O is for ...

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I'd like to recite one of my fav poems   

Fish's Night Song

by Christian Morgenstern

(slightly changed to match the 'o' ... *grins*)

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o   o

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o   o   o   o

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o   o   o   o

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o   o   o   o

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o   o   o   o

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o   o

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and I even made an effort and recorded it for you with my web cam ... 

erm ... in the short guppie version ... ;-)

and here's one of my fav 'O'-musicians

OTEP ... Eat The Children

Enjoy

52 Colours - #34 - Mauve

I wanted to do a quick shot for this weeks colour that Luna gave us ... MAUVE ...
cause my mind was totally blank on that one ...
QUICK !!! shot ... took me AGES !!! ...
cause I tried SHADOWS on the firestorm viewer I had just installed yesterday ...
apart from that viewer 2 look that I dislike so much, it works quite fine and fast for me and my lil cute netbook ;-)
But after enabling high graphics + shaddows and such ... it was just like ...
lil move ... waiting ... waiting ... lil move ... waiting ... risking a snapshot ... waiting ... waiting ... darn ... eyes closed ... next try ... waiting ... waiting ... waiting ... etc.
guess I won't do that too often ;-) ...
But I like tonight's pic tho ...





















and I like this Mauve poem I found ... enjoy ;-)

Mauve Desert Rose
by Zahhar

here sprouted most unusually
from traveling seed
amid faint shade
of standing rock
alone

the scorching sun blazed brilliantly
lands stretching arid
to horizon
dismal expanse
my home

somewhere beneath the dry cracked ground
were my roots allayed
and so i grew
discovering
within

weary travelers one by one
in times preceding
have ventured past
and still unseen
my life

amid drear desolation vast
days long scalding dread
nights freezing pain
my heart took shape
growing

long seasons in succession passed
moon cycles swimming
resilience strong
through withered look
formed true

endlessly looking unto sky
forever reaching
comfort brooded
brewing slowly
soft peace

in great expanse of nothingness
my buds developed
and so they bloomed
for none to see
save god
http://allpoetry.com/poem/735393-Mauve_Desert_Rose-by-Zahhar

next week it's Electric Blue which looks like Sky Blue to me ... lol ...
*sigh* ... hope we will get crazy colours like
Purple Pizzazz ... Razzmatazz ... Wisteria ... Outer Space ... Fuzzy Wuzzy Brown ... inch worm ...
one day ;-)

52 MadProps - #9 - Bundle Of Flowers

To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache ...

I'm glad good ol' Shakespeare (I just love that guy) did all that pondering already ...
so my virtual me can pic up her flowers again and await Sookie's next mad prop ;-)

52 Colours - #11 - Indigo

INDIGO ... more a feeling than a colour for me
those wonderful twilight moments ...
between night and day ... sleep and wake
when dreams are intense ... sweet ... disturbing ...
so real ... so hazy ... and too soon forgotten

click pic to enlarge and read the poem

back to pics instead of the video I made for Sienna ;-)
but for a change with a nano-StyleSheet *grins*

While I was dreaming my indigo dreams
I was wrapped in nothing but a wonderful
Tattoo : CoLLisions 'OhneDich' for a better view on the tattoo click here
beautifully created by Guenevere DeCuir

The next colour Luna wants us to do is TAUPE ... omg ;-)

First Sunday in Advent ...

Noël by Anne Porter

When snow is shaken
From the balsam trees
And they’re cut down
And brought into our houses

When clustered sparks
Of many-colored fire
Appear at night
In ordinary windows

We hear and sing
The customary carols

They bring us ragged miracles
And hay and candles
And flowering weeds of poetry
That are loved all the more
Because they are so common

But there are carols
That carry phrases
Of the haunting music
Of the other world
A music wild and dangerous
As a prophet’s message

Or the fresh truth of children
Who though they come to us
From our own bodies
Are altogether new
With their small limbs
And birdlike voices

They look at us
With their clear eyes
And ask the piercing questions
God alone can answer.

Every year it's the same thing for me ...
I'm trying to get into the spirit while xmas is surprisingly and adamantly getting nearer ...
and usually I fail ...


and darn ... still no PLUM-post

OZY OZY OZY

... just to make sure ... this is about Ozymandias ... not Ozimals bunnies (yurgh, can't stand them) ...
It was a great uber long weekend I had ... 2 fun shifts at Sanct and even time to hang on during Austin's show ... and although chat was way to fast for me this time I was glad nobody could see me wiggling, headbanging and grinning on my chair ...
and you already know:
CLICK to ENLARGE ... ;-P

And besides a lot of construction work (SL and RL) ... I found even time to read a bit :-))))
oh ... and Tychosis made me read a poem ... a beautiful one ...
'Ozymandias' by Percy Bysshe Shelly ... (I wonder why I thought Percy was a woman ... lol)
Ty Tych ;-)) ... /me hugs the angry golem ;-*
and it made me look for Ozymandias on you tube ... found some quite interesting stuff ...
added 2 links from my french LoonAtic ... a bit Paradise Lost ... and a bit of 'Statler & Waldorf ' ... to not become too serious ... *grins*
Take your time and enjoy












now this is very special ... lol