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Home of the Porchies, the Sluts, those afflicted with Smaw Poese, the lonely bitter Hags, the Homie Ho's, the ubiquitous and somewhat cantankerous Unicorn, and anyone else who feels like an outcast from time to time.
Weaver Girl said:
At our backs the castle door,
others feel free to ignore
this extension of extended metaphor
On the porch swings where we sit,
quick of tongue and fleet of wit
games and poems to submit
Open books in open hands,
poetry from other lands,
lyrics from our favorite bands
A telling word, a single note,
and meaning in a random quote:
significance of what we wrote
Different cultures and aesthetic,
for this we're not apologetic!
We are just beyond poetic!
Killers, X Files, Broken Bride
never are these words denied,
here they often all collide
from the early light of dawn,
as we used to, still wait on
the random poetry anons
Jack White, movies, TBS,
have you wisdom to profess?
Here, the answer's always "Yes"
Here we play, by words transfixed,
Haiku and pop culture mixed,
nothing broken, nothing fixed
Here is truth and here's creation
joy and horror, pain, elation,
in a story, small salvation
And here is laughter, here we're free
to be whatever we may be
and though others may disagree,
we greet the castle, greet its lord
and do so of our own accord
and shun the frothing, rabid horde
Be it known I'd so much rather
read my friends and all their "blather,"
on the porch here, where we gather.
others feel free to ignore
this extension of extended metaphor
On the porch swings where we sit,
quick of tongue and fleet of wit
games and poems to submit
Open books in open hands,
poetry from other lands,
lyrics from our favorite bands
A telling word, a single note,
and meaning in a random quote:
significance of what we wrote
Different cultures and aesthetic,
for this we're not apologetic!
We are just beyond poetic!
Killers, X Files, Broken Bride
never are these words denied,
here they often all collide
from the early light of dawn,
as we used to, still wait on
the random poetry anons
Jack White, movies, TBS,
have you wisdom to profess?
Here, the answer's always "Yes"
Here we play, by words transfixed,
Haiku and pop culture mixed,
nothing broken, nothing fixed
Here is truth and here's creation
joy and horror, pain, elation,
in a story, small salvation
And here is laughter, here we're free
to be whatever we may be
and though others may disagree,
we greet the castle, greet its lord
and do so of our own accord
and shun the frothing, rabid horde
Be it known I'd so much rather
read my friends and all their "blather,"
on the porch here, where we gather.
Go With The Flow
This River Is Wild
Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound so I think you
Son, I think you better go ahead
But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down
You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
This river is wild
This river is wild
The Killers
Leaves are falling down
On the beautiful ground
I heard a story from the man in red
He said the leaves are falling down
Such a beautiful sound so I think you
Son, I think you better go ahead
But you always hold your head up high
Cause it's a long, long, long way down
This town was meant for passing through
But it ain't nothing new
Now go and show them
That the world stayed round
But it's a long, long, long way down
You better run for the hills before they burn
Listen to the sound of the world
And watch it turn
I just want to show you what I know
And catch you when the current lets you go
Or should I just get along with myself
I never did get along with everybody else
I've been trying hard to do what's right
But you know I could stay here all night
And watch the clouds fall from the sky
This river is wild
This river is wild
The Killers
The Switch & The Spur
any poor souls
who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite
or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power
And this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path
but heed these four words...
......you shall never return.
The Raconteurs
who trespass against us
Whether it be beast or man
Will suffer the bite
or be stung dead on sight
By those who inhabit this land
For theirs is the power
And this is their kingdom
as sure as the sun does burn
So enter this path
but heed these four words...
......you shall never return.
The Raconteurs
53 comments:
Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.
DL, for the win!
What if I don't know how to act to make me happy?
HAPPY HEARTAGRAM DAY to all porch dwellers!!
Good morning Solly and DL (again)!
How are you these days Sdock? Is your cough any better? Is the spousal unit treating you any better?
Where is everyone? Blogbelieve is becoming a ghost town....
Oh well, I hope whoever walks, crawls, prances or slithers in today has a wonderful day!
Love and Hugs,
6/Wendy
And then what happened?
Um, my cough is the same I think. I am just trying not to do it around him.
He's gone right now. YAY! He went fishing. Things are the same.
Love and hugs to you Wendy!
Mustard,
Whatever you want to happen.
I can make up what happened after?
This could be a game.
