobs to attach each misshapen petal to form the flowers. We had a huge arts and crafts box full of wonderful items just waiting for their imaginations to turn into something wonderful. In my mind I see my daughters, as they once were, small, blond little girls sitting on the floor surrounded by scraps of paper and other art supplies. They would create their masterpieces then proudly show each other. Oh and Lord the messes that would ensue if the glitter made an appearance. Now, the box is forgotten. I’m not really sure where it even is anymore. The few flowers so lovingly created that survived are faded and dusty and high on a shelf they sit. Time marches on, so many things get left behind.
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
Today was the first Easter I spent alone. I don’t think it really upset me until I remembered the construction paper flowers. Of course I understand that my daughters are growing up and have lives of their own. But understanding doesn’t make it any easier to accept. I miss my little girls in their frilly Easter dresses. I miss the laughter that filled the house when they found what the Easter Bunny left for them. And I miss making the damn flowers.
Elena
March 24, 2008 3:57 AM
From the corner.
I wonder if you noticed
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Sdock10
March 13, 2008 11:36 PM
Thank You. Truly.
"This little world has grown around us, out of nothing, and it is a remarkable thing. Even the dark and dirty parts, the violent parts. Humanity will not thrive without passion."
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Redrum
March 1, 2008 3:13 AM
Uncondensed
Your words are what give value to this space.
Never do that again.
Yes, I am aware.
Character Advocacy.
"Don't ever pretend to be something you're not. You are who you are, and no one can change that. The people who don't like the real you are just gonna have to suck it. Don't take shit from anyone. Don't crumble. Throw a few birds, and walk on.
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
I'm still trying to do this, so maybe we can work on it together."
mustardisbetter
January 16, 2008 4:48 PM
Art by: Toujours
“I decided to stop pitying myself. Other than my eye, two things aren't paralyzed, my imagination and my memory.”
Jean-Dominique Bauby
Jean-Dominique Bauby
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«Oldest ‹Older 401 – 600 of 2315 Newer› Newest»I've got a maybe an hour
or so to play this game.
In the meantime, engage me:
GET THEE (all) TO AIM.
For on AIM
The Enter button is my foe
Poetry would not work
Not even for good ole Poe
hello Fs
Oh fuck
this is really just my luck
but I will give it a try
Even though I am shy
wow this really did suck
at night we retire
to the place we require
the soft, comfy sheets
that makes us complete
to sleep all night
will be our delight
to dream happy thoughts
about our bert of course
arghhhhhhhh love it martha. great.
i like this. i suck at rhyming but its fun
Is any one out there or did I scare you all away with my crappy poem
We all knew we were beautiful
totally hot and slammin'
But the who the hell knew
we were all so fucking talented
Muahahah!
im hetero hardcore but kaps poetry makes me wanna go lesbian
hello people
sisM good to see you back!
Ray is about as much use in a fight as a chocolate teapot, you just see him running around with a drink in his hand.
he's a lover not a fighter
Their poetry makes
but a small part of day
so shut the heck up anon,
let them play.
Love you girls. Catch you later.
FS you are still here.
Thank you
Snap! The page turns
a new leaf,
in mad posting fever
and the number one spot goes,
OH YEAH! to the Weaver!
So
Lennon! My hero,
my sarcastic crush!
Splash has made a request
that I don't want to rush.
good evening, everyone.
hello, mayo.
i hoped i would find a new post, and new words to carry around until my next trip to blogbelieve. i've just finished reading through all the comments, and it's interesting to read everyone's take on this poem of yours. mine is a bit different.
i'm not sure of your true meaning, but i have to tell you that i needed these words today.
(if you were in front of me right now, i'd be scowling at you for making me cry in the library. thankyousoverymuch.) it's been one of those days, you know, emptied out of everything but the sharp feelings. so, to me, this poem, these words, they are the words of a friend, words of reassurance.
thank you again for the gift of your words, mayo.
so much.
Anon, its because they want their lover mayo all to themselves.
if you want a good lay
get down in some hay
scream a big fuck
at the big bloke, chuck
I did not know I had it in me
To release the words within
They've been sheltered for eternity
Perhaps (or perhaps not) this is their day
Hello ep
Hi everyone!
