![]() |
|
Quote:
And people are people, it is our only fair we steal the thread for a while too. Indeed, we should focus on what's important to us, and do our best with it. Nice to see all the private messages that poured in to my inbox, as I was not here for two whole sentons! I guess people really missed my presence :/: What's a princess to do? |
Your highness. It is pleasing to see such a beautiful woman. You shouldn't have to carry this thread. That's what I am here for. Let me carry this heavy thread for you, milady. Here, you carry these flowers.
:rose::rose::rose::rose::rose::rose::rose::rose::rose::rose::rose::rose: |
sigh....no one sent me any PM's ;)
To Sarika: She speaks:-- O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air. To Cylon13: Fare you well, boy: you know my mind. I will leave you now to your gossip-like humour; you break jests as braggarts do their blades, which, God be thanked, hurt not. Whilst I take my leave of you, the thread be thine once more. (name the plays and scenes and I may let you have the thread for a spell.) |
haha, its mine again
|
Quote:
Quote:
**************************************************************** Thus since I have unraveled thy words I shall take leave of you, and with me shall the thread go. Fare thee well. Parting is such sweet sorrow, Hmm, Captain? Have we not heard the chimes at midnight? :LOL: |
The Captiain discovered a bottle of merlot in the hutch today. A 2004 nbottle of Austrailian Yellow Tail. I think I bought it for a special occassion. I do not have those anymore. So i decided to have one. I got my mom to watch the little one overnight...made myself some orange mandarin chicken from scratch and let the merlot breathe properly and drank the whole fracking bottle while watching Notoriaous (a GREAT Hitchcock movie with Cary Grant and the vey very very very lovely Ingred Bergman). WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My thread. hee hee hee.
I think I need coffee. |
Quote:
More Is Never Enough Although Gold Assuredly Is Nice Mine I say!!!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!! |
Lovely poetry gentlemen, my, we are well-read warriors indeed!
Here's a favourite of mine, a classic Greek piece I hope anyone interested may also enjoy its delightful wit and humour. It's a bit long, but worth the read! And while, Cylon no.13 was looking where Tux lay down the thread, when he went off on a mission for much needed coffee, I sneak in and cleverly say,"Look! a giant block of cheese over there, cylon"! A-ha! sweet precious thread, mine, mine, mine!!!! :duck: Homeric hymn to Hermes The Stealing of Apollo’s Cattle The maid Maia shook her head, here is No cattle reiver, my lord Apollo, come and see; And there was only An empty cavern. Wait, there was in the very plush centre Tiny as a beam of sunlight In a pinhole, a small Gold cradle that rocked itself. My son, said the maid, a true Lovechild to Zeus; And indeed there glowed In the blues and saffrons of the quilts one small triumphant head, But three days old, said the maid. And it seemed to the God The air was filled with the lowing of cattle. Maiden, he said, my herds are nearby. Where? The thief was here, Here he stood, so recently I can hear Heifers chew their cud and drop dung- Maiden, said Apollo. My lord, said the bare truth in her, only Zeus comes here. My cattle were or are in this cavern. Lord, is Zeus a reiver? The God Was starring at the infant in the cot. Three days, he said, three days old and Already a monster. Wake up, my newest brother And talk to me. Take your choice. Speak or I throw you downstairs into Tartarus. I see I do not discommode you, little thief. He shook the cradle noting How the child rode it, all the rough and tumble. So, child, you too are a power. In that case, Let us speak as equals. A great voice filled the cavern. My brother is too kind. How may we speak as man to man with this Wet dribble down my chin. Thunder in Heaven, said Apollo, you could be Heracles That thumper, said the babe. NO, thank you. Could he Hide from your all-seeing eye the two cow skins I pegged outside to dry? My cows, the God whispered, the Sacred Ones. Who sacrificed when I was born? Said the babe. With Zeus, terrified of his old termagant, hiding Us here in the wilderness. My child, my child, said Maia, What other sacrifice would have relevance to A major birth like mine? What other Shake the heavens, give us the place a new tilt? Apollo hung over him in wide wings. You laugh, Babe, why do you laugh at me? NO, said the little lad, should a child Three days old, take on the big loud spoken Almighties? I haven’t finished my Disquisition with reference to your kine. The child sat up. HE Was quite luminous, already stretched Far beyond the body. I thought, said he, That heaven too should rejoice when I was born. So I sacrificed your heifers to the Gods, To the twelve. Apollo said, I see you want me to state That we Olympians number only eleven So the twelfth smoke Arises for a three-day old, a babe? Ho, said the child, you shall have your cattle back at once. My cattle, said Apollo answered, I have already. Look into your mind, you will not find them there. The child pondered. That’s a trick, a right one You’ll have to teach me. Some say, said Apollo, With birch and ferrule. Well I’m pleased In one way to have met you, number twelve. Goodbye. You’ll be back, said the babe. The maiden Maia walked with the God, her face Was full of wonder. What can I say, my Lord Apollo? Behind, in the cave, the earth had begun To dance, Apollo turned: A child making the music, from A shell, a simple shell (And that was the first string plucked) I thought you’d be back, said the little one. All desires pull. And you want my shell. Here. The music died, Apollo took the shell Divining it, But could not find his way into a tune. You’ll have to teach me, said he. Some say, said the babe, With birch and ferrule. And one must be a God, of course. Trees do not dance for common people. O little cattle-robber, would you roast Apollo in the sun? He laughed, the laughter going forth In thunders that rapped the stone heads of hills Ad rained in the valleys. Teach me, little brother, birch Your sorry elder; but here’s an art I must have. You have it, said the babe. Now Quid pro quo, your royal herds for me. Hey, said Apollo. The music stopped So, said Apollo, you can stop me As simply as that, While the herds are yours, the gift and the shell Are mine. Ah, sighed the great God. I’ll take the shell. But tell me, wonder-babe, what will you do with cattle, They’re no toys, they’re not exactly cradle things, what will you do with them? Eat them, said the little lad. And grow up, To be like Daddy. This time however I reserve the twelve Best portions for myself, for Hermes. HE said modestly, the youngest and perhaps the Fairest of the Gods. (c.700-600 B.C) :maitai: Aperitif, anyone? |
Cheeeeeeese! Thou hast found mine greatest weakness, milady. However, I eat quickly. And this thread is...
More Is Never Enough Although Gold Assuredly Is Nice Mine I say!!!!! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!! |
aha! its slips through your fingers and into mine!
|
More
Is Never Enough Although Gold Assuredly Is Nice |
wrong again!
|
With me, now.....
|
More
Is Never Enough Although Gold Assuredly Is Nice |
And now me..again..
|
More
Is Never Enough Although Gold Assuredly Is Nice |
hey, deja vu!!! and MINE!! :D :D
|
Try
Hiding In Shadows It's Safer Mushies're Yummy Think Hard Recall Everything Absorb Data |
It's becoming repetative...so let's spice things up....nah...I got nothing, what's wrong with me??????????? :...:
I must be losing my touch.... |
Do you mind if I borrow this thread from you? Thanks, luv. I'll take good care of it, milady. :kiss: :kiss: ;)
|
All times are GMT -7. The time now is 05:40 PM. |
|
Powered by: vBulletin Version 3.8.11, Copyright ©2000 - 2025, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.
Content and Graphics ©2000-Present Colonial Fleets