How are you doing aside from things being the same? You feeling okay?
Mustard,
Of course this could be a game! Make up what happens next.
I'm okay. I think.
How are you today?
I don't know.
"I walked into that hotel room and saw a Bible on the nightstand.
I wondered if this could be a sign from God, himself. Then I heard a voice behind me say, "They put those in all the rooms."
I turned around to see...
...the cold face of a stranger staring back at me.
"You're no one special."
Before I could comprehend, he...
Before I could comprehend, he was standing in front on me with a gaze that had me frozen in my tracks.
I recognized the voice, but not the face.
I was going over a thousand different things in my head. Should I turn and run like the devil or should I.....
Mustard, We must finish this story.
Do you want to? I think we need to.
Damn, I'm all into it and now I have to go. I hope you have a great day. Me and Princess will be back later.
Love you!
We'll wait until you get back :)
You guys have fun shopping! Buy us all something!
♥
Mustard
...tell him what he's meant to me, for so long. Risk exposure and ridicule, but secretly knowing he would never do that.
*howls out loud at FS' comment*
FS, you've just made my day!
i am glad you liked it rw, now bow down to my awesomeness
Fine.
*bows down to moon FS*
How's that, missus!
Am I really the dull?
Am I really that boring?
Do I deserve to be elbowed out of convos?
Do I deserve to be ignored?
Do I deserve to be talked over?
Do I deserve to be abandoned?
See you around.
miss t, you are amazing, you are a true friend and you are none of those. please come and speak to me.
sd10 and princess, where have you both been today, i have missed you both
MissT,
What's happened? Come talk to me.
Hey Fimble,
The Princess and I finally made it home.
where did you go sd10, did you and princess have a nice day
miss t, come and talk
We just went to the mall shopping. We had lots of fun, but we didnt buy much.
What have you done today, Fimble?
i went into work boring as usual. just listening to the cars racing outside now. i bet you had a good time, is princess comeing here tonight?
did you get into any trouble
No, we didnt get into any trouble. Just a lot of odd looks and stares cuz we were taking pictures of lots of things.
I found a little unicorn with purple hair and I swear it was the cutest thing and it made a little unicorn noise and I almost bought it so I could take PPU everywhere I go.
Princess is going to be jealous of you, Fimble. You are so close to Tony Stewart tonight.
Will someone tell me what happened with MissT?
Why did she leave upset?
MissT, if you lurk around here. Come talk to me please. I am sorry that I wasn't here for you.
And where is Mustard?
Mustard we have to finish our story. I think maybe we can move it to the smokeandsolly blogspot.
What do you think?
Sdock?
Are you still here?
Yeah, I am betwixt and tween somewheres and here.
Where are you?
And what happened with MissT?
Sdock, I don't know what happened.
I just left a comment at her blog, so I hope she lets us know what's going on.
I saw you there, too.
I wish I knew how to help.
Mustard,
Me too. I hope she knows how much we need her here.
I know I do.
I hope she does, too, Sdock.
Am I really the dull?
Am I really that boring?
Do I deserve to be elbowed out of convos?
Do I deserve to be ignored?
Do I deserve to be talked over?
Do I deserve to be abandoned?
No to all of the above.
Are you alright?
I'm sorry I mentioned it. feel free to ignore it.
No, MissT.
We're very worried. Please elaborate if you want to. We want to help.
Amended blog says it all. Sorry. I'm not worth worrying over. Pretend like I wasn't ever here.
I'm sorry I mentioned it. feel free to ignore it.
Is that you, Miss T?
MissT,
Please stay and talk to me. I am sorry I wasn't here for you earlier.
Yeah, Princess...what ya got to say now?
I just can not get behind a "sport" that really only involves the ability to repeatedly turn left.
Beautiful women,
Tonight, I go clubbing.
Or at least, I am 94% sure of that as of this moment.
I will make sure to take you all with me in my pocket.
PPU,
I'm with you on the NASCAR thing. I don't get it either. Why watch a whole race when it only matters who wins? And why do they let the fastest qualifiers start first? they should start last. That would be a good race.
GV,
Please take me in your pocket. I've never been much of a clubber. It would be nice to watch someone who's good at it.
Hee-hee!
I don't know if I'm "good" at it, per se, but I do so love to be about the crazy people and occasionally make an ass of myself.
I'll put you in the pocket that's double lined, so you won't get cold when we're outside smoking and you won't get gross from all my sweatiness.
