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kayte
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Re: BOO
mayi ~ Good to see you. Hope to see you again, when you can stay.
mayi said:*running over and giving soron a soft kiss on the cheek (the face)........running off*
be good all..............
oh and kayte, so glad your trip was a good one.......keeping you in my thoughts!!!!!!!
mayi ~ Good to see you. Hope to see you again, when you can stay.
Soron
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Re: Good morning
I hear ya kayte darlin'
geeze I'd turn the AC down to 60 if I had someone to cuddle with
kayte said:
Soron ~ Miss you and mo. We aren't going to be having and rain in the next couple of days, sorry. We just have some sun and cool. I love the weather that is happening now. 70s during the day and 50s at night. Good cuddlin' weather. sighs...... Now just need the One to cuddle with.
I hear ya kayte darlin'
geeze I'd turn the AC down to 60 if I had someone to cuddle with
Soron
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Re: BOO
thanks for the kiss mayi.
good to see this thread get some activity again
now, if we had the hostess here.
mayi said:*running over and giving soron a soft kiss on the cheek (the face)........running off*
be good all..............
oh and kayte, so glad your trip was a good one.......keeping you in my thoughts!!!!!!!
thanks for the kiss mayi.
good to see this thread get some activity again
now, if we had the hostess here.
kayte
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Soron said:
thanks for the kiss mayi.
good to see this thread get some activity again
now, if we had the hostess here.
Soron ~ How is mo doing? Think of her and you often. Guess who I am meeting for lunch tomorrow? Yup, the other two WI folk. Lee wants to hear all about my visit.
I am sure we will be thinking of you and mo also. Have a good night.hatara ~ We had another gorgeous day. I love this. It can stay like this until December.
Take care.
Soron
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kayte said:
Soron ~ How is mo doing? Think of her and you often. Guess who I am meeting for lunch tomorrow? Yup, the other two WI folk. Lee wants to hear all about my visit.
hatara ~ We had another gorgeous day. I love this. It can stay like this until December.
mo is just trying to cope right now kayte...she's changing jobs and you know all the stuff with her roomie...I will be sure to give her your love
Soron
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That Time Again
I watched "Field Of Dreams" the other day, which has to be the best father-son movie ever, in my mind.
Made me start thinking about my dad and the life that he had...losing his brother in a POW camp in the Phllipines in 1942..then enlisting in the Navy at 17 that same year...he never went to college..but he always pushed me to read and learn...everything from Shakespeare to Poe...from Glenn Miller to Count Basie...he would've been 78 this year...thanks pop for pushing me..this is for you...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door --
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; -- vainly I had tried to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow -- sorrow for the lost Lenore --
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore --
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door --
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; --
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you " -- here I opened wide the door; ----
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" --
Merely this, and nothing more.
Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore --
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door --
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door --
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore --
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning -- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door --
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered -- not a feather then he fluttered --
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before --
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster so when Hope he would adjure --
Stern Despair returned, instead of the sweet Hope he dared adjure --
That sad answer, "Never -- nevermore."
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite -- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Let me quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -- prophet still, if bird or devil! --
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted --
On this home by Horror haunted -- tell me truly, I implore --
Is there -- is there balm in Gilead? -- tell me -- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil -- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us -- by that God we both adore --
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore --
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting --
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted -- nevermore!
tara, thanx for posting and welcome to the accidental thread
mayi and kayte I love you both
spreading a little of mo's love around as I stroll out the door
goodnight all
I watched "Field Of Dreams" the other day, which has to be the best father-son movie ever, in my mind.
Made me start thinking about my dad and the life that he had...losing his brother in a POW camp in the Phllipines in 1942..then enlisting in the Navy at 17 that same year...he never went to college..but he always pushed me to read and learn...everything from Shakespeare to Poe...from Glenn Miller to Count Basie...he would've been 78 this year...thanks pop for pushing me..this is for you...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door --
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; -- vainly I had tried to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow -- sorrow for the lost Lenore --
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore --
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me -- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door --
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; --
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you " -- here I opened wide the door; ----
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" --
Merely this, and nothing more.
Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore --
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;--
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door --
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door --
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore --
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning -- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door --
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered -- not a feather then he fluttered --
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before --
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster so when Hope he would adjure --
Stern Despair returned, instead of the sweet Hope he dared adjure --
That sad answer, "Never -- nevermore."
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite -- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore;
Let me quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! -- prophet still, if bird or devil! --
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted --
On this home by Horror haunted -- tell me truly, I implore --
Is there -- is there balm in Gilead? -- tell me -- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil -- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us -- by that God we both adore --
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore --
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting --
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted -- nevermore!
tara, thanx for posting and welcome to the accidental thread
mayi and kayte I love you both
spreading a little of mo's love around as I stroll out the door
goodnight all
Soron
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Friday
it was good to see this thread stay on page one yesterday
thanks kayte and mayi and a special thanks to tara
if you guys can come up with a better title than Prof. Spank PLEASE post it...PLEASE!
leaving some of mo's sweet love going off to work
it was good to see this thread stay on page one yesterday
thanks kayte and mayi and a special thanks to tara
if you guys can come up with a better title than Prof. Spank PLEASE post it...PLEASE!
leaving some of mo's sweet love going off to work
kayte
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Re: Friday
Soron ~ Congratulations on getting to 1000 !!!!!
Laughing so hard, no ideas are forthcoming. Good luck my friend.
Soron said:it was good to see this thread stay on page one yesterday
thanks kayte and mayi and a special thanks to tara
if you guys can come up with a better title than Prof. Spank PLEASE post it...PLEASE!
leaving some of mo's sweet love going off to work
Soron ~ Congratulations on getting to 1000 !!!!!
Laughing so hard, no ideas are forthcoming. Good luck my friend.
artful
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hello to you all
Soron sweety,this is DreaM IN DISGUISE AS ARTFUL..HEY WHAT'S UP? thought I'd stop by and say hi and send some huggs your way and ask you to give my sweet Sis Mo some huggs and kisses for me also ..I'm very happy to see that your thread is still ging strong hun.
I am having the time of my life but I only arrived at 8:30 am thois morning so there is still plenty to see and do..Master is unfortunately not feeling too well tonite so He is lying down and allowing me to take over the computer,lol mistake no 1 he he
just kidding He knows i'M DYING TO get back online ..take care and hopefully Master will also post later..(missing my avy) BUT LOVING Arkansas!!and my baby!! Dream
Soron sweety,this is DreaM IN DISGUISE AS ARTFUL..HEY WHAT'S UP? thought I'd stop by and say hi and send some huggs your way and ask you to give my sweet Sis Mo some huggs and kisses for me also ..I'm very happy to see that your thread is still ging strong hun.
I am having the time of my life but I only arrived at 8:30 am thois morning so there is still plenty to see and do..Master is unfortunately not feeling too well tonite so He is lying down and allowing me to take over the computer,lol mistake no 1 he he
just kidding He knows i'M DYING TO get back online ..take care and hopefully Master will also post later..(missing my avy)
BUT LOVING Arkansas!!and my baby!! Dream
