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As you can see, if you look down the page, damommza has started some poems which we have then worked on in turn. If anyone else is interested in doing this I am quite happy to play, but this page is open to all contributions. Comment on what has been written, offer criticism (constructive only, please), tell a story or a joke…I will respond (sooner or later) to all messages that need a reply.

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  1. A verse from damommza:

    And when, come judgement day
    the Lord will have his say
    it may not be the message that you seek
    in all of this he lied
    with Gabriel at his side
    the world won’t be inherited by the meek

    • the strong shall take it all
      while the rest can only crawl
      through the muck and mire of the wastes
      but this i promise you
      we are many they are few
      and we’ll yet teach them all how fear tastes

  2. damommza

     /  September 2, 2011

    while others rule with might
    on our side we have right
    though we truly want a better day
    we pretend to be strong
    but we just play along
    merely warriors with feet of clay

    • but however we view it
      the story is not writ
      until the ink is dry upon the page
      there’s time for us to grow
      to strike the telling blow
      ring down the curtain on this benighted age

  3. damommza

     /  September 3, 2011

    the Lord God made his choice
    to extinguish our voice
    even though his laws we did abide
    we chanted, preached and prayed
    and yet we were waylaid
    now time to get the devil on our side!

    • but better before we fall
      cry havoc! on them all
      leave the gods and demons to their aims
      and gather up our force
      to choose a different course
      and refuse to play their supernatural games

  4. damommza

     /  September 4, 2011

    I cannot add ONE SINGLE SYLLABLE after this last stanza, that’s how perfect the ending is. It has closure while leaving the door open to a sequel. It carries the story from beginning to end. It is perhaps one of the best stanzas that you have written. I kept thinking of a title and getting nothing and then I read your last stanza and there it is!! What do you think of “Cry Havoc!” ? (damn, you are GOOD!) ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. damommza

     /  September 5, 2011

    Applause and standing ovation! :-))

    Now, for intermission, a youtube video NOT made by me (that’s not my voice and thankfully, I wasn’t even there) but this took place less than an hour north of my house yesterday afternoon. The tornado shows up at 5:40!

  6. damommza

     /  September 5, 2011

  7. damommza

     /  September 7, 2011

    Ok, I have no idea where I am going with this but it seemed like fun (well, more fun that painted clowns on velvet). Using a 5/3/5 syllable framework (and “envelop” has to be said as one syllable)
    start each line with the next letter of the alphabet. I did A-F (and I am hoping you get stuck with “X”) :-))

    as fading embers
    breathe their last
    crimson scars that bleed

    darkening shadows
    etch the sky
    forms of life unseen

    • grasping alien themes
      haunted hours
      in truths long sought and

      journeys uncounted
      killing smiles
      leave no heart unrent

  8. damommza

     /  September 7, 2011

    I can’t edit and “envelop” was bothering me so..change that line to “etch the sky” and the syllable count is now correct and I like the imagery better.

  9. damommza

     /  September 8, 2011

    moving in circles
    nascent mind
    open to destiny

    praying for succor
    quell the thought
    robbed of the knowledge

    • shattered silence lies
      ‘tween the lines
      undrawn but implied

      vulpine shadows race
      winter’s bite
      xenophobic lies

      yawning, time soiled, but
      zero found

  10. damommza

     /  September 8, 2011

    Kudos and applause for a most excellent rendition of “dueling stanzas”!! I’m glad you got “X” because I was going to say “Xenopus jumping” :-))

    I loved how you used “and” to connect the 3rd and 4th stanzas. It really made it flow.

    • I was torn, I had “xiphoid” and “xeric” as alternatives. But I found the “v” was also a pain in the unmentionables; lots of choices but trying to find one that fit, and “vulpine” was a poor substitute for the “lupine” I would have used if there were no alphabetic constraints. Having said that, if you didn’t know the meaning of either word vulpine does sound more dangerous than lupine and thus would be a better fit. However, presuming ignorance in your readers is probably not the best approach to writing poetry or anything else

  11. damommza

     /  September 9, 2011

    I had no idea what “vulpine” meant and immediately thought it was a vulcan wolf ๐Ÿ™‚ Actually, by definition, it’s not that far away! :-))

    We have fan mail! CatMadinWestYorkshire send me this kind message: “Ai’z been reedin teh poe-itry yu adn sunovawot bin ritin, adn admire bofe yoor talonts” I told her that you were the genius behind the craft and I was the window dressing! ๐Ÿ™‚ *winks and displays a vulpine smile*

  12. damommza

     /  September 9, 2011

    *sent* (reminds self to check spelling BEFORE hitting “post”)

    • Yes, I recieved similar from CMiWY but it is not my natural instinct to share, so I never thought to tell you! It will be interesting to see if anyone else wishes to “play poems” at any point.
      I leave it up to you to entitle our latest opus

  13. damommza

     /  September 9, 2011

    AH! LOL I couldn’t wait to tell you because compliments are always meant to be shared! ๐Ÿ™‚ I think you should post an open invitation (if you feel comfortable) for people to post and enjoy the process together. It was actually a lot of fun to do this and I looked forward to see what you came up with each time and I thought about what my response might be while waiting! ๐Ÿ™‚ I hope you enjoyed it as well.

    My idea for a title?
    The A,B, C of Poetry!

  14. damommza

     /  September 10, 2011

    On Facebook, there is a closed group called Cheezepeeps on Faysebuuk, which is a private group that you have to apply to and be accepted by the admin (to protect people’s privacy and keep trolls out). All the cheezepeeps are on there and, with your permission, I posted this:

    “The poet laureate and good friend of ICHC, Sunovawot, has been posting some wonderful poems on his blog. Stop by and leave a few lines for him and he will rhyme back with you. His latest, “animals” is pretty funny and gives you another look at what animals may REALLY be like! Additional comments, not related to specific poems, can be left at the “stuff” portion of the blog.

    Several people have posted your poems there (birthday ones, especially) but not everyone knows the location of your blog and many people have asked where they can read more.

    • I’ve just added a blanket permission for anyone to borrow my poetry (for anything other than commercial purposes) on the “About me” page, but it would be good if you could mention that on “Faysebuuk” too, and thank you.

  15. damommza

     /  September 10, 2011

    I will add it right now! ๐Ÿ™‚

  16. damommza

     /  September 11, 2011

    This morning I looked and SO MANY PEOPLE liked the comment (on Facebook) about your blog that I posted with it’s location and were going to go over and see it. Many came back and said how wonderful your poetry was. Some posted parts of poems and likened it to their experiences, their cats, etc. I reposted the blog address for those that did not see the prevous comments. :-)) I know you cannot see it so if you want me to copy the comments made there and post them here I can.

    • Thank you, it would be nice to see what people are saying about my poetry, but, unless they are posted on my blog, the comments aren’t really for me.

  17. damommza

     /  September 11, 2011

    Many people wrote that they wished you were on FB so they could comment so I reposted your blog address for them. Here are just a few of the comments after “tootseez” was posted for everyone’s reading enjoyment. These are all ICHC peeps. The comments really are for you, you just aren’t there to see them! ๐Ÿ™‚

    Deborah Beier hehehehe! that’s what my Siamese did!
    8 hours ago ยท Like

    Patricia Patenaude Garbutt Lurve yer poettrie! Tiggle lurves toesies.
    7 hours ago ยท Like

    Mrrphh O’Shea Ooo Ooo! Das nawt mai pohtreez, das bai deh wunnerful wunnerful SUNOVAWOT who iz nawt on FB.
    6 hours ago ยท Like ยท 1 person

    June Clevy Ai wish he whir. I know he prefers the quiet, but our madding crowd would be richer for his presence!
    5 hours ago ยท Like ยท 1 person

    Mary Sethre iz berree kyoot! ai haz a nise lawng laff! fankees fur taht!

  18. damommza

     /  September 11, 2011

    sleeping softly, smoothly. swiftly soaring,
    sailing, searching, sighing. shrilly
    shouting, sinking, screaming.
    stopping. staring.

    I wrote this then spent a great deal of time deciding on the exact punctuation. Your turn! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • wondrous words! wicked words! worlds
      within words, wherein wisdom waits.
      which we, weeping, wield, while
      weighted wonders whirl, wildly!

  19. damommza

     /  September 12, 2011

    WOOP WOOP!!! wisely wonderful while wickedy witty! :-))

  20. damommza

     /  September 12, 2011

    With your permission and giving you credit, I have posted “FAWL” to the tribute page on Facebook that was just put up for Ruth so that her friends, who do not have access to ICHC can read your amazing words.

  21. damommza

     /  September 12, 2011

    This is one of your best poems to date. It is achingly beautiful.

  22. damommza

     /  September 20, 2011

    Beneath my feet, crunchy, broken,
    yellow, amber, gold
    fall leaves
    but where does it go?

    Your turn.

    • Blankets of pristine, unspoilt
      so white, snow white,
      winter kills
      the corpses remain!

      • damommza

         /  September 20, 2011

        You are just too damned good! ๐Ÿ™‚ LOVE IT! I love the whole twist on the “corpses remain” (the leaves) Applause! (or, in the words of the famous ICHC, Applolsauce!)

  23. damommza

     /  September 20, 2011

    or, as a haiku

    On my feet, fall leaves
    crunchy, broken, amber, gold
    but where does it go?

    • winter blankets all
      corpses of ash, oak and beech
      naked to my eyes

      • damommza

         /  September 20, 2011

        This was the first haiku I have ever written. Attribute it to laziness. I dont know why you aren’t incredibly famous. It takes me an hour to think of something and in the blink of an eye, you have spun my straw into gold. ๐Ÿ™‚


      • I think haiku are one of those things that has been borrowed but probably almost never in a form the originators would recognise. However the English language form is interesting as an occasional exercise. As for weaving, a tissue of lies is about my limit. ๐Ÿ˜€

  24. damommza

     /  September 20, 2011

    PS..your titles are better so you may give this a name! ๐Ÿ™‚

  25. damommza

     /  September 22, 2011

    “Knock knock”
    “Who’s there”
    “Cookies who?”
    “Let me in WordPress..I’m carrying a gun”… ๐Ÿ™‚

    “The Plumber”

    Driving rain and creaking boards
    leave me sweaty, breathless, cold
    but leaky drippings from my spigot
    send me thoughts of murder bold

    He’s replaced all the fittings,
    says ball stem is out of whack
    new bonnet lock and sink aerator
    Now I want my money back!

    your turn

    • Awkward, very awkward. I know nothing about plumbing and your 7, 7, 9, 7 syllable structure is not the easiest I worked with:

      sewage backflow, why the hell
      does he think i’m paying him
      if the drains don’t resume their draining
      guess i’l have to learn to swim

      truly i had no choice he
      held the bill out with a smirk
      i took his hammer and with a yell
      i showed him some honest work

  26. damommza

     /  September 22, 2011

    LOLOLLOLOLOLO i’m laughing so hard I have a stomach ache!!! If I have a stroke it’s your fault!!! LOLOL I know NOTHING about plumbing either but my sink was leaking and I thought “gee, I need a plumber” and then The Plumber” came to mind! I had to look up “parts of a sink” to get the terms to use in the poem! There is nothing more irriating than having a DRIP DRIP DRIP all night!