Damn friend hasn't called me back yet....
(He's not going with me, just wanted to chat before I left for the night. Impatience!)
Oh, yes this game. If you ladies don't mind, I'm going to give it a twirl.
GV Sparkles,
That sounds lovely. I can't wait to see what kind of trouble you stir up.
PPU,
I fixed the Anon comment thing on smokeandsolly. Duh, we're idiots.
Well, I'm not, but Smoke is.
Hey GV!
Why watch a whole race when it only matters who wins?
That's not the case, Solly. You idiot. Points. Winning doesn't bring you the championship. Consistency does. 10 top five finishes will do more than 1 win. Go figure. O_O
See you all just thought I was gone...
Nope. Not yet. I knew ya'll we're talking NASCAR. ^_^
I know it doesn't seem like much of a 'sport'. I used to think the same thing. It really is though. When you see those guys stuck in a car for 4 to 5 hours and you know they have just lost about seven or eight pounds (NO FAT JOKES!) because of the heat, that's when you realize how hard it is. Not everyone can do that. Plus the skill that these guys possess to make a three thousand pound car do exactly what they want it to do going 200 mph, it is just amazing.
To me anyway. I like speed though. ^_^
Ok, anyhoo....
Solly, you created the blog so you're the idiot. >.<
Toodles!!!
For real this time!
XOXO,
S&V20
Take care, Solly. Talk to you later, I am sure.
Princess,
Okay, okay. I'll take the blame. Sorry. I fixed it. Don't be so upset about it.
'Nite, PPU
Hope you have sweet dreams. Most definitely we'll talk later.
Take the blame?
I'm gonna slap the piss out of you.
Tomorrow.
JESUS!
Sweet dreams everyone.
PPU,
I hope you dream of Rainbow Brite.
^_~
Damn.
My lack of sleep has caught up with me and now I'm too tired to go out.
Sigh. Next week!
So.
I walked into that hotel room overcome with trepidation and excitement.
Though the objective was clear, the plan set, the outcome was unknown. Though fear made my knees ache and my movement stiff, I believe it was that very fear that compelled me to continue onward. That delicious adrenaline rush encasing me in tidal waves of hot and cold.
I kept brushing the sweat from my hands onto the coarse fabric of my tweed skirt.
The room's decor was swathed in that pleasantly confused mixture of uncertain pastels. The familiar antiseptic smells told me the room had not been occupied.
In fact, the only indication that anyone had been in there recently was to be found in the set of stationery askew on the desk. The pale green curtains rustled about from hot air blooming out of the heater.
I took a seat at the desk and began to examine the loose pages. The handwriting was a little hard to decipher.
I furrowed my brow in concentration. The lettering was very thick yet constrained. A hand tense in emotion had written whatever was on here.
In the... days? Yes, it says days.
In the days of my passion, the hours of my sorrow, I had wished for a companion rare. But concerned it but that. A wish.
Christ, what century are they living in?
On the Holy Eve of All Saint's day, though, I found you. I do not wish to offer saccharine laced declarations of happiness everlasting or construct translucent castles with a moat of sunset hues. But I would like to try this with you, if you like, a little secret respite from the din of liars and vampiric souls. Tonight, if you wish-
My concentration was broken as a gloved hand wrapped around my face. The warmth of another body suddenly close to my own.
"This is what he wants. Huh." A masculine voice. A clear tenor. The stench of cheap cigarettes made my stomach a little ill.
"Get up. Slowly. Don't turn around."
I could barely do so. My legs were trembling so badly. I cursed myself for wearing heels. I cursed myself for trying to do something fun in my life for once. I tried to accept that I was going to die in this quaint hotel room at 32.
"You don't have any idea, do you? Better that way. We're going to take a little trip. Looks like you could use a vacation. You took your own car here?"
I nodded.
"I like your ride better than mine. The 2004 buick, yeah? Pull out your keys."
I fumbled around in my coat pocket. A second of despair that I had lost them. I frantically began to search the other left pocket. I whipped them out as soon as I could. I let myself breathe again.
I heard the rustle of fabric behind me.
"Turn towards the door."
In my peripheral vision I saw a man only a little taller than myself. A grey hoodie two or three sizes too big hid his face. Only a hint of a nose peeking out.
He nodded towards the exit.
"Ladies first."
*peeks in*
Am I the only one up?
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