I have little time tonight, so i am just going to say a few things and then I'm off.
I miss all of you so much, i miss the chats, the gossip, the jokes, the laughs, the games we use to play.
I wake up, and want to check to see what has been going on, but no time, i try to get home at a decent hour so i can join in, and i am so tired and sleepy i just tell myself i will tomorrow, and tomorrow turns into days or weeks.
You all have become like family, i care about you, i worry about you, and most of all i miss you.
So until i get a few well earned moments to spend with you, keep me in your thoughts as i do all of you.
Mayo, I miss you a bit, ok a little, ok ok alot!!
As to your post, looks to me like you left off the first part of every line you wrote, or i may be blond and just don't get it.
One part did have me thinking you might be fucking around corners.. i wonder what part of the post could possibly make me think that....lol
Hugs to you all!!!!
PJ
mayo
mayo
he is our man
if anyone wants him
then go fuck a ham
anon, seriously we all want mayo, we all have chicken butties and we all want to smoother mayo on it. mmmmmm tasty.
join in and have fun. rhyme a little. passes the time away
*waves to everyone*
pj, missed you. where you been
There once was a girl from Nantucket...
TJ!!!!!!!!!!!!
hello!!
hi MJ
RW I was sooooo thinking of doing that!!
Hello tj how are you?
i am all out.
rw, can you comeplete that one please
*jumps on rw head*
Hello Pj good to see you. I hope you have more time next time
HAHAHA! Snap, EP! ;D
rw, can you comeplete that one please
*jumps on rw head*
Certainly not, madam! You're far too innocent for saucy rhymes like that! *flails at FS on her head*
As I listen
I wonder how they do it
It seems to come so easily
The words, they seem so fluid
Where have you all gone
Damn, how is it so late already?
I have been working on this damn outlook/avg problem for way too long. I have looked into every forum and I'm tired of it. Sick and tired. ^_^
I'm about to enter into a forum. This is a first.
I would much rather be here. :(
Wish me luck.
you know a chocolate teapot reminds me of Arms and the Man by G B Shaw and the chocolate cream soldier, that is my favourite play.
don't worry about me, off in a world of my own....
A forum, Anima? Have fun!
Good luck anima
Mmmm, chocolate...
Mayo,
Versatile by nature?
-A
hi ergo, hi martha. :)
sorry about the time-lapse response -- i've been writing a happy birthday email to my older sister, it's her day tomorrow.
how are things going?
I said 'damn' and 'forum' twice. Fuck.
WG, I'm gonna try to get on AIM in a bit.
I'm watching the Simpson's right now RW
Hello amy how are you?
Some say Mayo is Mr. Way
And if he were that would be okay.
But most of us here like Mayo more
Not knowing who's standing behind the door.
Care and concern are what brought us here
But now we stay for ones we hold dear.
Ooo, Anon. You got it going on.
I'm good thanks TJ.
off to Brisbane for the weekend tomorrow!! yay!!
which forum anima?- I go on about 5 at times.
how are you today MJ? love the jokes
hi/bye PJ
I've never been a big Simpsons fan, MJ. I prefer Invader Zim, myself.
guys
hello to people who came in and bye to people who went
i am going to. i may lurk for a little then have an earlish night.
nighty night guys have fun
mayo - were you in a blah mood today? do we not float your boat with our topics of conversation anymore? you posted, then you comment to clear a question up and then left. not even a friendly hello. oh well, maybe you had your head in a rather dark smelly place at the time ;)
ss - seriously dude. hope you are well and i hope you are having fun. remember that if you are ever naughty, just claim you are innocent. thats what the maggot infested carcus does on a daily basis but i am never naughty. always innocent ;) take care mate and have a good one.
nighty night guys, sweet dreams
i will be watching 0_0
xxx
'Nighty night, FS! :)
but i am never naughty. always innocent
0_0
Goodnight Fs. Rw I have heard of Invader zim never watched it.
goodnight fimble sweet dreams1
I bid thee good evening.
Salute monsieur. Shall we bow amongst shady figures?
I propose a couch to manifest our prosper linger.
