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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
27 comments:
BOOEEE!! ^_^
FRIDAY!!!!!!
Or Tuesday, if you're Mustard.
Fuck yeah!
Have a great day, RW and Porchies!
Have a good day, Solly and everyone! :)
Gahhhhhhh! My head still hurts!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!
Have a great day peeps!
hello porchies!!
just wanted to say thank you all so much for your kind comments about my little ones! obviously i think they are gorgeous because i am their mother! but thank you anyway! i was just having a proud mummy moment!
and i know the eldest is alot like me! poor thing!
right i am away again for 4 days camping(!!!!!!!!!!) not usually my thing but i'm sure it will be alot of fun! we are catching up with friends and i know the kids will have a blast!
so i will be back around on tuesday sometime.
take care everyone!
love to you all!
oh yeh and have good fridays peeps!!
i'll be back before you head off to see Frankie boy sisters!! i am so sexcited for you!!
these are not from buzznet K!!
Pariah! Yessssssss! I can't believe he's gone either. I can't believe we didn't know. I can't believe how much we loved this band. I can't believe that after all these years we find ourselves thinking about them again.
Funny weird.
Like there's a reason behind it.
the are and from clicks don't work!! poo!
hey solly!!
Hi FASC!
The one pic was nice though!!
Have a great evening! I must be off to work. Grrr...
Letter To Myself
This is a letter to myself
Painted picture, cry for help
It feels like I am now alone
I can't call you on the phone
If I could reach into your heart, I'd tear your world apart
It kind of broke inside of me
You gotta see it to believe--the world is crashin' on me
I've seen emotion to the end
It's always hard when you lose a friend
I don't quite know what words to say
Whispered nothings fade away
Was it written in blood, written in pain
Written in love or written in vain
Is it written in hope, written in shame
Just can't cope--who's to blame--oh, no
what is it that makes sweaty men so damn hot?!!
right i am gone!!
byeeeee!!
solly... lovely words!!
FASC,
It's the lyrics to the video that Smoke put up.
Glad you enjoyed them.
Kind of weird now. I wonder if Sims wrote that song.
Have fun FASC!!!!
See you guys later today! ^_^
PPUZZZZ! WHERE IZ YOUUUZZ????
god i refreshed!!
lovely lyrics!! didn't realise sorry!!
will click on it immediately!
i am definitely gone now!!
Goodmorning!
Howare you all doing?
Who would have thought Toro would be in a Wheezer cover band?
He really should have stuck with Slipknot ;)
Have a fabulous time FASC!
He's so flexi O_O (The 'K' link)
*wonders where PPU will be in 5 days time* ;)
PPU, come and slap me down for rampant speculation please!!
Have a great day everyone. =)
Whoop whoop, FRANKLES! I'm seeing them next month! ^_^
I have some real life drama going on with family members which I can't talk about because of my BlogStalkers. I'll be on and off here and there. Hope you're all having a swell Friday.
I DID NOT GET MY DAMN MEALWORMS. >_<
I haz a headache :(
And Mayo's is full of meanies right now. BOO! >_<
PPUZ!!!!! I gots my hair did today! Now, you'll have to be my stripey unicorn. ^_^
And I'm still sad about Sims. :(
*cartwheels hopelessly badly though DM*
Morning sleepyheads!
Your new hair sounds lovely, Princess!
Socky, I hope you're doing okay, sweetie.
Now, how many days to go? ;)
See ya!
*cartwheels, cartplunks, and falls off porch into the next blog*
*calls back feebly*
Have a lovely weekend everyoneee.
*wanders of in search of bandaids and someone with big strong hands to apply them*
OMG! I am not dead, we have had bad storms and they took out all the phone lines in my area. I have no internet access I am on my friends phone. British Telecom have no idea when they will be fixed. Can't get to Mayo's on this phone I am dying here someone please post latest Mayo posts here so I can read them. sorry no paragraphs. I miss you meffing meffers like woah!
We are all in some way the same. Any of us can be traced on parchment and placed over another and the outline will match, at some point. Keep turning the page until it fits just right. Call it coincidence, if you will.
I can hold you up against me and often the lines match up perfect.
The following is an excerpt from an old handwritten journal.
Yesterday I saw my reflection and waited for an answer. I stood there like an idiot, swaying and staring. It took a while, but what I found was strength and self-respect. The bags packed themselves and walked right out the door. My hand held tightly to all that really mattered, my own heart. All of my abandon had left the poor thing in a sad state, atrophied. But if I am patient and use it a little more each day it will regain its once youthful bounce. It will be fit for giving...forgiving. Forgiving.
(I needed the white noise as well.)
p.s. it is yours and no one can take it away.
The title of the post is
For Giving Myself Time
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