the three belles
today’s the day:
April’s bridal shower
but May’s jealous tears
rained out the wedding
if only she knew...
June blossoms
like a thorny red rose
beautiful and dangerous
the groom is intrigued...
oh drama before
summer solstice
the three belles
today’s the day:
April’s bridal shower
but May’s jealous tears
rained out the wedding
if only she knew...
June blossoms
like a thorny red rose
beautiful and dangerous
the groom is intrigued...
oh drama before
summer solstice
Last edited by Haunted; 05-11-2010 at 07:00 PM.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Tick tock , time is running out so get your entry in today!
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...
Spring
The tight wound
coil of green
Spring
Unfurls its fiddlehead
and spills a shower
of scented gems
"Remember, we are all in this alone." - Lilly Tomlin
Originally Posted by Haunted
Hey dear... Is this meant to be a sign????
Well love it.
thanks Mary!
no, not a sign at all. There's a girl at work called April and I have a friend called May. I guess you can say that they kinda inspired this.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
I don't care
If I win.
And that is why
I've already won.
And the lucky winner is: Violins, please
Haunted wonderful poetry
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...
Nice poem Haunted!
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. ~ Edgar Allan Poe
Good one Haunted
"Remember, we are all in this alone." - Lilly Tomlin
Lovely, Haunted. Just lovely.
"The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its' own reason for existing." ~ Albert Einstein
"Remember, no matter where you go, there you are." Buckaroo Bonzai "Some people say I done alright for a girl." Melanie Safka
thank you all, I'm soooo honored!! I"ll be back soon with new subject/theme/deadline, etc. Stay tuned.
In the spirit of things, Happy Spring, everyone!
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Great going, Haunted
ok guys, sorry for the delay. First off I want to thank Pendragon for seeing merit in my little poem among other wonderful entries...oh, and hiring 3 violinists for the announcement, Pen, that must have cost a fortune!
Once again, thanks everyone for the kind words, really really really appreciated it.
here's the next round...
subject: towel (I know, it's weird but humor me)
deadline: 6/22
have fun!
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Way to go baby.... Haunted knew you could do it. A big fat mwah to you angel.
Just a towel
that is all I'll need
To cover me in the cold
or to wipe my wounds
when I bleed
Soft terry cloth fabric
it is soothing to the touch
the edges are frayed, I fear
but useful when I begin to tear
Such security that it has brought
the worn fabric wrapped around
up against my face it is placed
the baby blue friend of mine
despite the laughs that abound
Just a towel
that is all I'll need
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
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