May we share a smoke?
Dabble in clothed vitals my love, before lashes flutter a void.
I'm... so frigging... ITCHY!!
-A
*passes amyranth calamine lotion*
why are you itchy?
and apart from that how are you?
Sucks, A! Is it because of the weather?
Mayo-
You were strong and you did what you felt you had to do. I hope there's someone in your life who knows why you made those decisions. What you did wasn't easy, and it must've hurt like hell. Take comfort in knowing you put someone else first.
Crease remarks allow such delicate force.
Listen softly. Oh, so hoarse.
For ep
Three Bees
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There were these three bees trapped in a hive. The first one went up to the third bee and asked doeshe know how to get out of the beehive. The third bee said, “Suck my dick and I'll tell you.” So the first bee did what he was told to do. After he was done the third bee told the first bee, “Fly all the way up and hit the top as hard as you can.” So the first bee did it. He died when his head hit the beehive.
Then the second bee went up to the third one and asked, “How do I get out of here?” “Suck my dick and I'll tell you,” said the third bee. So the second one did the same as the first one did. After he was done the third bee said, “Fly up fast as you can and hit the top of the beehive hard as you can two times.” So the second bee flew up as hard as he could and hit his head on the hard beehive wall. He died in a heart beat. How do you think the third one got out? Suck my dick and I'll tell you.
Ergo, it's these new work pants. They are some atrocious fabric blend, and I'm about ready to burn them.
RW, the weather isn't too bad on my skin, just the occasional dry patch, thankfully. How's yours?
-A
HAHAHA, MJ!!
MJ
hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
amyranth - itchy fabric is the pits!!
you can try putting moisturiser on your legs or wearing tights, like the lycra type but burning them would be satisfying I'm sure!
RW, the weather isn't too bad on my skin, just the occasional dry patch, thankfully. How's yours?
Practically scaly :/ Thank the gods for oily bath bombs!
Still trying to get access to the techy forum so I can post my question. 'effers.
Ummm and I'm distracted by 'The Crow'...randomly on one of the primetime stations. I adore this movie. And the soundtrack...pretty damn awesome.
Heavenly Reward
Three guys died and when they got to the pearly gates, St. Peter met them there.
St. Peter said, "I know that you guys are forgiven because you're here. But before I let you into heaven, I have to ask you a couple of questions. Make sure you tell the truth because if you don't, we'll have to ask you to visit the beast below. Your answers will also determine what kind of car you will get. You have to have a car here in heaven because it is so huge!"
St. Peter asked the first man, "How long were you married?"
The guy replied, "24 years."
St. Peter then asked, "Did you ever cheat on your wife?"
The guy said, "Yeah, about 10 times... but you said I was forgiven."
Peter said, "Yes, but that's not too good. Here's a Pinto for you to drive."
The second guy got the same questions from Peter to which he replied, "I was married for 41 years and cheated on her only once, but that was during our first year and we worked it out. I was faithful thereafter."
Peter said, "I'm pleased to hear that. Here's a Mercedes SUV for you to drive."
The third guy said, "Peter, I know what you're going to ask. I was married for 63 years and didn't even look at another woman! I treated my wife like a queen!"
Peter said, "Now that's what I like to hear! Here's a Jaguar for you to drive."
A little while later, the two guys with the Lincoln and the Pinto saw the guy with the Jaguar crying on the golden sidewalk, so they went to see what was the matter. When they asked him what was wrong he tearily said, "I just saw my wife and she was on a skateboard!"
Good one, MJ!
Amy what is your question? And have you tried washing the pants it maybe the chemicals in them that are making you itch.
RW, do you use loofahs at all? I find they help. Them and some tea tree oil soap.
-A
You're right MJ, I haven't actually washed them yet, but I DID have a pair before that drove me NUTS.
-A
Dentist
A lady walked into a dentist's office, took off all her clothes, and spread her legs. The dentist said, ''I think you have the wrong room.''
''You put in my husband's teeth last week," the lady said. "Now you have to remove them."
hahahahahaha :)
Martha, no, I didn't want it to end that way. Total bummer. ;)
ok there is another hahahahaha for that joke about the dentist!
good ones MJ!!