    …and you didn’t REALLY want it to be to easy, did you?? :-)))))))

    Publish him, Good Sir!

    *wipes tears from laughing so hard*

  27. damommza

     /  September 24, 2011

    what lies beneath this frozen heart
    I feel its beat no more
    the years have used up all it’s life
    what was this marriage for?

    I’ve walled it up and nailed it shut
    and changed it’s whole design
    so if there is but one more chance
    dear, please give me a sign

    your turn (and wordpress is working nicey again)

    • some reason i should not depart,
      and kiss this farce goodbye
      a sign that there is more to us
      than meets my jaundiced eye

      I had a dream when we were young
      of how the future goes
      so tell me how did we get here
      such bitter, bloody, foes

      but I would take each misstep back
      no matter what it cost
      give everything but you away
      to have back what we lost

  28. damommza

     /  September 24, 2011

    I officially dub thee “SIR”.

    This went together SO seamlessly and so smoothly it was like dancing. Terrific ending (you always have the best endings) with that little “kick” the “giving everything away (but you) to get everything back” This was absolutely terrific!! I think this is actually better than the “best” done so far! which makes it the “bestest” :-))))

    Sir, you may title and post!

    If this ever makes it into a collection of poems written by two, it should be named “Dancing with a Stranger” (it’s ok, I cant dance either) :-))

  29. damommza

     /  September 24, 2011

    OOHHH! I just realized..”What Lies” represents “beneath my heart as well as “what lies have passed between us” (verb and noun) EXCELLENT!

  30. Deer Sunovawot,
    Ai haz spendingd da laszt umptee-umph minutes mezmerized bai ur brylliant adn captivating mynde. AI lubs da dueling poetree ob u adn damommza…wen ai am nawt sew tyred, mai ai plai, tuu? Rite nao, jest nawt up tu it…. Sunovawot, u r dat guuuuud.
    ur noo freind adn admyrier,

  31. damommza

     /  September 28, 2011

    born with a lap that was only so wide
    I now have a dog and cat by my side
    each one wanting to catch a ride
    to sit on mommy’s knees

    staring has started, the dog is ahead
    cat is insistant that I be her bed
    each one wishing the other dead
    to claim this sacred spot

    *clinks coffee cup to gently wake you and say “your turn” ๐Ÿ™‚

    • the battle thank goodness is not to the grave
      but as always it will be a close shave
      in exasperation I tell them to behave
      or both of them will lose

      in time a solution is mutually found
      as neither is willing to give any ground
      if mommy lays down then space will be found
      for both of them to win

  32. damommza

     /  September 28, 2011

    LOLOLO If only countries ran wars like this!! LOLO

    The actual cease-fire is occuring right now. Dog fell asleep and is wedged between me and the left side of the chair. Cat is sleeping, curled in the crook of my right arm and the laptop has won the lap wars! SQUEEEEEEE!!!

    You may title and post if you want to add this, good Sir!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

  33. damommza

     /  September 29, 2011

    *tahps gent lee wif teh floofy paw tuchin rite heer ———-><————- wif a softness to say "ohai adn gudgudgud moarning. Ai haz kum wif cawfee adn a nu powem fur yoo*

    he stands, his shield reflects the sun
    the world, ablaze below him
    his mind, cries out "what have I done"
    but he is not alone

    above him, one blue eye pokes out
    from deep within a crevice
    before he has the time to shout
    the beast is on his back

    the wings, like leather etched in gold
    sharp daggers, the monster's teeth
    his breath is flame, yet leaves him cold
    the beast will not let go!

    • Hi, I would have responded earlier but had to go shopping. Still I don’t have to leave my flat now for four or five days so I’m good.

      for one moment his doubts assail
      should he bother to fight back
      this once allow dark to prevail
      and bid this torture end

      but ice is ice and fire is hot
      it’s nature cannot change
      and he needs must take his best shot
      to see this battle through

      and slow beneath the wyrm’s great weight
      his hand a dagger grasps unseen
      and once again he trusts his fate
      to hard won skill at arms

      I am tempted to write more but I will restrain myself as I really think this is a good place to stop. The point being, for me, not whether he wins or loses, but if he fights at all (I get that suggestion from your line “his mind, cries out “what have I done””). If you feel different and want to carry on, that’s fine.
      BTW there is a confusion of pronouns in the third line of your third verse.

  34. damommza

     /  September 29, 2011

    There are two things in mine I am not happy with. The “he” in the third line (you picked it out too) is too confusing. Since I may only use a one syllable word there, I was thinking “the” breath is cold..? I think I should keep all referneces to the beast as “the”
    What do you think?

    The 2nd line I am not happy with is “sharp daggers, the monster’s teeth” just doesn’t roll trippingly off the tongue. So, I am thinking “ivory daggers, monster teeth” I think fits the bill there better.

    a hand shoots out, the blade is home
    he feels warm blood, his throat screams
    the eye is gone, stabbed to the bone

    the eye belonged to him OR along with it, his guilt

    Which ending do you like better? With either ending he both wins AND loses! :))

    and whatcha buy at the shoppes?

  35. damommza

     /  September 29, 2011

    Your first stanza brought me to this ending along with the first line of the 2nd stanza. I see him as being both the fire and the ice and he cannot change either. In order to “bid his torture ends” he has to kill the monster..but the monster is him.

    This is why I love you doing the 2nd half. You always take me places I never thought to go! :-))

    • howabout – “it’s breath is flame, yet leaves him cold” ?

      I don’t have any strong feeling either way over the “teeth” line (I’m used to syllable juggling on my solo poetry ๐Ÿ˜€ ) so I’m happy with what you decide.


      “a hand shoots out, the blade slides home
      he feels warm blood upon his face
      it’s heart is torn, pierced to the bone
      and with it goes his guilt”

      it was just a general grocery shop (pleh!) ๐Ÿ˜€

  36. damommza

     /  September 29, 2011

    The more I read your portion, the more I love the whole poem! :-))

  37. damommza

     /  September 29, 2011

    OH!! “Its’ breath is flame, yet leaves him cold” is the best choice!! I like the 2nd choice of ivory teeth ๐Ÿ™‚ In “American English” is flows better for me and then using the “It’s” in the last stanza ties it all together perfectly.

    YES!!! Your re-write of the last stanza is perfect!! I love it! So, whatever the monster is, he defeats it and with it goes his guilt!!!

    This is why i love giving you half the poem. I dont know the ending, you don’t know the beginning and together, we have an entire story! :-)) SQUEEEEEEEE!!!

    I love gorcery shopping!! I walk around going..”figs..OOOH…bananas..OOOH…I COULD MAKE SOUP TODAY! ..OOOOHS” I’m that woman clogging up the aisles with her cart! :-)))

    Now, YOU get to name it!! :-))))

    OH more change..
    “one blue eye pokes out” change that to “peers out” sounds creepier like it’s watching…

    • the shopping isn’t that fantastic but having lots of groceries and not having to go out for several days is, changes made, poem posted, my work is done ๐Ÿ˜€

  38. damommza

     /  September 29, 2011

    Don’t get so comfy!! Another may poem may show up tomorrow! ๐Ÿ˜€ and it may even involve groceries! (or not) *giggle*

    When I lived in England my favorite thing was to go grocery shopping because I loved looking at all the different things they had that were not common in the US. The hair on the back of my neck still stands up when I hear the words “clotted cream” *shudders* LOLO

  39. damommza

     /  September 29, 2011

    A bit of whimsy for you on this very rainy day across the pond…

    my cupboards are empty
    my cabinets bare
    I’m all out of milk
    as hungry as a bear

    the shoppes are all crowded
    I want to be done
    this having to go
    is really no fun

    I’d like a nice garden
    that’d grow in my flat
    just spread out some seeds
    and be done with that

    sliced buns and hot sausage
    would grow in a week
    buckets of chicken
    hot bubble and squeak

    I’d even have boxes
    of steak and some ale
    that would come packaged
    and never go stale

    small cakes and iced cookies
    like flowers would mound
    I could just pick them
    right off of the ground

    with no need to water
    don’t even need sun
    I’d be so happy
    to get this all done

    with bushels of apples
    and great slabs of cheese
    long vines with peppers
    as much as I please

    hot tea would be steaming
    in cups that would grow
    right near the windows
    with long vines below

    then I could write poems
    and not waste my time
    thinking of writing
    while stuck in this line

  40. damommza

     /  September 29, 2011

    ๐Ÿ™‚ :-))) ๐Ÿ™‚

  41. damommza

     /  October 1, 2011

    Good Morning! *clinks coffee mug here ————————>*

    First, the background. I am a knitter. More than anything else I do or have ever done, fibercraft calls to me from lifetimes long ago. If anyone needs proof that there is reincarnation, all one has to do is look to my fingers. I was born knitting.

    I’m currently taking a class in advanced sockmaking. I have learned two things from this class. 1) Some people shouldn’t teach and 2) it takes longer to knit socks than it does to grow feet.

    At the last class, my mind was wandering (but my finger’s weren’t) and I thought about the Moirae which, this morning, has led me to the start of this poem. Syllables are 7/6/8/6

    I doubt you know anything of the Moirae because I’m not sure anyone else has ever even heard of them. When I was little, my dentist had a painting in his office of 3 women, knitting and the knitting became the tapestry of all people’s lives. It was called “The Moirae” and so, armed with the info, I went to the library. His office was also next to the library. ๐Ÿ™‚ The Moirae are 3 greek goddesses who are the reincarnation of fate. They determine how long your life will be. Clotho spins the thread of life, Lachesis determnes how long the thread will be and Antropo is the one who wields the scissors to determine where that life will end.. This is where the expression “the unkindest cut of all” comes from.

    ..and so, kind Sir, help me knit this story! ๐Ÿ™‚

    bobbins ripe with flax and silk
    long strands, like snakes unwind
    held gently in the goddess’ hands
    where would the cut be kind?

    birth, the strand is ever long
    a life of twenty score
    but comes the hand with razor sharp
    that life will be no more

    woven scenes of pain and love
    a long awaited kiss
    but comes the razor to the thread
    he ceases to exist

    • I am more familiar with them as the Fates rather than Moirae, although I have heard the term (a childhood interest in mythologies of the world).

      warp and weft shape a lifetime
      course is set from the start
      Fate ignores all importuning
      cut the thread, stop the heart

      Curse the Fates, plead for mercy
      beg the Norns for their aid
      the Fates must do as they’re fated
      thread is cut and piper paid!

  42. damommza

     /  October 1, 2011

    AH!! You’ve heard of them!!! Yayyyy. My ever evloving obsession with knitting has also made me familiar with biblical paintings where knitting is shown as creating community, weaving as creating the entrapment of the souls in hell, etc.

