I am indeed male, though not clever at all, sorry.
The PAM is quick at editing, and is being so gracious in spending as much time on the LitNet as she has so far.
I am indeed male, though not clever at all, sorry.
The PAM is quick at editing, and is being so gracious in spending as much time on the LitNet as she has so far.
“As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame . . .”
Why disqualify the rush? I'm tabled. I'm tabled.
How did you know I spend so much time here? You are giving me the creeps..
And I don't edit as fast as I want to because our PC is the slowest in the planet-Pentium2 honey. Feel free to pity me.
I believe you are clever, The PAm, a very good HAiku artist..
PAM, PAM, PAM.
I guesstimated your time spent here - every time I get on LitNet it seems like I see either that you are on, or some of your posts, for some reason . . . .
The PAM makes the best of her subpar PC situation.
“As Kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame . . .”
Why disqualify the rush? I'm tabled. I'm tabled.
The PAM seems like a very nice person. Toni found a very good friend.
Got to go, Shout grace, my brother wants a go at the computer.
See you and your cleverness around!
PAM is a wonderful person and a nice sister to her sibling.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
Thank you very much, Virgil. I was supposed to log out seconds ago but I saw your name online.. This will be my last post-for the morning, anyway..
The PAM is very knowledgable in Literature and Toni wants to meet him in person to get his autograph. *wink*
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive!
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
the PAM seems to have a care free personality, I LOVE IT!! good on you
A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying in other words that he is wise today than yesterday - Alexander Pope
Conviction that is not under-girded by LOVE makes the possessor of that conviction obnoxious and the dogma possessed becomes repulsive - Ravi Zacharias.
Carefree? Ok! Thank you! Toni likes OZEED too! He seems like a good buddy..
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
put it ere, buddy 'ol pal.......
"the wonderful thing bout tiggers,
tiggers are wonderful things
their tops are made of rubbers
their bottoms are made of springs
they're bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, fun, fun, fun fun, fuuuuuuun
the wonderful thing about tiggers is that i'm the only one HEY!
thanks toni
the PAM loves haiku, and is really good
A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying in other words that he is wise today than yesterday - Alexander Pope
Conviction that is not under-girded by LOVE makes the possessor of that conviction obnoxious and the dogma possessed becomes repulsive - Ravi Zacharias.
Well, thanks, but not really. I'm trying my best to be better at HAIKU, though.
The PAm has good taste in clothes based on his photo.
Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions!
the whole boatload of sensitive
— Allen Ginsberg, Howl II.
I'll give the PAM a poem, a Pantoum.
CHOICES
The summer is past; no summer sun,
the days are growing cold.
The shadows of the evening,
they seem so dark and long.
The days are growing cold;
the frost is on the ground,
they seem so dark and long,
these shadows. They reach the soul!
The frost is on the ground,
painting the falling leaves.
These shadows—they reach the soul!
I must do something for relief!
Painting the fallen leaves
upon the frame of stretched canvas—
(I must do something for relief!)—
captures beauty in the silence.
Upon the frame of stretched canvas,
each leaf stands out in unique detail,
captures beauty in the silence.
So too, do I among my fellowmen.
Each leaf stands out in unique detail,
has characteristics of its own.
So too, do I among my fellowmen,
possess that which is mine, and mine alone!
“Has characteristics of its own.”
How those words describe my existence! I
Possess that which is mine, and mine alone!
Myself, My choices, My life!
How those words describe my existence! Ah,
the summer is past! The summer sun—
Myself, My choices, My life!
The shadows of the evening…
Jonathan Blade
© 1997
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
That was a completely beautiful poem you dedicated to my sis! Wish you've dedicated it to me too....
PAM is such an adorable and charming man. Really, no kidding there.
"You have enemies? Good. That means you’ve stood up for something, sometime in your life."
To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's" - Dostoevksy
Well, then, here's you a Pantoum. The Names Jonathan Blade and Raven Darkendale are my pseudonyms.
Questions #2
I am afraid that I will never understand life:
The many shadows of reality;
the distorted reflections from a thousand mirrors;
the same hymn played and sung in myriad combinations.
The many shadows of reality;
the shades of what might have been;
the same hymn played and sung in myriad combinations.
How does it all come together and form an individual?
“The shades of what might have been.”
Too often we place too much emphasis on
how does it all come together and form an individual?
Life is life, it cannot be more or less.
Too often we place too much emphasis on
the road behind, not the road ahead.
Life is life, it cannot be more or less
than making certain each moment counts.
The road behind, not the road ahead,
is the one forever barred to our footsteps. Anything less
than making certain each moment counts
is the only true waste of time.
The one forever barred to our footsteps, nothing less;
the distorted reflections from a thousand mirrors;
making certain each moment counts.
I am afraid that I will never understand life:
Raven Darkendale
© 2002
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
The PAM is such a great poet
"Americans should know the universe itself as a road, as many roads, as roads for traveling souls."
-Walt WhitmanThey have their worries, they’re counting the miles, they’re thinking about where to sleep tonight, how much money for gas, the weather, how they’ll get there—and all the time they’ll get there anyway, you see.
-Jack Kerouac
yes, pendragon, you really do write lovely poems.
the PAM TENDs toward niceness!
No day but today
-God is real, unless proclaimed integer-
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