*the 'heavenly' joke. not the 'dentist' joke.*
Actually, I'm not sure about the dentist joke. I'm slow...or "SLAW" as in Princess' case. Awwww, Princess if you are lurking...you know I love you. ♥
gah it's raining and I have washing on the line, but now it's wet so I'm not sure whether to just leave it or go and get it!
maybe I'll go and get "some" of it
(important bits)
Thank you anima. I'm looking for more
RW, do you use loofahs at all? I find they help. Them and some tea tree oil soap.
i don't have a lofah, but I have a natural bristle brush that you dry-brush yourself with before you bathe. It helps, but you have to remember not to over-do it or you end up looking like you have a sunburn!
I've never used tea tree oil soap. I shall try it. Ta! :)
OHHHH, I get it. DING!
I'm imagining an old lady and it's not pleasant.
Thanks Martha. ^_^
It's my bed time. Have fun, guys :)
Chat later!
Yeah I was thinking of an old lady as well.
Goodnight RW
Anima,
I ♥ you, too. ^_~
Ergo, you have a line? I love that. I had one before, but it is a no go in the winter. But the best thing was when I lived in San Diego and my washer/dryer was located on the outside patio w/in a closet thingy.
Fuck. Did I just revert back to the appliance talk?
Mustard,
Thank you for sharing that with us. You are an amazing person and an amazing writer.
i've only got about a half-hour left...
anyway, don't know if anyone cares but i thought this was kind of neat -- at work, some of the documents we're prepping and scanning (i'm on the scanner now, btw. more fun because i get to be on a computer. it's surprising how much that makes a difference. i never thought i'd turn into a tech geek, but go figure.) go back to the 70's. they're photcopies of memiographs, and now they've been scanned and are online.
i wonder what the next form they'll take will be? :)
gosh mustard that is great but sounds really painful
you've captured a lot in those few stanzas.
But you CAN be
Goodnight RW sweet dreams
urgh. photocopies, of course.
Oh dear host, we're sure
we know who is not you
and regarding your post
in AIM we kinda got you.
It was Mummy K who earlier
planted the seed
and later it made sense,
we sorta agreed:
a binding, said Solly,
spelling it out,
not rushed, not impulsive,
but grounded, thought out.
A dichotomy here,
similarity opposing,
your thoughts on the two
you've composed, we're supposing.
A thought, perhaps wistful
on where fools tend to rush in
is the base of our little
online discussion
in the end we all wish
something similar has found you
your own cables entwined and
the same design will ground you.
I'll Broke That Stock, Nudge, Nudge
There was once a stockbroker who had made a ton of money off the stock market and decided to retire to a ranch in Montana. One day he was out in his front yard planting some flowers when he sees dirt flying up behind a truck. The truck pulls into his driveway and a famer gets out of his truck.
"Hi, my name is Bob. I'm your neighbor. I live about five miles away and I came to invite you to a party I am having tonight."
"What kind of a party is it?" asks the stockbroker.
"Oh, we're going to do a little dancing, a little fighting, a little eating, little drinking, and a little screwing."
"That sounds great,' said the stockbroker. "What should I wear?"
"I don't care," said Bob. "It's just gonna be the two of us."
wow TJ mimeographs! I remember them!, and when I started teaching we still used spirit duplicator and you'd get purple on your hands and used to get high from the smell.
All kids would pick up the paper and smell it!!
that's what I suspected too aimers
we made a school newspaper back in grade school, and it was on mimeograph.
i was writing the haikus and in charge of layout (which involved being bossy and telling people how to design their individual pages. heh).
Pearly Gates
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Three guys were at the Pearly Gates when Peter answered. He said there was one space open for someone. He asked them how they died.
"I came home one day and saw my wife in bed, naked. I looked all over the house and decided to check the balcony. I saw some fingers so I took a hammer and hit his fingers but a bush broke his fall so I took my fridge and threw it on him. But I felt so bad for killing a man that I killed myself."
"I was painting on the 37th floor, when I slipped and fell. I was holding on to a balcony, when some guy hit me on the fingers with a hammer so I fell, and then dropped a fridge on me."