    I love the ending. “Fates must do as they are fated” one escapes fate, not even the fates! ๐Ÿ™‚

    Pleeze to title! :-)))

  43. damommza

     /  October 5, 2011

    *I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way*

    flames bite my lips, lick my face
    rip my soul to pieces
    pain that etches, sears my bones
    ache that never ceases

    loss and grief, entwined as one
    locked deep inside this cell
    what was good has gone so wrong
    how fast this angel fell

    your turn

    • man will reach for heavens heights
      the angels yearn to fly
      demons wallow in their filth
      yet none of us ask why

      that is where my mistake came
      speaking thus out of turn
      never ask the ones in power
      unless you wish to burn

  44. damommza

     /  October 6, 2011

    I think I wrote the middle two stanzas here with yours pulling the whole thing togther with an explanation/ending. I started out writing the last two stanzas then somehow ended up in the middle. Good Sir, what do you think?

    I wanted to reign supreme
    with legions by my side
    sin of flesh could never be (*angels have no corporeal form, so they can’t have sin of flesh)
    condemned by sin of pride

    unrepentent in my task
    battling man’s salvation
    God’s mercy, for me, came late
    Hell, my destination

    • My verses were written as an end, and these fit well before them. Depending on your source angels are not necessarily incorporeal, however the typical angel was sexless which would pretty well rule out at some, though by no means all, sins of the flesh.

  45. damommza

     /  October 6, 2011


    “I wanted to reign supreme”

    :-))) *gotta get bigger coffee cup* :-))

  46. damommza

     /  October 6, 2011

    I did not know that about angels! You are easily as good as google. :-)) Your stanzas could not be topped as they are perfect endings so I started to write about the “I” in the poem and ended up in the middle. Stragnely, this was inspired by Jessice Rabbit! :-))

    • There is a growing field of “Paranormal Romance” that includes, I believe, very male angels.
      Yes, I just read your comment to Poussinboi and I think “*Iโ€™m not bad, Iโ€™m just drawn that way*” was a tiny hint.

  47. damommza

     /  October 6, 2011

    Paranormal romance!! I think I will stop at wizards and werewolves! ๐Ÿ˜Ž LOL

    Isn’t it funny how the smallest thought will trigger a line of poetry.

    I typoed “strangely” up there…didn’t eye. LOLOLOLO (pun intended)

    • I enjoy some of the “Urban Fantasy” genre and sometimes it can be difficult to distinguish UF from PR with only the blurb to go on. ๐Ÿ˜ฏ
      I never noticed, but there was a study done not long ago that found if the first and last letter are in their proper whilst the interior letters are jumbled, people tend to have very little difficulty reading correctly, which is probably why so many typos get through a quick editing: you read it with no problem ergo it must be correct. ๐Ÿ˜€

    • However the study said nothing about missing words out ๐Ÿ˜ณ Please read that as “first and last letter are in their proper place whilst”
      I chose to add this this comment rather than edit ’cause it amused me! ๐Ÿ˜†

  48. damommza

     /  October 6, 2011

    LOLO It was Cambridge University that published that. This link comes with a nifty paragraph where every word is scrambled but the first and last letters are correct. I wonder if that is true in other languages as well? Certainly not in languages with pictographs.

    Not only do I constantly produce typos (without noticing until it is too late) I frequently put in homonyms then realize it afterwards. When I wrote “didn’t eye” I actually wrote that, then realized it and started laughing. I find other people’s word omissions and typos but never see my own until it’s out there, in public, for everyone else to *snerk* at! ๐Ÿ™‚

    “Interview with a Vampire” (Anne Rice) and the subsequent zillion books that came from that had me hooked for many years. I’ve never read “The Twilight Series” but I am struggling through “Song of Fire and Ice” at the moment! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Try reading it slowly and it becomes more difficult. ๐Ÿ˜€

      Editing your own stuff is harder than someone else’s, I think, because you know what you meant so you tend to skim to get the gestalt rather than the bits that make it up. ๐Ÿ˜€

      I’ve read half a dozen or so of the Anne Rice, but the blurb and subsequent reviews put me off the Twilight saga before I started. But there are plenty of authors in the field, Tanya Huff, Simon R. Green, Kelley Armstrong, Patricia Briggs, Jim Butcher, Charlaine Harris etc etc etc. ๐Ÿ™‚

  49. damommza

     /  October 6, 2011

    It looks like LOLish to me after a while! ๐Ÿ™‚ I recently sent a birthday card to a friend’s daughter and actually wrote “Happitals Birfdae” and sent it like that. My friend called and asked me what the hell I was writing. 0.o LOL

    I have never read anything about the Twilight Sage but when I saw the promos for the movie I kept thinking “Aren’t they awfully young?” I wasn’t sure I could actually relate to teenage angst at this point. S. King has several books about vampires and even though he frequently includes people’s chidlhoods to establish their personaities, eventually they grow up to an age that is relatable ( of any age).

    I’ve heard of Tanya Huff but none of the others. Can you recommend a book of hers? I usually read two books at one time and am reading Fire and Ice as well as some S. King short stories so I could put her on the queue for next! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • Who is this Twilight Sage of whom you speak? ๐Ÿ˜†

      I would suggest starting with the first “Victoria Nelson” novel, “Blood Price”, about a private detective, Vicky Nelson, and a romance novelist vampire, illegitimate son of King Henry VIII, called Henry Fitzroy (“Fitzroy” means “son of the king” and was given to some illegitimate sons of kings, including the original Henry Fitzroy, 1st Duke of Richmond and Somerset). A TV series “Blood Ties” was made based on the books. The books are, as usual, better. ๐Ÿ˜€

  50. damommza

     /  October 6, 2011

    *Holds floofy paws up to bi-focals and LMAO all over the place* LOLOLO I can’t believe I typoed that!! LOLOLO *snerk* Twilight Sage*..sounds like an herb you pick at night!

    I ordered Blood Price (It says Blood Ties/Blood Price so I hope it’s the right book) from Amazon (got it used for 99 cents!) and it will be here in once week! :-))

    I thought Fitzroy was just a regular name. So that labeled them as being the son of the king AND illegitimate? for life? I guess for the king it wasn’t that embarrassing.

    Blood Ties was a really big series here but I had no idea what it was about. It was on one of the cable channels so it wasn’t advertised too much on the regular ones. I can view all of the previous seasons for free on the internet but I think I will read the book first since the books truly are always better! ๐Ÿ™‚ I’ll let you know how much I love it after it’s read. Thanks for the recommendation.

    Were you a big Upstairs/Downstairs fan? I watched that show and watched the repeats. They are making a new version of it but Jean Marsh had a minor stroke recently and they halted filming her part until she gets better. Masterpiece Theater wasn’t and only British TV that was shown here in the 1970’s. The Avengers was very popular as was Riley, Ace of Spies. Of course, Dr. Who was shown here from the first episode! :-))

    *I accept no responsibility for any typos in this post*

  51. damommza

     /  October 6, 2011, correct *once* to *one* (week) and change *and* to *the* (only British TV..) then clean my glasses. ๐Ÿ˜Ž

    • In the time that Fitzroy was being used, being acknowledged as an illegitimate child of the monarch guaranteed you title, position and wealth. Bear in mind this was the period of the “Divine Right of Kings”, i.e. kings were appointed by God so whatever they did had God’s blessing.

      I assume the double title is just to make sure you tie the novel to the TV series, to try to drag in new readers. The same way Charlaine Harris’s “Sookie Stackhouse” novels all have some mention of “True Blood” on them, even though there are some major differences, or, even more ridiculously, the cross referencing of Kathy Reichs’ “Tempe Brennan” novels with the TV series “Bones” where the differences far outway the similarities.

      No, I was never into that Edwardian/Georgian soap opera, “Upstairs Downstairs”, “The Forsythe Saga” type of programme, although, as I recall, we would always have them on. But “The Avengers” I did watch and again recently when they were shown anew, and how hokey they were! Fun, but hokey.

  52. damommza

     /  October 6, 2011

    I’m sure that having sired so many “heirs” gave the king bragging rights as well. I didn’t realize that with that came title and wealth. I just assumed they kind of hid them away or they were eventaully assassinated by the first born of the king and his legal wife so there would be no threat to the throne by one of the “bastard” siblings.

    “Bones” is a terrific show but I have never read any of Reich’s books. She is the producer of the show and does some of the script writing as well. “Brennan” is portrayed in the show (although they do not specify it) as someone with Asberger’s Syndrome. Intense, focused, poor social skills, unable to pick up on facial cues, etc. They have softened her character up a great deal and now that the character is pregnant, I am interested in seeing how they are going to change her to deal with that. Do they air the series where you are?

    “Upstairs/Downstairs” was a staple at my house. Every Sunday night homework was done early and I was ready, waiting for it to come on. My mother loved it. I never watched “The Forsythe Saga” but loved “The Prisoner” with P. McNee. A few years ago they replayed all of the episodes on one of the cable channels and I watched it and STILL didn’t undertand it! My favorite “Avengers” episode was the one where “Mr. Peel” returns. You only see him from the back, at the end of the show, but he is the spitting image of “Mr. Steed”. Bowler hat, suit, walkin stick, and “Emma Peal” looks up at the window and sees “Steed” looking down at her, knowing he will never see her again. She sighs deeply then gets into the car with “Mr. Peel” and they leave. I had seen the earlier episodes with Honor Blackman (in black leather) as well. Hokey but SO much fun! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • History is not a subject I’m very informed about, but I think as kings almost always married for dynastic reasons, their mistresses could be effectively their wives of choice. And as the children of these informal relationships were specifically barred from the line of succession to the throne to show favour to the mistress and the child, titles etc would be granted.

      “Bones” is shown I think on Sky, which is a subscription service, and therefore one I don’t have, although they did show the first series on their free-to-air channel that they use to try and draw new people in. (Right at this moment “Angel” with David Boreanaz, is playing on my TV)

      “The Prisoner” like “The Avengers” is very much of it’s time. There was a “re-imaging” or “re-boot”, or whatever it is called, recently which I gather was rubbish.

    • and I completely forgot to mention we got the Like button clicked on “the one abiding sin” by Villow.

  53. damommza

     /  October 6, 2011

    You are considerably more informed on English history than I am! I’m still trying to understand the whole Henry VIII and the wives and the beheadings and the parliment and the divorce and the church thing. We just have to deal with presidents, all of whom have had mistresses but since you can’t inherit that job, people didn’t care that much. We have political dynasties (like the Kennedys) but again, just the money transfers and the illigitimate children come out in the press!

    Angel (I’ve never watched the series) is apparently on every cable channel there is. It must play simultaneously on at least 5 channels every day. It’s funny seeing D. Boreanaz on there as I switch channels since I only am familiar with him from Bones.

    Remake. That’s what it is called when they do the show again years later with a whole new cast. Both remakes of The Prisoner and The Avengers were so painfully bad, people in the theaters were laughing at all the wrong parts. They both went from “movie” to “CD” in a matter of hours!

