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Post by vulture on Oct 22, 2011 0:00:58 GMT -6
Around the river bend of life
unspooling sinuously behind us
lies a land, a click or two away from here,
of magic and mystery, heartbreak and sisterhood-
where, once upon a time, you and I did play...
Do you remember? We did roam fleet as wolves
on the hunt beneath a bright, full of promise moon...
Or perhaps, we were simply women, running with the wolves
in search of comradeship and wisdom in the middle of the night...
Who knows? All I know, is cypherical wizardry oozed
from our ink stained finger tips! What stories
we wrought and wrote individually
and collaboratively...
Our internet audience awaited
our appearances with bated breath...
Not knowing what either of us would conjure
next for their entertainment and ours...
We seemed made of greasepaint and masks;
swords and quills; parchment and dragon scales
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Post by pegesus on Jan 13, 2012 16:51:57 GMT -6
yet it was that bond of minds that clicked and joined together creating the myth
a myth that suddenly came alive...where we lived and breathed as one
letting our dreams and imaginations run wild...be it wolves or black panthers
sisters on the move...running through the night as adventure followed our path
our world...where alone...yet together...showed our audience what we could do
bring them into the tale...make them one of us...running just for the sake of it
or on the hunt...as a pack...or battling a foe...then returning to the den to lick our wounds
knowing tomorrow would be another adventure of our minds...wolves...panthers...wizards
or maybe we would choose the mighty dragon and the fair maiden who was its keeper
oh what the mighty pen and paper can create with the aid of the imaginations within
do we once more join forces to let the minds free to create a wonderland
a place to forget the current world we live and have a fantasy world of our own
can we once more be the mighty ones...the simple ones...the voices in the dark
is there once more time to create what once was...to join forces once more
or are the dreams the only thing left.....
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Post by anirbas on Jan 29, 2012 22:50:08 GMT -6
Pegs! Yipping good to see you out and about!
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Post by pegesus on Feb 6, 2012 20:13:13 GMT -6
ah, but its being out and about to create another epic tale with our two hands
with the dreams of others adding to the tales we weave and the dreams of tomorrow
looking for adventure again...maybe as changlings...creatures of our whims
running with the pack or flying as off to battle...maybe as a sorcress on a mission
where do we start...who will open the doors that dreams are made of...let the adventures begin
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Post by anirbas on Feb 23, 2012 1:51:39 GMT -6
"Let the adventures begin," for~
These art naught ladies of the veil
nor sisters of the habit and the wimple
Nay, nay, these art the daughters
of the ink well and the quill
Whimsical India ink slithers
through their cylindered veins
of fountain pens laid end to end
beneath their precious, fragile flesh
Within the confines of their craniums
thoughts mushroom into something more...
Nay, nay I say, these art naught ladies
of the veil, seducing with sloe almonds of eyes;
nor sisters of cathedraled convents,
garroting ones individuality with rosaries...
These are the daughters of The Ink Well and The Quill
Charming, disarming with poeming and storytelling...
Anarchist at heart, all poets are, their battle cry,
is as simple as this, "Viva la difference!"
But, one or two of us, might have a dimple, or three, or four...
Some of us might have sloe almond shaped eyes...
One of us could be wearing a habit, seriously...
Yet, just as easily, wearing it for some raunchy fun...!
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Post by pegesus on Feb 23, 2012 21:18:14 GMT -6
and different we be, for we spend our time within ourselves
conversing with our id, coming up with thoughts no others can
dreaming of places no other has seen, nor will they ever be a part
unless we deem so with the tales of our thoughts and ecstasy
do we dare to say our dreams, do we care if others cringe at our words
no...we do not...we enjoy sharing the wild thoughts begging for escape
thouhghts of fantasy...love...the risque...the nieve...or the wise...hilarious
who can tell what shall escape these paradoxical minds we all possess
share our world...let your thoughts flow with us...join us in the hunt for ourselves
or do we hunt for you...as we pen our thoughts...creating the ultimate game
shall we be seductive with our words...or shall we be adventurous...time will tell
stories being weaved to lure the unwarey into our spells...caught till the end
trapped like the caged tiger...hanging by a thread like the spider...trying to escape
or maybe hiding in a cocoon like the butterfly...or scurring away like the lizard
how will you perceive us as we begin to put the words to paper...making a world
a world of our own creations, joining our minds, weaving our traps, luring you to our lairs
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Post by anirbas on Feb 26, 2012 1:10:54 GMT -6
"Luring you to our lairs"
where you will find books
on everything, from fact to fiction,
geography to necromancy,
a book on astrology,
whatever you may fancy!
Having a baby?
We've got naming books!
Stacks and stacks of them!
And if you let Nancy touch
your belly, she will tell
the sex of your child!
Think how handy
that would be to know
in planning the nursery!
Yes, yes, step into our lairs!
For we are librarians there in.
Sharing knowledge both ancient
and New Age, historical and hysterical!
Bibliophiles, one and all, but, please,
do not dare reach beneath
our collective of desks...
For there is where
we hide our swords...
Being also Daughters
of the Neighborhood
Watch, and such...
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Post by pegesus on Mar 3, 2012 17:40:18 GMT -6
and so we leave our sanctuary...leave our books behind to create a new dimension
one that will allow us to reach for the stars or at least gaze upon them in awe...
to mount our faithful dragons and soar to the highest reaches of our domain
we ask ourselve what adventure we will partake in this time...what honors we attain
reaching the zenith of our world...dreams filling our minds...we soar with our dragons
no knowing where they shall take us...nor caring for wence they go...going into the unknown
my dragon bespeaketh me...it hears a cry of someone in peril...we angle down to see
a horseman riding madly away as others give chase...outnumbered to the hilt...we cannot allow
we must go the their aid...but is it friend or foe...a chance we must take...
maybe our quest will take us below the sea...into the abyss of darkness...to another realm...
one of fantasy...we have become mermaids...living within a treachous world of darkness...
one which only we can perceive...and the strange creatures that share our world with us
we reach our underworld paradise...or so we think...lurking all around us are things unmentionable
creatures not so friendly after all...ones that pose much danger to us...ones that try to lure us away
but we are smart beings...much aware of the perils of our world...that we take caution with...
yes...this is our world...one of adventures...one of creations...fantasy...dark...nature...whatever we wish
it is your world as well...to join in the creation of our minds...to take our words into any direction...
weaving our magic every which way...from one to another...adding and changing as we go along...join us
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Post by anirbas on Mar 3, 2012 23:41:37 GMT -6
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
That was great, Marypeg!!!!!
Had the sound and the flavor
of the Grand High Priestess
bestowing wisdom and hope
upon the novitiate and the most jaded
amongst us, as we prepare for our mythical journey(?)
That Lucy Fer, you must go meet her, on the Dark Board. She's quite
the harridan and half! She be the most jaded amongst us!!!!! lol
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Post by anirbas on Mar 3, 2012 23:44:16 GMT -6
And yes, I did exalt your last piece. I wondered if we were able to give individual exalts on threads like this one and the one Aims has going on another board. It worked. I clicked the exalt in the same box the piece is in, but, it showed up in your collection of exalts! Yippee! I feel like I discovered magic! hehe
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