"I was hiding innnocently in the fridge."
Mj you're picking good ones!
anima I have a clothesline , a hills hoist outside
best pic I could find quickly
plus some line strung up under our verandah for out of the weather drying
I honestly don't know how people cope without a clothesline, it wuould be so annoying to have to use a drier all the time, but for some it's unavoidable.
I seriously love you guys. Just thought you should know. :)
I need to run out for a sec. A tech friend is swinging by...I hope this doesn't take forever to fix.
Then dance with me
and I will set you free
to revel in repair
and if I may dare
I will keep you there.
oh, a sight to see.
Will you weave the light?
Later anima and thank you ep.
I'm going to stop the jokes for awhile. You know overkill and all
Others have said they have seen angels,
But I have seen thee
And thou art enough.
This is nice.
A glow so soft and yet, thou call?
Wretched thinkers' solace and embrace. Tuck away forbidden fruit.
I bite into thee.
my time's up.
see you guys later, i guess.
bye TJ I miss you!!
you're welcome MJ
catch you anima hope they can help
Now it's raining
It's pouring
The old man is snoring
Now I lay me down to sleep
I hear the sirens in the street
Soul meets soul on lover's lips.
have fun in brisbane, ergo. say hi to starbucks for me. ;)
mayo,
time to go, i'm afraid. not that i said anything much, or got to really chat to anyone much. but i got new words from you, so i guess it's okay that my cat has gone unfed and i'll be walking home in the dark.
it's a fair trade. *grin*
i hope you don't mind if i hang on to this poem maybe a bit too tightly. i hope you don't mind my interpretation of it.
i'm feeling so very ectoplasmic, you see. thinned right out and worn through.
but still, that silver spider's thread around my wrist. i can't see the other end, but no matter. it shines all the same.
take care of yourself, mayo. smile, and draw, and do little silly things, ok?
Such a soul to gallop apace
Stunned and mystified.
Where art thou to whisper addiction's lover?
Obsession
Ergo ....
Still no voice message....
I know elena!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm sorry I got called up to do some tutoring but she looked like death warmed up (possibly mono) so i was chatting with her mum then drove home, and we have no mobile service out here (I know sad isn't it!)
I PROMISE I'll do it as soon as I can - but it'll be tomorrow possibly now.
maybe you don't want to hear me speak!
Both robbed of air, we both lie in one ground,
Both whom one fire had burnt, one water drowned.
Goodnight tj
Tenuous and abstract an idea,
shattered through prisms
into sevens of colors, though
nothing faster or more constant
photons:
particles and waves
pulled prophesizing through,
and halfway there you realize
the duality is you.
Oh shit....hello elena I missed you there. How are you?
A Nocturnal Reverie
In such a night, when every louder wind
Is to its distant cavern safe confined;
And only gentle Zephyr fans his wings,
And lonely Philomel, still waking, sings;
Or from some tree, famed for the owl's delight,
She, hollowing clear, directs the wand'rer right:
In such a night, when passing clouds give place,
Or thinly veil the heav'ns' mysterious face;
When in some river, overhung with green,
The waving moon and trembling leaves are seen;
When freshened grass now bears itself upright,
And makes cool banks to pleasing rest invite,
Whence springs the woodbind, and the bramble-rose,
And where the sleepy cowslip sheltered grows;
Whilst now a paler hue the foxglove takes,
Yet checkers still with red the dusky brakes
When scattered glow-worms, but in twilight fine,
Shew trivial beauties watch their hour to shine;
Whilst Salisb'ry stands the test of every light,
In perfect charms, and perfect virtue bright:
When odors, which declined repelling day,
Through temp'rate air uninterrupted stray;
When darkened groves their softest shadows wear,
And falling waters we distinctly hear;
When through the gloom more venerable shows
Some ancient fabric, awful in repose,
While sunburnt hills their swarthy looks conceal,
And swelling haycocks thicken up the vale:
When the loosed horse now, as his pasture leads,
Comes slowly grazing through th' adjoining meads,
Whose stealing pace, and lengthened shade we fear,
Till torn-up forage in his teeth we hear:
When nibbling sheep at large pursue their food,
And unmolested kine rechew the cud;
When curlews cry beneath the village walls,
And to her straggling brood the partridge calls;
Their shortlived jubilee the creatures keep,
Which but endures, whilst tyrant man does sleep;
When a sedate content the spirit feels,
And no fierce light disturbs, whilst it reveals;
But silent musings urge the mind to seek
Something, too high for syllables to speak;
Till the free soul to a composedness charmed,
Finding the elements of rage disarmed,
O'er all below a solemn quiet grown,
Joys in th' inferior world, and thinks it like her own:
In such a night let me abroad remain,
Till morning breaks, and all's confused again;
Our cares, our toils, our clamors are renewed,
Or pleasures, seldom reached, again pursued.