    How awesome about Villow! I’m so glad more and more people are reading and commenting/liking your blog! :-)))

    • What they did with The Prisoner and The Avengers was in neither case a remake. A remake would require them to keep substantial amounts of the source material. The term I was looking for was “re-imagining” or “reinterpretation” in that the writers and production crew took the minimum amount necessary to still claim a relationship. In the case of The Avengers, which I have, to my eternal horror, seen I think it was the names Steed and Peel. ๐Ÿ˜ฏ

  54. damommza

     /  October 6, 2011

    LOLOLO They were so bad I think they qualify as a “re-gurgitation” !!! ๐Ÿ˜Ž

  55. damommza

     /  October 7, 2011

    Fur teh kommin Cheez Stork 20011, yoo want tu dew a klobberation uf “Awl in awl, we iz just anuver splort in teh LOL” wif me? Iz 2mawrow @ teh noon LOL. ai culd dew haf? Whut sai yoo?

    • I’ll give it a go if you want to but I can’t say I’ve really tried adapting someone else’s words, and I’m not exactly sure what this is about. I’ve got that people think there are too many non-lol lols, but what is the actual point of Cheez Stork ๐Ÿ˜•

  56. damommza

     /  October 7, 2011

    I think it’s a pardory of Woodstock where everyone gets dressed up like hippies and complains. They perodically have memorial services or holiday things where they do similar stuff. They also used to have the Monday Morning sing-a-longs. I”ve never done any of these so I figured the two of us doing it would give us strength in numbers! :-))

    I need you to translate any words into LOL that I didn’t do correctly. You are FAR better at LOLish than me!)

    sunovawot adn damommza taek to teh stayj. sunovawot is warin teh tie-dye on himz bow-tye. damommza has teh yello floofi hair wif ginormous curlys. Tehy bof warin teh tie-dye shurts wif teh raynblow kolors adn bell bottom pants. 2nite we willz b syngin Pink Floyd’s “Splort on teh LOL”

    A hush fawls ova teh krowd. Sownds of fut steps fyll teh stage….

    Less Lol’s kummin ova teh oshun…
    leavin just a meh more e
    kolleckshun dwindlin in teh album
    troll what’d yoo leeve behynd 4 me?
    HEY, TROLL, what’d yoo leeve behynd 4 me??
    Awl it wuz iz just annuver SPLORTS in teh LOL
    awl ai want iz juz moer splots in teh lol!

    What do you think?? :-)))

  57. damommza

     /  October 7, 2011

    shoulkd be “splorts ON teh wall* nawt *in teh wall*

    part 2

    We downt want no pink shoe laces
    We downt need no LOL kontrol
    No dark sad hue mer in teh cheezland
    Trolls, leave tehm LOLs alone
    HEY, TROLLS, leave tehm LOLs alone
    Awl in awl iz jus anuvver SPLORT on teh LOL
    Awl yoo iz, iz just anuvver SPLORT on teh LOL

  58. damommza

     /  October 7, 2011

    you could do part 3, then have us give some waves and a short speech about LOL power or something then you can make my part sound better *snerk* by korrekting all teh meh roars.and tygors :-))) then we can sign autographs. No, we are too good for that. We’ll just wave to the fans and get back in our limo! ๐Ÿ˜Ž We are only posing for ONE picture. We aren’t getting paid enough for more! :-)))

    I don’t need no arms around me
    And I dont need no drugs to calm me.
    I have seen the writing on the wall.
    Don’t think I need anything at all.
    No! Don’t think I’ll need anything at all.
    All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
    All in all you were all just bricks in the wall. could do part 3:

  59. damommza

     /  October 7, 2011

    If you are TTI time, then it’s the noon LOL + 8 so it’s 8pm your time. I am Eastern time so it’s noon + 3 = 3pm (which makes sense since our times are 5 hours apart).

    ps..the last line above, where it says “could do part 3” on the bottom line is part of the first line that attached itself when I pasted the test. Just ignore.

  60. damommza

     /  October 7, 2011

    Well, Ai onlee did haf (tehr’s 4 parts) butt (!) if yoo think iz gudgudgud, ai wyll do teh uvver haf adn postify! :-)) Heer goes! -))))


    • A first! I’ve written a short song for Cheez Stork and you’re doing your adaption, but NOW I’ve written the start of a poem that you can add to, to make a joint effort, if you like :-

      i wanderd 4 a lieftiem
      til ai fownd tihs playse
      doent noe hao ai’d mannij
      if ai didnt haz tihs spayse

      itz givven me a lieflien
      4 wen ai’m feelin bloo
      ai’l wayst a happee howr
      playin along wif yoo

      • damommza

         /  October 7, 2011



        tihs plase iz warm adn kmofy
        ai’m alwayz welcum heer
        lyke kummin hoem fur fwendship
        it bryngs me sush gud cheer!

        adn wehn ai haz a saded
        or may bee feelin bloo
        jus luk frew tis heer ‘puter
        ai’ll b wavin strate at yoo!

  61. damommza

     /  October 7, 2011

    Wuld yoo b inkerdibly kynd adn chek fur typos adn mis-lols?

    If yoo sai iz ok, ai postify! :-))

  62. damommza

     /  October 7, 2011

    Iz doen sew yoo sai if iz ok tu postify on heer fur yoo tu luk @ tehn yoo cna delete if iz ok.

  63. damommza

     /  October 7, 2011

    Tell me if iz gudgudgud! ๐Ÿ™‚

    damommza taeks to teh stayj wif hers yello floofi hair wif ginormous curlys warin teh tie-dye shurt wif teh raynblow kolors adn bell botawms. 2nite ai willz b syngin Pink Floydโ€™s โ€œSplort on teh LOLโ€

    A hush fawls ova teh krowd. Sownds of martian feet fyll teh stayjโ€ฆ.

    “Less Lolโ€™s kummin akroz teh oshunโ€ฆ
    leavin jus a meh more eeeee
    kolleckshuns dwindlin in teh album
    troll whutโ€™d yoo leeve behynd 4 me?
    HEY, TROLL, whutโ€™d yoo leeve behynd 4 me??
    Awl it wuz iz juz annuver SPLORTS on teh LOL

    Awl ai wantz iz juz moer SPLORTS on teh LOL!

    We downt want no pink chew laces
    We downt need no LOL kontrol
    No dark sad hue mer in teh cheezland
    Trolls, leev tehm LOLs alone
    HEY, TROLLS, leev tehm LOLs alone
    Awl in awl iz jus anuvver SPLORT on teh LOL
    Awl yoo iz, iz just anuvver SPLORT on teh LOL

    Ai downt needz no trolls arownd me
    N ai downt needz no memes to hownd me.
    Ai haz seen teh SPLORTING on teh LOL.
    Dunt tihnk ai needz anyfhin @ awl.
    No! Dunโ€™t tihnk ai needz anyfin @ awl.
    Awl n awl iz just splorts on teh LOL.
    Awl n awl yoo we’er awl jus SPLORTS on teh LOL!”

    damommza frows baloonies tu teh krowd, waves teh floofy paws adn de parts teh stayj.

    • lolspeak’ being as individual as it is idiosyncratic’ all I am doing is looking for points where you’ve used different spellings etc.

      verse 1 “Lol”, “LOL” everywhere else

      verses 1 line 6 possibly singular “SPLORT” instead of plural

      verse 1 line 2 “leavin”; lines 4 & 5 “leeve”; verse 2 lines 4 & 5 “leev”

      verse 3 line 4 “Dunt”, line 5 “Dun’t”

      verse 3 line 6 “splorts”, but capitalised everywhere else

      Now, do you want to post our joint work or should I?

      • damommza

         /  October 7, 2011

        OH!! Thank you so much!! I will make the corrections and postify today at the “show”! :-))

        You may post our joint work!! We haz teh BEST klobberashun adn this is your first beginning and my first ending!!! *ear piercing Squeee..please to protect ears* :-)))))))

    • You’re welcome. Seems we are making a bid to monopolise Cheez Stork, one yours, one mine and one ours ๐Ÿ˜€

  64. damommza

     /  October 7, 2011

    ..and they all have your eyes and my smile! :-))))) *giggle*

  65. damommza

     /  October 7, 2011

    Cheez Stork 20011 wuz a sukses, ifinkso! :-))

  66. damommza

     /  October 12, 2011

    *As always, inspired by one of our conversations…

    locked in this bookstore
    alone, by myself
    thousands of books and
    I own every shelf

    I could learn cooking
    or facts by the score
    or visit Narnia
    or hand-buid a door

    romance and travel
    sail all the great seas
    gardening and landscape
    so I could grow peas!

    your turn ๐Ÿ™‚

    • find all the secrets
      buried in the past
      join Captain Aubrey
      serve before the mast

      go with a hobbit
      to see fabled lands
      find a dragon’s horde
      hold it in my hands

      any bookshop is
      filled with dreams and more
      vilest of villains
      heroes by the score

      animals that talk
      lands you’ll never see
      truths you never knew
      to set your mind free

      every kind of fact
      you could ever need
      all you have to do
      is learn how to read

      the first two of my verses can be done with any books making this poem however long you like, just slide in a few more ๐Ÿ˜€

  67. damommza

     /  October 12, 2011

    *hold it in my hands*

    sleuth with Sherlock Holmes
    rhyme with Dr. Seuss
    read the compormise
    at The Christmas Truce

    walk with Stephan King
    down the long Green Mile
    don’t forget Garfield
    sure to make you smile

    *any bookstore is*

    This truly expresses how you and I feel about books!! It’s a 10x “clappity clappity” and more! :-))))

  68. damommza

     /  October 14, 2011

    silence, like the clash of thunder
    fills the spaces of my dreams
    overflows my self awareness
    voids the sounds of my own screams

    searching for a single note to
    indicate I am alive
    simple sound, a tone, a fragment
    without this I won’t survive

    thoughts like flattened balloons gather
    insulating my own brain
    stifle all their sounds of laughter
    sealing in my sounds of pain

    your turn!

    • watching as through walls of cut glass
      see lips move and strain to hear
      but i’m caught in webs of silence
      that scream of doom and echo fear

      are there words to describe freedom
      are there songs to conquer pain
      are there paths beyond the silence
      or is my striving all in vain

  69. damommza

     /  October 14, 2011

    *sigh*..once again, perfect notes. We sing in harmony…. ๐Ÿ™‚ For each poem we write, I think..”I like this one the best”..and then we write again and, like having another child, I love them all so much!

    (and I spell checked his time) :-))

    • Are you sure you “spell checked his time” ๐Ÿ˜† I spent ages trying to write a sixth verse before realising that it wasn’t needed. You’d think I would have noticed by now, if the verse is too @%&!?ing hard to write, does it need writing in the first place? ๐Ÿ˜€

  70. damommza

     /  October 14, 2011

    *DOH* Did I leave typos again?? LOLOL

    You are correct. There is no 6th verse that could expand upon or add to your superb 5th verse. It ends in exactly the right place! You are just a damn fine poet!

