Oh olly osh! Oh dear od! The letter just completely vanished from my keyboard!!!
How will I every spell all my favorite words, such as fro , roceries or arba e!
What ever will I do?
U
(I doubt I need to tell you what its called, if you haven't heard it you've been living under a rock.):
Not feeling particularly poetic today so I'm gonna cheat.
Here's a song I love
House of the rising sun (Origin's unknown, I shit you not- this song is a lot older than a lot of people realize, this is of course a recent version.)
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's all drunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
Uggg
Not feeling particularly poetic today so I'm gonna cheat.
Here's a song I love
House of the rising sun (Origin's unknown, I shit you not- this song is a lot older than a lot of people realize, this is of course a recent version.)
Uggg
,
There will be rain
On the edge of the hills and the start of the plain,
With lightning, builds a wall of ominous aspect.
Clouds piled high like black blankets in the sky
And rumbling thunder as if a thousand horses fly by.
A storm comes this way... There will be rain.
Uggg
Yes my crazy bubbles blew away and took with them the strangle hold they held over my creativity. I feel much lighter today.
There is a composition by a Chilean composer, Sadly I can't recall the name of him or his amazing work, but it is truely beautiful. He has managed to capture the sound of rain falling and make it into music.
It starts with little drops of sound becomes a delluge and then dies away again and you can feel the sun come out in his music, everything fresh and clean and wet.
I had the honour of hearing it played by a fantastic guitar quartet, they sat at different locations in the room so it sounded like rain drops falling all about.
It is the most beautiful piece of instrumental music i have ever heard live.
Uggg
Languageoflove is a wonderful girl
The stories I could tell you
Would make your toes curl
But you have asked for a poem about panties.
I guarantee this
There not like your aunties.
Unfortunately I can not help
I promised my girl LOL
I would never yelp.
What I know of lols silky threads
Is locked away safe
In this crazies head.
*Claps hands in delight!*
Hurrah! Thank you PB! and welcome (finally) too my thread
Uggg
Languageoflove is a wonderful girl
The stories I could tell you
Would make your toes curl
But you have asked for a poem about panties.
I guarantee this
There not like your aunties.
Unfortunately I can not help
I promised my girl LOL
I would never yelp.
What I know of lols silky threads
Is locked away safe
In this crazies head.
Island time
Forrest shrouded mountains lurk in the interior of the tiny island,
Cloud forest, tropical green surrounded by deep Polynesian blue.
Here the old gods of the pacific slumber, forgotten maybe but not gone.
Tremble mortals when surrounded by such endless blue,
Tremble when you look up at such steadfast green.
Much time past before you were here,
These mountains have stood against it and stand yet.
Boiling seas and fire mountains,
Both have been and both will come again.
But for now this is a land of peace where time flows slowly,
Thickened in the hot humid sun.
Uggg