A Moment In Passing
Mend a gander of what I shell out, my dear.
Your footing is withered, as such is your place. Perhaps a dagger between that wretched gaze.
Judgment shall fester a stand on moral ground.
Lets bid farewell or better yet, I take my leave
The woman is perfected.
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment.
Hello Martha.
I am fine. Thank you for asking. How are you?
Mayo,
I will try my best
to keep with the theme
of making words rhyme
before I drift off to dream.
I hope you are happy
loved and so well
And your day wasn't just good
it was pretty fucking swell.
My words are quite simple
I am not an over achiever
I am hoping if I keep writing
I'll be as good as The Weaver.
The way she spins words
is nothing short of magic
The shit that I write about
is quite pathetic and tragic.
I wonder if you noticed
all our friends playing
Some had never tried before
and the result was amazing.
Poems from the corner
from the left and right
We did our best to keep them flowing
Late into this night.
If nothing else was accomplished
I hope we made someone see
How truly beautiful and amazing
a poem can be.
Love to YOU Always,
S
p.s. From the corner.
I'm sorry I left,
Please don't feel bereft,
But I had to leave work for my home.
I've worked late all week,
Now I'm up the creek
And feel lame for creating this poem.
G'nite, everybody!
I'll be back tomorrow! ^__^
I'm well Elena
Body, remember not only how much you were loved,
not only the beds on which you lay,
but also those desires for you
that glowed plainly in the eyes,
and trembled in the voice—and some
chance obstacle made futile.
Now that all of them belong to the past,
it almost seems as if you had yielded
to those desires—how they glowed,
remember, in the eyes gazing at you;
how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body.
goodnight sdock
goodnight sisM so glad to hear from you again
Goodnight Sis m
Goodnight sd10
At Last
At last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life's early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close—at last—at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,—
But you, dear heart, you love me now.
Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,—
The marks where Time's remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,—
Though fled is every girlish grace
Might win or hold a lover's vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!
I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,—
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now!
much as I appreciate peotry I really perfer prose or one of the things I really enjoy reading are plays, I own all of Shakespeare and Shaw's, and I have books with scripts from Monty Python and The Goon Show.
Anyone else like reading scripts?
At last my love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
At last the skies above are blue
And my heart was wrapped up in clover
The night I looked at you
I found a dream that I can speak to
A dream that I could call my own
I found a thrill to press my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known
You smiled, and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
And you are mine at last
"At Last" - Ella Fitzgerald
Soul's Sonnet
As I watch the starlings settle
to bend the sapling lower,
Two branches touch down starting
to etch nature's poems in the sand.
Cryptic stanzas begin to form
the sonnet of my soul.
and poetry even!
Foreign
Bien que mon amor soit fou, ma raison calme les trop vives doleurs
de mon coeur en lui disant de patienter, et d'esperer toujours...
Mind your humble heart--
no, not your own,
but the one who's
the touchstone,
with the wisdom
she imparts:
who speaks
to YOU always.
She can weave the light
on a loom
yet the Weaver
still presumes
to own the night
and speaks
to you always.
Translation
Though my love is insane, my reason calms the pain in my heart. It tells me to be patient and keep hoping...
He Loves Me...He Loves Me Not
I love that movie.
What is it men in women do require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.
What is it women do in men require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.
In the shades of night, she hath made a loop
ah well see it's not night for me, the poetry is every "night" and I actually miss talking to people.