  71. damommza

     /  October 15, 2011

    as I sit here in the early
    two warm bodies flank my sides
    they wake and trail me down the stairs
    wagging tails and sleepy eyes

    they have no recall of the time
    locked in cages soon to die
    their former owners quickly left
    never “good” in their “good”bye

    now trembling, fearful, with out hope
    faces pressed against the bars
    I walked through corridors of death
    can my love heal all their scars?

    your turn!

    I’m off to a wool and sheep show for more wool to fill my coffers so I can knit the fates of all humankind. *GRIN*

    • I’m not sure if I caught where you were going with this, but here’s my offering to the Fates:

      i’m not Doctor Dolittle
      speaking “Kitty” beyond my art
      but it doest take shared language
      to embrace another’s heart

      and i would take each one of them
      and hold it to my breast
      but we have chosen each other
      i can only pray for the rest

      and life is still before you
      though fear is all you’ve known
      bars are not the only barriers
      you must face before you’ve grown

      but time and love and food and warmth
      have left those ghosts behind
      each day we touch each other
      and each day our hearts say “mine!”

  72. damommza

     /  October 15, 2011

    I never know where I am going, that’s why I let you drive (the poem) :-))) I have 3 rescues and they all crowd around me in the early morning, each wanting to be on my lap and on my feet and by my side. All were rescued off of “death row” and all now very much loved. So, I started the poem with that thought while they all crowded around me trying watching me type and then you took the thought and made it work, as you always do! :-)) Lovely poem, kind Sir! :-))

  73. damommza

     /  October 15, 2011

    *trying TO watch me type*. One should be a seeing eye dog ifinkso! *giggle*

    • Spot the typo in my verses (no prizes awarded ๐Ÿ™‚ ) And spot that I navigated away from this page without noticing that I hadn’t actually posted my reply, so had to come creeping back and write a new comment! ๐Ÿ˜†

  74. damommza

     /  October 15, 2011



    • Repeat after me — “I only make typos because I’m busy composing the next line whilst typing this one. If I thought slower it wouldn’t be a problem! STN!” ๐Ÿ˜€

  75. damommza

     /  October 15, 2011

    What he said.. *nods*.. *giggle* or, for an ossum typo…*google* LOLOLO

  76. damommza

     /  October 15, 2011

    *runs wif a kwikness to follow link*.. LOLOLOOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

    I can never “UNSEE” that!! LOLO

    *rinses branium wif bleech*

  77. damommza

     /  October 15, 2011

    What was that?? LOOL Was it..TROLL LOL LOL LOL???? LOLOLO

  78. damommza

     /  October 16, 2011

    No mount of seltzer OR bleach will ever clear that from my I’m stuck wtih “A Horse with No Name” (that I hummed in my sleep) and a troll singing LOLing….. :LOL:

    • I admit it! I snuck and had a look this morning, just to get the lyric of course โ— ๐Ÿ˜ฏ ๐Ÿ˜†

      Let’s see which “wurm” is stronger:

      โ™ฏโ™ช I was riding through the desert…โ™ฌโ™ฏ ๐Ÿ˜€

  79. damommza

     /  October 16, 2011

    OH!! The “Horse with no name” worm is MUCH stronger. That wurm has been eating my branium all night!!

    “After nine dayes, I left let the horse run free,
    Cuz the desert had turned to sea…. ” (sounds like my backyard!) ๐Ÿ˜Ž ๐Ÿ˜ฏ

    • I think I’ll go along with you on that:

      โ™ฏโ™ฌ the ocean is a desert with it’s life underground โ™ซโ™ช
      โ™ฌโ™ซ and a perfect disguise above…โ™ฏโ™ฌ

      (no garden in my flat)

      What typo? ๐Ÿ˜†

  80. damommza

     /  October 16, 2011

    Under the city, lies a heart made of ground
    But the humans wil give it no love…

    sunovawot and damommza do a duet on the chorus…

    “You see I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
    it felt good to be out of the rain.
    In the desert you can remember your name,
    ‘cuz there ain’t no one for to give you no pain..”

    *disco ball drops from the ceiling…zippos sway in the dark…peeps hum along with us..sitting under blankets..looking up at the stars* (where did the disco ball drop from in this giant open field?) ๐Ÿ˜ฏ

  81. damommza

     /  October 16, 2011

    *iz typo konvenshun at teh konsert ifinkso* ๐Ÿ™‚

  82. damommza

     /  October 16, 2011

    Well, whose voice did you think that was?? I’m the one playing the acoustic guitar accompaying you so it MUST be you! :-))) I only sing with you when you are doing the chorus and the LA LA LAAAA LA LA LAAASSSS when the audience LA’s along with us. Like we did it in ehearsal. When I typed it as “REhearsal” ๐Ÿ˜ณ

    • Uh-huh, even I don’t want to be in the room with me when I’m singing. I couldn’t carry a tune if it was hog-tied and put in a sack. Songwriters take injuction out banning me from approaching their material. ๐Ÿ˜€

  83. damommza

     /  October 16, 2011

    Damommza hands the acoustic guitar (pre-programmed-just press the button) to sunovawat and instructs him NAWT TU SING, FANKIES then sings A Horse with No Name while sunovawot presses THE BUTTON and accompanies damommza on the song and the people sing LA LA LAAAA LAAAA LA LA LA LAAAAAA. The songwriters approves of this. *snerk*

    • ๐Ÿ˜€ I was going to suggest I mime the words, but even my miming has been known to empty whole buildings ๐Ÿ˜€

  84. damommza

     /  October 16, 2011

    *hands sunovawot several big cards with all the words on them with the instructions to hold up the correct card while I sing*

    The songwriters meet and, once again, approve of this decision. ๐Ÿ˜Ž


    • ๐Ÿ˜€ that’ll work (though it might not if I wrote the words down) ๐Ÿ˜€

      PS., We got a like from villow on “time heals”

  85. damommza

     /  October 16, 2011

    Ai hazin teh kards pre-prynted adn PROOOOOOOFED bai teh FYNEST aunty-typo adjencee in teh TII adn teh YOO ESS AYYY tu enshooor korrekt spelling ADN pro nun see nashun fur teh crouds adn their CLAPPITY CLAPPITY satis fakshun! *snerk*

    YAYYYYY and *dansdansdans* for the *like* from Miz Villow! :-))))

    • villow is, if we go by “likes” (and we really must as there is no other measure), our biggest fan ๐Ÿ˜€

  86. damommza

     /  October 16, 2011

    We need a “like” button for us to “like” her! ๐Ÿ™‚

  87. damommza

     /  October 16, 2011

    I didn’t even know she HAD a blog!! Why am I the last to hear everything?? *huffs* LOLOOL *giggle*

    Going to look at it now! :-))

    • I think the word for it is “bucolic”. It describes a kind of life that I can enjoy reading about but would terrify me to live. ๐Ÿ˜€

  88. damommza

     /  October 16, 2011

    :-)) I visited and read her poems. They are lovely and it’s nice to see her face too! I think I could live anywhere as long as I had internet access, a fireplace and wool to knit. Sandwiches would be helpful too! :-))

    • Having been brought up in small towns where everybody knows all their neighbours business, I can assure cities allow for a much greater degree of anonimity. ๐Ÿ˜€

  89. damommza

     /  October 16, 2011

    I grew up in the city and always wanted to live in a small town and now I live in the “suburbs” but it’s still pretty private here. The neighbors are respectful and boundries exist so some people are very friendly and some people are distant but they all respect your privacy. They always ask first BEFORE they kayak through your backyard. :-)) We do have “A Mayor”. Every block has a mayor. He/she is the person who wants to know everyone’s business at all times. I usualy ignore their questions! :-))

    • I’ve lived in the same flat for oooh about elebenty years now. Of my neighbours I know approximately none of them by name, one or two I’m familiar enough with to nod to in passing. And in the cold, hard, city, if you don’t make, or respond to, friendly gestures, they are rarely repeated. From experience I would say if you require friendship or acquaintance, but are not sure how to obtain it, live in a small town or village. If you are not looking for relationships of any stripe then the city is definitely the place to be. ๐Ÿ˜€

  90. damommza

     /  October 16, 2011

    Elebenty years? You don’t look that old! ๐Ÿ™‚

    I think in the big cities the population is greater and people move in and out more. In smaller towns, the population is relatively stable and you have “neighbors” and backyards and fences to hang off of and stare at you. The comings and goings are more visible so people probably are more aware of eveything you do. In a city like New York, the populaton is so great and so many people live on each floor or a building that the only time you would actually see them is if you were in the elevator at the same time.

    I have the kind of face that has a perpetual smile on it. If there were 100 people standing in a room, at some point they would all turn to me an say OHAI. Little old ladies follow me, dogs and cats too. Small children climb up my leg, men wink. I have that kind of look. Someone once told me I had a “fluffy aura” LOL

    • You’re right, and for those of us who are aware of it and are looking for that anonimity then the city is always the place to be. I just feel a bit sorry for those less socially adept types who are seeking companionship but get lost in the crowd.

      As for faces, demons blench and grown men have been known to cry on seeing my face, small children (and some more nervous adults) wet themselves and vicious animals flee. ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

  91. damommza

     /  October 16, 2011



    You are SUCH a liar..No demon has ever “blenched” on seeing your face! LOLOLOLOLO (can’t verify the vicious animals fleeing though) :-)))

    • Why wouldn’t demons blench? It’s a perfectly good word. And besides I always tell the truth except when I’m lying! ๐Ÿ˜ˆ ๐Ÿ˜†

  92. damommza

     /  October 17, 2011

    I’m dying here from laughing. I did not know that BLENCH was a word! I thought you meant BLANCH and made a typo!!! LOLOLOL I never heard the word blench before so I just looked it up when you wrote back!! It’s a real word!! I’m sorry!! LOLO *wipes the tears from laughing so hard* I thought you meant demons turned white (blanched) with fear! LLOLOLO It’s listed as an English word, that is why I never heard of it!! LOLOLO *sniffs from laughing*.

    “to shy away, as in fear; quail”
    (Old English)

    I dont believe that any demon has ever blenched either!!! :-)))

    • To be fair, I’ve never heard it said, only seen it written down ๐Ÿ™‚ And, to be even fairer, I’ve never met a demon, but I DO fully expect that to be what happens ๐Ÿ˜€ And, to be so fair it’s off the scale, “blench” can also be a variant spelling of “blanch”, although, obviously, that wasn’t how I was using it ๐Ÿ˜†

  93. damommza

     /  October 17, 2011

    And I don’t believe adults wet themselves..just the children did…maybe…. LOLOLOO

  94. damommza

     /  October 17, 2011

    You are now officially “The fairest of them all”! LOLOL

    You should have seen the look on my face when I realized it was a word! LOL I have never read it, seen it or heard it before.

    I found this on it: “Middle English blenchen, from Old English blencan, to deceive; see bhel-1 in Indo-European roots, variant: blanch”

    If you meet any demons, I suggest you use my technique of continuous typos. Refer to the “demon” as a “delete” and POOF..he will be gone! Blenched forever! :-)))

  95. Here is the link, but here also are the verses… mille excuses, I “borrowed” your cadence from your post “prisoner” to carry on the same “tune” as the initial discussion. ๐Ÿ™‚ I welcome your views!
    Actually, for the past half hour I have had your cadence in my ears, reminds me of the melody to the final song from a film somewhere… *racks brain* (first on the list)

    Magic Waltzing (17 Oct 2011)

    The waltz floats across the dance floor
    and she looks into his eyes
    as she puts her hand in his hand
    and across the floor they glide.

    Turning, turning to the music
    with each note a step to grace,
    Shyness, awkwardness forgotten
    leaving wonder in that space.

    Her hand lightly on his shoulder
    his hand lightly on her waist,
    There is magic in this dancing,
    No perfection can replace.

    • damommza

       /  October 17, 2011

      Villow this is beautiful and matches the cadence perfectly! (first worked should be *they*?) It almost reads like a waltz! ๐Ÿ™‚

      • damommza

         /  October 17, 2011

        ..first *word* (not *worked*) ๐Ÿ™‚

      • Thanks! a dance theme is interesting. The cadence is not really the 1-2-3 of a Strauss waltz, but could be perhaps waltzed to… aaaaannnnd I have figured out the music I was trying to remember… the Ouverture to the film “Alamo” (the one with J Wayne) : 13 days of glory…

      • hmm strange nesting. Well, I see what you mean by “they” as the first word, tho my idea was the music floating, not the dancers, but inviting the dancers to dance… *goes back to look at that some more*

    • As with my vacillating over “passion rises” and “passions rise” I could argue either way for your first line to read “The waltz floats across the dance floor” as it is written, or “The waltz floats ‘cross the dance floor”. On a strict syllable count the first version is correct, but I find it running slightly smoother in the second. In either case it is a tiny quibble over what is a lovely poem. ๐Ÿ˜€

      • damommza

         /  October 17, 2011 bad! Sorry! I totally misread the first line as “they float, waltz across..” and now went back and re-read it. It certainly should NOT be “THEY”. It is correct as you wrote it.

        I’m getting new glasses next week. This has been a problem for a few weeks now. My arms just aren’t long enough for the fine print! :-)))

  96. *curtseys to both of you*
    thanks very much, yes, I can see both ways as well for that first line.
    *hums the tune*

    ahhh glasses, I know what you mean… I need to go get some too! lol…

    Am off now to put down something that just came into my head… ๐Ÿ™‚

  97. damommza

     /  October 18, 2011

    Clinks my coffee cup against yours…uses teh floofy paw tu rub teh sleep owt uf mai eyez…

    I thought about how I write last night but it wasn’t really how I write. The mechanics were not important, it’s what I think about when I do write. So this morning, while thinking, it all came to me in a flash. You are the “HE” and the “Captain” in this poem and I had to fudge “on” and “sun” a bit (to make it rhyme) as the “sun” is for itself and your name. This is exactly how I write and when we collaborate, this is how it feels to me.It is not need to steer the ship, chart your course, and bring us both home..

    Awake at dusk, I check the wind speed
    don my sweater, scarf and hat
    board the boat he will be sailing
    chart my course upon the map

    as thoughts and feelings stir the waters
    words, themselves, call out to me
    hunger, loss, a time of mourning
    bubble in this endless sea

    I cast my nets on blue green water
    eager for the words I’ll find
    dancing verbs and humble pronouns
    pulled up from this salty brine

    suddenly standing right before me
    scenes of shock and awe and dread
    I trim my sails and change my tack
    seek out calmer shores instead

    and from the bottom of this netting
    slippery as a moray eel
    is the one word I’ve been seeking
    the word that fills me with zeal

    and now the rhyming starts in earnest
    twill and will and why and sky
    colors bright and dancing moonlight
    fill my heart and please my eye

    the course now set, the story growing
    Captain comes to steer us on
    he adds a rich voice that enchants
    warming like the rising sun

    • tack and veer on winds unbounded
      charted course left far behind
      search for clues to thoughts unspoken
      trawl the depths of subconscious mind

      these are waters never sailed on
      these are currents yet unlearned
      this is what makes sailing worth while
      this is a joy not to be spurned

      what’s this voyage we’ve embarked on
      is there reason to our plan
      are we guided, are we storm tossed
      had we a chart when we began…

      …the only thing that ever mattered
      is to speak with one’s own voice
      when that truth has been accepted
      then the poet can rejoice!

  98. damommza

     /  October 18, 2011

    *oops…delete “that” from “Is the one word that I’ve been seeking” one too many beats.. (5th stanza, 3rd line)

  99. damommza

     /  October 18, 2011

    CLAPPITY CLAPPITY!! and a hearty BRAVO! You have brought us “home”…I can feel the breeze and smell the water now..*clinks my 2nd cup with yours*

  100. damommza

     /  October 19, 2011

    I started thinking I’m becoming my own Halloween costume! :-)))

    ai yoosed tu haz a happytails
    ebbery weher ai wnet
    butt (!) naow ai’m so mush owlder
    mai yoof iz awl butt (!) spent

    teh fings taht yoosed tu b eezy
    haz stahrted tu get hard
    naow ai cna nawt tush teh floowr
    ai need a “get yung” kard!

    adn wehn ai taek mai goggles off
    mai skyn iz smoove adn yung
    butt (!) wehn ai put tehm bak on
    ai’m rinkled az mai tung

    mai teef aer getting snaggel lee
    mai heerings getting dull
    mai skin hsa bekom so thin
    mai hed luks lyke a skull

    Your turn!!! ๐Ÿ˜Ž

    • iz nott taht ayjin bovverz me
      ai’v cum tu turmz wif taht
      if ai wunt tu keep mai hed warm
      ai noe tu wer a hat

      if ai wunt tu go owt warkin
      ai noe tu tayk mai cayn
      if ai need tu do sum finkin
      fynd sumwun wif a brayn

      butt tehse ar awl such tynee fings
      doent wurry me noe moer
      wif ayj cumz compensayshuns
      tu even up teh scoer

      tehrez noe wun telz me wot tu do
      adn hao ai shood be tihn
      goin tu bedz a pleshur
      adn gettin up a win

  101. damommza

     /  October 19, 2011


    The last stanza made me laugh out loud!!!

    You are full of win and ossum. Oh yesh yoo aer!!! :-))))))

    *fynd sumwun wif a brayn* LOLOLOLOLO clappity clappity x 50!!!!

  102. damommza

     /  October 20, 2011

    From our conversation about speaking LOLish, a powem showed up in my head! :-)) Here’s my half!

    there’s people that speak Spanish
    some can speak Latin too
    teh kittehs adn teh goggies
    cna speek LOLish, cna yoo?

    some people are bi-lingual
    from learning done is school
    butt(!) teh langwich ai’m speekin
    iz langwich taht iz kewl!

    everyone is texting now
    they type in simple code
    butt(!) yoo cna sya anyfin
    no feer u mite eggsplowd!

    there’s poets who write sonnets
    musicians that compose
    wehn ai’m in teh ritin mood
    mai LOLish bee komes prose

    your turn! ๐Ÿ™‚

    • the songwriter has his lyrics
      the author writes his tomes
      ai sae tehir welcum tu tehm
      ai haz mai lollish pomes

      when I go to see my Doctor
      she talks medicalese
      butt(!) in teh wurld of Lolspeak
      ai’v kittehs, splorts adn skwees

      it’s not that there’s a right way
      (or write way should that be?)
      iz juss taht tihs iz hao
      mai cheezfrends tork tu me

      • damommza

         /  October 20, 2011

        APPLOL SAUCE!!!!!!! How do yoo do it??? *or write way that should be?* is simply superb!!!!

        Ai lubslubslubs it!!! :-))

        Funny how one single line of conversation becomes a poem!!! :-)))

  103. damommza

     /  October 20, 2011


  104. damommza

     /  October 20, 2011

    ooooops..”kewl” LOL

  105. damommza

     /  October 20, 2011

    SQUEEE!!!! A Parent Lee yoo adn ai aer sharin a braynium!! *snerk* Taht an swords mai spelying kwestshuns!! :-))

  106. damommza

     /  October 22, 2011

    Good morning (here) and Good Afternoon (there)…clinks coffee mug to yours…

    Inspired by Halloween, a good mystery I saw last night and “murder most foul” (I almost typed “fowl” LOLO) and feeling both devilish AND spooky at this moment..this came to me…

    laying under golden oak
    as leaves come tumbling down
    I am but a memory
    beneath this cursรจd ground (I’m pronouncing cursed as cur-sed)

    how long have I searched for peace
    I cannot say I know
    blistered by the scorching sun
    left shivering with the snow

    weeping widows kneel beside
    cold, silent slabs of stone
    no one ever visits me
    they don’t know where I’ve gone

    there are no markers showing
    the entrance to my crypt
    buried in the dead of night
    my soul, from me, was stripped

    your turn!!

    • what hero’s blade or coward’s kiss
      laid me beneath this earth
      i have no memory of life
      of love, of peace, of mirth

      was i the kind of person
      who will be missed by all
      or some detested monster
      no one to mourn my fall

      though storms may rage above me
      i have no strength to fight
      the fast grip of this my tomb
      to touch, once more, the light

      i would call upon the gods
      if it were not in vain
      to lay their hands upon me
      to let me breath again

      to seek an answer out there
      among the quick,the brave
      among the lives still burning
      whose hand gave me my grave

  107. damommza

     /  October 22, 2011

    *delete the #6, that’s my syllable count marker that I left by accident

  108. damommza

     /  October 22, 2011

    OOOHHH *shivers* so dark, so evol, so GUDGUDGUD!!!!!! Can this be another “the best one we ever wrote”? I’ll say it wif akwyetness…. *aifinkso* ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

    To make it consistant, pleeze to change mai capitlol “I”s to lower kase to match yoors!

  109. damommza

     /  October 22, 2011

    I try to make it more general so that you can take it in any direction you choose. It actually gives the poems greater depth this way because then both of us are not tied into an obvious ending. Sometimes I am thinking one thing and you end up somewhere else and I say..YES! That makes so much more sense!