Reading is all well and good but I could get a book, it's the interaction I enjoy.
shame that's not really happening anymore
Yes, Ergo, I do miss the convos. Enjoy your book, my little wallaby lover.
carrie I'd rather talk!
Oh, duh, thought you said you were going to go read a book instead, see, that's what I get for skimming, which I have to do a lot of lately.
So what's up down under? Gah, bet you've never heard that before, huh?
Hello carrie how are you?
Ep what do you want to talk about?
Hey MJ! I am still two eppies behind on Torchwood, because I keep watching them while I'm talking to Entropy, and lose the plot. But you look real cute in them! :)
Hello everyone. Lovely poems(Yes, I meant that)
mayo
mayo
he is our man
if anyone wants him
then go fuck a ham
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Ha ha. Fimmy fim, this poem made me laugh :D
Thank you carrie next stop is the TARDIS
hello Bc how are you?
Someone is playing tricks with you
Who? What up with the tricks? Quick, pull a quarter out of my ear!
Mayo:
It seems it's time for this day to draw to a close, for you anyway.
For me, it will be the same tomorrow. I'm a creature of habit, everything based on the clock, never faltering. It will be like this tomorrow, the day after, and the day after, for eternity.
I wish the same thing for you tonight as I did this morning. I hope you're in good company, and I hope that your days are filled with joy. Even when they aren't, don't get discouraged.
There's always someone out there having the same day as you, someone having a day that's worse, and someone who couldn't even get out of bed to attempt it.
I'm sorry. I couldn't allow it to stay up there.
Goodnight, Mayo. Sleep peacefully.
SS:
I'm wishing you well, friend. Here's to believing, seeing, and listening. Loving, cherishing, and living. Making, mending, and moving on.
Here's to tomorrow and making it better than today.
Sleep well.
that's ok carrie
I'm baking some brownies at the moment, what are you up to?
Someone is always playing a trick on us.
Goodnight MIB
Hi Mj, Carrie, Ergo, anon.
Mj, I'm alright, just relaxed and tired and freshly showered.
How are you?
goodnight mustard
Mj I think you were one of the best doctors assistants nice n sassy
che cosa voi?
hi BC
!!
Sitting on my bum in the middle of the night tip tapping away to my invisible friends, that's what I'm up to. And mmm, the brownies smell good. I have to make some magic cookie bars tomorrow, but I cheated and got a mix. It's entertainment night at Annie's school, she's been practicing the recorder all week.
So, tonight.
We pulled tightly
around in an obvious
rhythm:
to circumscribe you,
though you fled
busy hands.
Shadows presumed to take
forms with vague names
today was the day of no greetings,
just mysterious games.
Well. The clever can play
even better, just the same.
For all of the throngs
of an en masse arrival
the Weaver acknowledges
one worthy rival*
a spinner though distant
still in a position
to tangle the threads
and demand recognition
For me: the challenge of
"go, on a dare"
or
"stop" because
it's unfair are each one cause
and the same in dealing out
that in words each one dwells
and I say,
"What I do is me,"
who cares who it offends and
and "to hell with you
and all your friends."
(To the wagging fingers and poetry thieves
I wear my defiance like dry silken sleeves.)
I still owe
some slow thought
to a friend in good will
a request yet to fulfill,
but that must be tomorrow,
not tonight,
when my humble words of
that prophet will alight.
*equal
Who? What up with the tricks? Quick, pull a quarter out of my ear!
hahaha
can they do balloon animals too?
Thank you Ep.
Bc I'm just sitting in my bed on my laptop
Hi Ergo ♥
I see the Italian anon is back.
oh I hope she plays well
the brownies are for a cake stall, we have local govt elections and a polling booth is at our school, they made $800 last time!
Yeah, whatever.
Cool, Ergo! I think she will do ok, she's been practicing her butt off all week, "toot, toot, toot."
Anon, what's wrong?
Lost is insane.
Oh wait, that could totally be interpreted a different way, Annie is not tooting out her butt, but rather on the recorder!
Hello entropy how are you?
I gave up on lost a long time ago.