    • I appreciate it, it would be a lot less interesting for me if I was tied into a defined structure ๐Ÿ˜€

      (I managed to find out how to increase the levels of nesting, so you can reply to a reply to a reply etc to avoid confusion ๐Ÿ˜€ )

      • damommza

         /  October 22, 2011

        This does make it less confusing! ๐Ÿ™‚ WordPress and I, alas, still are having our differences. Sometimes it knows me and other times it tells me I cannot subscribe because I am using the link that is unique to “damommza”. Apparently, it believes I have stolen her laptop and am subscribing her to various nefarious sites. ๐Ÿ˜›

        • As long as you’re clicking on “Notify me of follow-up comments via email” it shouldn’t give you any trouble ๐Ÿ˜• But my knowledge of WordPress is somewhat less than my knowledge of String Theory! ๐Ÿ˜€

          • damommza

             /  October 22, 2011

            That’s what I do and about 80% of the time it says..”your subscritption has been activated”. The rest of the time it says..”your subscription has not been activated. This link is for damommza @myemail and NOT YOU, CREEPY IMPERSONATOR!” Well, maybe not the last part. ๐Ÿ™‚ String theory in a nutshell: you only break your shoelace when you do not have another pair of laces somewhere. Really. Look it up. ๐Ÿ˜›

  110. damommza

     /  October 24, 2011

    you feel the scratch
    in the back of your throat
    80 degrees out
    but you need a fur coat

    your head, it pounds
    your whole nose has turned red
    all you can do
    is to just stay in bed

    you hear the whine
    it’s the sound of your voice
    but you don’t have a choice

    you try to type
    with eyes stuck together
    you’re stuck in bed
    in beautiful weather

    too sick to go on….finish it for me…*croak*..stuffs tissues up nose…. *snerk*

    • it’s someone’s fault
      i swear i’ll get even
      as soon as i
      can control my breathing

      the doctor said
      it is only a chill
      she’ll get it too
      when i’m no longer ill

      other half’s left
      going shopping he said
      if i get well
      then he’s going to get dead

      if you’ve got a harp
      get ready to pluck it
      it’s not long now
      ’til i kick the bucket

      well what d’you know
      my temperature’s dropping
      now where’s my axe
      i’m going out chopping

  111. damommza

     /  October 24, 2011

    *peeks out from under blanket* AI Lubs it!! It made me laugh, in between the coughing. I have no fever and I’ll probably be better tomorrow but today is floofy slippers, tea and lots of toast and egg.

    “if you’ve got a harp, get ready to pluck it” LOLOLOLOLOLO ๐Ÿ˜€

    *crawls back under blanket with tissue and sneezes* 0.o

  112. damommza

     /  October 25, 2011

    Every stanza starts with “and”, 8/8/8/4 beat count, last line of each stanza starts with “W”

    and as I walk through fields alone
    shrub to my knees and bits of stone
    I’ve ceased my longing by the phone
    where have you gone?

    and there were times, not long ago
    shared secrets only we would know
    I swear I never thought you’d go
    why did you leave?

    and did I throw it all away
    because of what you found that day
    should I have tried to make you stay
    will you come back?

    your turn! (ai ser tif fly taht ai haz nawt sneezed on tihs heer mon a toor)

    • and will this sorrow never end
      is there no hope that fate can send
      to lose a lover and a friend
      what have I done?

      and are there moves that I can make
      is there a hope for future’s sake
      some necessary step to take
      why not grasp hope?

      and is there a moment I can seize
      if I approach upon my knees
      and add hot tears to all my pleas
      will begging serve?

      and yet I’ll take a moment’s thought
      can love be true if it were bought
      as if the truth itself were nought
      what fool am I?

      and so I’ll do then as I must
      in truth and honour place my trust
      and pray our love is not yet dust
      wait on your word!

  113. damommza

     /  October 25, 2011

    APPLOLSAUCE!!!! I was waiting to see how this ends!!! I love that I don’t know and then you come up with great endings..SO SO GREAT!!! The whole poem flows so well, it’s seamless (and possbily the best! LOL)

    Clappity-clappity!!! I love this!!! I wrote the first verse all at once, not knowing where I was going, then counted the syllables and said..Hmm..then I continued and realized that all the first lines started with “and” and all the last started with “w’ and I thought…”ah-ha!! :-)) and then I thought..HOW WILL THIS END?????? ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

    • I wrote the verses in the order shown so I didn’t know how it was going to end until I got there. I did know the last line would have to be a statement, not a question though. And then having reached the end I did I had to go back and edit my earlier verses for the ending to fit.

  114. damommza

     /  October 25, 2011

    Isn’t it interesting how neither of us knows where it is going to end but when it gets there, it’s always at the right place. Did I give you enough leeway with this one? I know the structure was well defined but the plot lines were limitless!

  115. damommza

     /  October 25, 2011

    Wrote you back already!! *snerk*! ๐Ÿ™‚

  116. damommza

     /  October 26, 2011

    Ai hazza powem fur yoo tihs fyne krisp mowrning. Ai do nawt know weher tihs is gowing, so much moar teh fun! :-))

    so what does fire taste like?
    I wondered as a I stared
    flames licking me with long tongues
    it must taste like despair.

    I know I’ve kissed the devil
    at first it warmed my soul
    but then it melted my heart
    and left me feeling cold

    it dances and it mocks me
    bright lights and promises
    of pure warmth everlasting
    of white hot nights ahead

  117. damommza

     /  October 26, 2011

    Iz YOOOOOOOR turn! ๐Ÿ˜Ž

    • it’s call to me unbroken
      it’s reach beyond my own
      and though I dearly want to
      I can’t leave it alone

      it speaks in every language
      with each fiery breath
      tales of my damnation
      it’s final message, death

      so what does fire taste like?
      I have no way to tell
      but soon I’ll find my answer
      in the burning pits of Hell

    • Your first two verse pretty much rhymed so I decided to stick with that formation, and I just noticed I failed to capitalise my “i”s again, so I’ll just correct that ๐Ÿ˜€

      • damommza

         /  October 26, 2011

        Our comments crossed!! Always feel free to change our letters to match, in either upper of lower case. This is a very good poem. I am always excited to see which direction you steer our poem in. ๐Ÿ˜€

  118. damommza

     /  October 26, 2011

    oops..*wondered as I stared*

  119. damommza

     /  October 26, 2011

    *big googly eyes*. I didn’t know it was going to go there but YESH..Of course! It’s the story of obsession and addiction…It’s all the bad things that suck you in and you just stand there, like a deer caught in the headlights and you want it and you want to get away but can’t!! (this is how I interpret it)This poem is GREAT!!! I have goosebumps from this one!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ x elebenty-leben!

    *still re-reading it cuz it gives me the chills* SO GOOD!!!!

    • I had no idea what I was writing about, but an addiction or obsession fits. I read your bit several times, had no idea what to do with it, so I went off to do other things and left it percolating. When I came back to it, this is where my subconscious took me. ๐Ÿ˜€

  120. damommza

     /  October 26, 2011

    I had no idea where I was going either. That’s what makes it so good. You took the essence of the poem (which was probably about obsession and addiction to begin with) and expanded on it so everyone can relate!! Like coffee..sometimes you have to let it percolate to get the oil from the bean, otherwise it just taste like marbles! :-))) I REALLY, REALLY like this one!!!

  121. damommza

     /  October 26, 2011


  122. i’ve come up with odd lines, i know it
    but really i wonder if i can go
    one drunken night
    as far as to write
    “scaramouche, will you do the fandango?”

  123. damommza

     /  October 27, 2011

    and when I awoke from that terrible dream
    I realized with horror at what had been
    I lookd out the window
    and there is the snow
    while drunk I had bought a brand new Durango!

  124. damommza

     /  October 27, 2011


  125. damommza

     /  October 27, 2011

    When listen’n to Mercury’s solo
    and trying to dance by it so slow
    put the drink down
    cease fooling around
    and stop waltzing and just do the tango!

  126. damommza

     /  October 27, 2011

    a metaphorical seasonal poem for you (well, only have to finish it off)! ๐Ÿ™‚

    from the barren bark it peeks
    bits of green in feathery streaks
    life has started fresh, anew
    and so is this life fresh for you

    more light comes and with it show’rs
    from the ground, spring forth the flowers
    feeling good you sprint the miles
    now life is good and all is smiles

    then the heat is on your back
    you have to push to run the track
    more behind you running fast
    before too long they will have passed

    • and as you slow into a crawl
      but yet you stumble into fall
      as those you raced slow and still
      in your bones there grows a chill

      your hair greys and eyes grow dull
      your face is but a living skull
      your heart ceases to make a sound
      and so they lay you in the ground

      and for a season we will mourn
      until, with spring, the child is born…

  127. damommza

     /  October 27, 2011

    CLAPPITY!!!! Best line? “Stumble (fall) into fall!!! dansdansdans!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

  128. damommza

     /  October 29, 2011

    “Inga: Werewolf!
    Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Werewolf?
    Igor: There.
    Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: What?
    Igor: There, wolf. There, castle.
    Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: Why are you talking that way?
    Igor: I thought you wanted to.
    Dr. Frederick Frankenstein: No, I don’t want to.
    Igor: [shrugs] Suit yourself. I’m easy.”
    Young Frankenstein….1974…..

    dusk is the time when sunlight is leaving
    and nightmares begin to awake
    the glow of my skin turns yellow and sick
    and moonlight becomes a mistake

    safety of vision is fogged by the dark
    as shadows block every escape
    full moon is rising, the howling begins
    the sins of man soon take his shape

    dead leaves will carpet the floor of my home
    in the air, the hint of decay
    curtains of thick moss will adorn the walls
    this time, my bride won’t get away

    Your Turn! ๐Ÿ˜€

    • damommza

       /  October 29, 2011

      change *dead moss* to *thick moss*… ๐Ÿ™‚

    • for once, in the past, I traded in kindness
      and saw what such forbearance gains
      this time I’ll stick to the trusted and true
      and this time she will wear my chains

      and more I must do ‘fore moonlight is done
      to search for my prey in the night
      and when I am done to retire once more
      to hide from the sun’s burning light

      and to those who mock and play with their fear
      as simply a matter of style
      the last thing they’ll feel is my tearing teeth
      the last thing they’ll see is my smile

      • damommza

         /  October 29, 2011

        I had a feeling you were staring at this going “Umm.HUH?” and yet you pulled out an award winning ending!! I saw “The Werewolf meets the Bride of Frankenstein” when I was checking the guide last night and this poem came to mind. You made it lovingly sinister and threatening..just the way I love poems! :-))) You have a knack, (a skill? an ability?) to make the last two lines of every poem the best. If you look back at your work, the last two lines always stand out as they pull the poem together and give it that little kick. Very spooky..very sinister..very good. ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

        • The last verse, I wrote the first line, then the last, and then had to come up with the filling ๐Ÿ˜€

          • damommza

             /  October 29, 2011

            Clinks tea cup-Well done, my good man, well done! You know, on second read..the poem is really spooky! ๐Ÿ˜€

            • Who are you calling a “good man” โ“ Didn’t you read the poem โ“ ๐Ÿ˜ฏ ๐Ÿ˜†

              • damommza

                 /  October 29, 2011

                Eating people is only a bad thing if you are the “people” being eaten! *snerk*

                • Sorry about having to throw some of your comments away ๐Ÿ˜ฆ but hope fully this will restore the nesting ๐Ÿ™‚

                  • damommza

                     /  October 29, 2011

                    Not at all!! Hopefully WP will work now and put the babies back in the correct nests!! ๐Ÿ˜€

  129. We have a comment, you say! ๐Ÿ˜€

    (let’s see how confusing this is to anyone else ๐Ÿ˜† )

    • damommza

       /  October 29, 2011

      LOLLO Are you laughing as much as me? (now you have to say,”I don’t much are you laughing?”) so, to answer that..uncontrollably….:-D ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

  130. damommza

     /  November 1, 2011

    Thoughts about time…and people who say.”If only time would slow down”…

    Father Time has frozen hands
    that will not move at all
    when you need the future
    it won’t come when you call

    He will not spare a second
    to get you on your way
    minutes remain frozen
    moments, forever stay

    you can’t escape the present
    time will not go ahead
    while stuck here in this pain
    grief trapped inside your head

    if only time would speed up
    then you’d be far away
    and your problem could be
    left in the yesterday

    • damommza

       /  November 1, 2011

      Forgot to add….your turn!!