Hi entropy
Hey KD, and BC if I haven't already said hi. And yeah, at this point, I'm waiting for Lost on dvd. I am so hopelessly behind.
Hello Kd how are you?
Hey MJ! I'm good. You?
Yeah, I'm still on Lost. It's been pretty crazy recently. JJ has the imagination of a tweaker.
But I did get into Torchwood 'cause of some crazy chick on here. So now it's all cool when I see your name!
Hey, BC and KD! How are you guys?
Hi Katherine. Entropy, I'm well, just tired, thanks for asking. Hope you're okay.
I'm good. But isn't Torchwood great. Have you seen Captain John yet?
entropy - yes lost is insane that's why so many love it, as do I!
gnothi - You made me laugh out loud - :) Its a pleasure meeting you.
sister midnite - its nice to meet you as well.
And in honor of the poetry group and the holiday a dirty Irish limerick (which I admit being partial to :) for all
An Argentine gaucho named Bruno said effing is one thing I do know
All women are fine
and sheep are divine,
but lamas are numero uno
:)
I so want a Captain John poster. but let's face it, it's Spike in a Black Parade jacket.
Katherine, I didn't know that. I didn't see the profile page yet, but thank you for letting me know.
Hi Miranth *hugs*
Hi entropy Lost lost me completely - can you just tell me what was under the island?
hello katherine how are you
KD I'm fine. Personally I gave up o Lost and Torchwood comes on on Saturday so I tape it and watch it later.
in the middle of the night, mostly, the magic of dvr.
hello miranth
KD I watch after dinner as noone is about on the blogs
Miranth hello how are you?
Gave up on lost. It started to piss me off.
I did see good ole Captain John. It was pretty coolio.
Miranth, yeah, you still gotta love the crazy that is Lost even with the crazy.
Ergo, it was a bunker with alot of items and a hot dude named Desmond.
Hi BC *hugs*
Are limerick's too dirty for Mayo's?
There once was a man from Dundass
whose balls were made out of brass
when he clanged them together
they played stormy weather
and lightening shot out of his ***
Damn, I actually remember these from college - my teacher was a folk singer in an Irish pub and we would visit him on Saturdays and he would sing raunchy limericks to us :D But that was a long time ago...
I maybe making a 3rd batch of brownies this week.
KD, that's true. You miss the first 20 minutes of the show and you have WTF?! face for the rest of the show.
I hope nothing is too dirty for Mayo. Than he wouldn't like my jokes
Miranth, just checked your profile and you're my homey!
Hi Martha!
I am good! How are you?
You shouldn't give up on lost, guys!!! If you rent the seasons you can catch up and lostpedia is really helpful for reference. Members of my family who never, ever watch tv are totally hooked because I watch it when they are around and they get sucked in.... They have started to remind ME when lost is about to start :) Seriously - its really good :)
Miranth have you seen Audition
oh miranth love that limerick!
KD sounds yummy!
MJ you sound like me, but I don't get to eat them!
MJ, I like your jokes
Sorry but lost has lost me because it got to stupid. Last time I watched it Sun was pregnant and they had just found the others
Thank you BC.
Ep everyone gets to eat them including me.
Oh, and Miranth, not stalking you bum, but I live in the thumb pit. The stinky part where Madonna was born, she has been on the fricking front page of the newspaper all week, for reals.
Hey homie! It looks like we will have a primary re-vote in the spring!!! I didn't think it was probable, but yeah. Mark your calendar :)
ergo glad you like it, here's another :
There once was a girl from varden
who was blowing this guy in a garden
when a voice from the bluff
said don't swallow that stuff
she said - Umph, I beg your pardon...
Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
in china they do it for chili
and here comes another verse that's worse that the other verse
and waltz me around by my willie
At least that's how I think it goes...
Martha - what's audition? sounds interesting.. Your jokes are very naughty, I seem to recall...
carrie - I live out toward Brighton way - far, far away from anything at all interesting, so I understand :)
I meant to say "your," not calling you a bum. Just got overly excited that someone from the same state is one here. :)
katherine,
the head writers of lost do official podcasts - and they ALWAYS sound like they're smoking something as they debrief fans on the prior episode, so yeah, I wouldn't be surprised :)
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