      7/6/6/6 beat count

      • I never bothered counting syllables so did 7,6,7,6, cue a quick rewrite ๐Ÿ˜†

        still Time has abnegated
        his purpose and his role
        leaving you to writhe in
        the anguish of your soul

        and purgatory clutches you
        it holds you to your grief
        heaven or darkest hell
        either would grant relief

        can it be coincidence
        Time ceased to play his part
        the moment that you plunged
        your dagger in her heart ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

  131. damommza

     /  November 1, 2011

    *OOOHHHH* So dark and twisty!!! I love those the best!!! MANY extra points for using “abnegated” in a sentence!!! AI LUBS IT!!! I usually write the poem then put the syllable count next to each line then go back and decide which sentences I like the best and contour the others to match the beats. Sometimes I start off with 7/12/3/15 and have to whittle away everything that doesn’t belong and add stuff that does. Lots of clappitys! ๐Ÿ˜Ž
    ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

  132. damommza

     /  November 2, 2011

    Frozen: the next day… Somebody has to clean up the murder scene!! LOL ๐Ÿ˜€

    rich, black, steaming
    pot of gold
    gently roasted
    ease the cold

    fill my mug and
    top with cream
    please God, help me
    end this dream

    still the shiver
    runs my spine
    fingers shake and
    kittens whine

    so until the
    sun comes up
    i will hide here
    in this cup

    Your turn! ๐Ÿ˜Ž

    • okay if it’s following frozen:

      sun arises
      so to work
      “back in to it”
      bosses smirk

      and thus it is
      up to me
      find the corpse and
      dig it free

      icy ground takes
      all my might
      then found it is
      dreadful sight

      it break my heart
      once again
      evil works of
      heartless men

      once more i ask
      with a sob:
      “god, why did i
      take this job?”

      I have to go shopping now, BBL ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

  133. damommza

     /  November 2, 2011

    LOLOLLOLO You are wonderful!! This poem is wonderful!! I was thinking this morning, the job’s not done till the crime scene is cleaned up!!! :-))

    *change “break” to “breaks” my heart.. change my “I”s and “G” to lower case to match yours.

    It has been a pleasure committing this crime with you!! ๐Ÿ˜€ Safe trip shopping and quick return home! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

    • Thank you for picking up “break”, I’ll change your “God” to “god” in the posted version, but your only “i” was already lower case ๐Ÿ˜€

  134. i’ve even broken promises i haven’t made as yet
    i’ve treated you like dirt and i’m praying you forget
    all the petty tyranies i’ve held back just for you
    for if you don’t come back i don’t know what i’ll do
    i’m sitting feeling sorrier than i’ve ever been before
    how dare you pack your bags and walk right out that door
    when i told you sorry that should have been enough
    it always was before but it seems you’re getting tough
    oh well if i give up shaving and keep on the same clothes
    and turn up on your doorstep carrying a red rose
    and tell you that without you i’m permanently lost
    i’ll have you back in purdah for virtually no cost

  135. damommza

     /  November 3, 2011

    You think it is so easy
    to take you at your word?
    a bastard like you have been
    I’ve never said a word
    you’ve cheated and you’ve stolen
    but I’ve stayed by your side
    you swear you never did it
    then I find out you lied
    so you can beg and grovel
    and never change your clothes
    and crawl around in refuse
    I’ll lead you by the nose
    and looking at our his’try
    you always were a bum
    I’d like to end this story
    the same way it begun
    the first time that I saw you
    your smile shined bright like chrome
    I loved you from that moment
    I’ve vented, now come home

  136. damommza

     /  November 3, 2011

    You can change the last line to “and now I’m coming home” since she walked out and he’s still there ๐Ÿ˜€

    • Now there is a major difference between us, I would not have had her take back/go back to him ๐Ÿ˜ I’d have her, while he was knocking at her door, go out the back to their place and burn the rest of his clothes ๐Ÿ˜€

  137. damommza

     /  November 3, 2011

    also change “I’d” lead you by the nose.

  138. damommza

     /  November 3, 2011

    LOLO That usually happens when it’s something of short duration but if they have been together longer, the woman usually forgives and fogets in the hope that it all works out the next time. however:

    *you always were a bum
    if you think it’ll be easy
    your troubles have just begun
    I’ve slashed all of your tires
    poured bleach on all your clothes
    your books are in the fires
    your photes, heaven knows
    and now that I am finished
    I’d like to say goodbye
    you could have saved our love but
    you didn’t even try

  139. damommza

     /  November 3, 2011

    *change “even* to “really” ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

  140. damommza

     /  November 4, 2011

    comes the lightening, comes the thunder
    comes the sky now clearing bright
    after all that constant storming
    finally sleeping through the night

    in the morning, while i’m cleaning
    broken branches, pushed in screen
    under one smashed, upturned planter
    is a sight I’ve never seen

    white and oval, hard as wallboard
    shiny with a coat of dew
    someting laid it, something left it
    something watches what I do

    coveting this magic orb, I’ve
    eyes like saucers at this sight
    first I turn it, then I warm it
    by the fire of early night

    then the cracking starts at midnight
    first a tapping, then some more
    thin lines open on this eggshell
    one black eye and then a claw

    as it opens, peeks is head out
    baby dragon wet with birth
    not once in my life thought I’d see
    a real dragon on this earth

    stretching wings and baby roars and
    looking for a teet to nurse
    this strange creature, cries for succor
    found by humans is it’s curse

    flapping wings and balls of fire
    shake my house, make my walls crack
    giant flames, great ripping claws, this
    mama wants her baby back

    Your turn! ๐Ÿ™‚

  141. damommza

     /  November 4, 2011

    *Question about the third it “Something watches what I do” or “Something watching what I do”? ๐Ÿ˜€

  142. damommza

     /  November 4, 2011

    *Next to last stanza, there shouldn’t be a comma after “this strange creature”

  143. take a moment to consider
    how to get the best outcome
    answer’s glaring, right before me
    take the baby to it’s mum

    still the raging goes on outside
    and I feel a sense of dread
    got to move before the dragon
    brings the roof down on my head

    so I reach out for the infant
    take it gently in my grasp
    teeth and claws lock on my forearms
    I can hear it’s breathing rasp

    I have no words to describe the
    iridescence of it’s skin
    for a moment lost in beauty
    I forget the mess I’m in

    as it’s scratches dig in deep I
    head toward the nearest door
    for a moment all is silent
    followed by a mighty roar

    then it’s there, right before me
    mother is a gorgeous sight
    colours artists would give lives for
    shining with internal light

    slowly then, it’s eyes upon me
    lower baby to the ground
    take a step back to the doorway
    all without a single sound

    I have seen so many sights I
    had ’til now thought I was blest
    but a moment in this presence
    turned to ashes all the rest

    then, and for a magic moment
    mother looked right in my eyes
    grabbed her baby in her claws and
    with a leap took to the skies

    if I live ten thousand years and
    if I travel day and night
    there will never be a thing to
    equal what I’ve seen this night

  144. damommza

     /  November 4, 2011

    I wrote my half in tribute to your wonderful new avitar and this story came to mind. I would have left you a dragon egg if I could so this was the next closest thing. I think you did a wonderful job and it actually made me cry when I read your ending. May I say it, just one more time? I think this is our best yet!!! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ *sniffle—-> shamwow* ๐Ÿ™‚

    *third stanza, my first “something” is a typo (of course)

  145. damommza

     /  November 6, 2011

    From your last poem, there are those in love, there are those in love WITH love and then there are those who are in love with… the wedding! ๐Ÿ˜€ (first time, I wrote “weeding”
    So that led me to…

    The most lovely and admired
    world event is yet to be
    women will be inspired to
    lust for all this luxury

    sure the flowers will be pricey
    and the band have a quite a fee
    but the guests that are invited
    all in awe would look at me

    i’ll be bathed in yards of white tulle
    wear a veil 40 feet long
    and when I am walked down that aisle
    their hearts will burst in to song

    it really will not matter just
    how deep in the hole I fall
    though some say “keep your savings now”
    i say “hell, lets spend it all”

    now this wedding will be gorgeous
    to rival all the royals
    and to those who say I’m crazy
    you really are the spoils

    though I’ve planned this since a small child
    cut out pictures by the score
    now to have this fancy shindig
    I just need ONE small thing more

    your turn! ๐Ÿ˜Ž

  146. damommza

     /  November 6, 2011

    *all the guests WILL look at me.. (oops) ๐Ÿ˜€

  147. if I could just find me a man
    one who will not spoil the show
    someone tall and darkly handsome
    then I’ll be all set to go

    but ’til now my luck is horrid
    all the men I know too rough
    you would think for someone like me
    finding men should not be tough

    in the end I might just have to
    hire a model to stand in
    as long as he could play his part
    I’d call that a partial win

    might be nice to have a husband
    some of my friends think I should
    but sticking with only one man
    not sure any are that good

  148. Damommza

     /  November 6, 2011

    Applolsauce! This gave me the giggles because I know this woman, we all do! Basically it’s kim kardashian and all of her ilk. Your ending made me laugh. Actually, I think most men are at least ‘that’ good. ๐Ÿ˜€ (some are better baked or fried, but that’s another poem entirely!) ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

  149. damommza

     /  November 7, 2011

    Neither rain not snow nor vacation stops this rhyming chick! ๐Ÿ™‚ This is an overly complicated (but that’s the way it came out) 8/8/8/6 with the first and third line rhyming and the first line of every other stanza the same! :-))

    so what do dogs dream, when they sleep?
    open roads and tails to follow
    scent of strangers, pressed very deep
    tell of homes far away

    the smell of litters growing fat
    dogs with mange and bitches in heat
    longing for homes, feet to sleep at
    and some who’ve run away

    so what do dogs dream, when they sleep?
    fires warm and slippers gotten
    or packs to run with, killing sheep
    sleeping in tree hollows

    to sit with humans by their side
    and wake to bowls of steaming meat
    then walk the sands and chase the tide
    beside humans, their Gods

    your turn! ๐Ÿ˜€

    • so what do dogs dream, when they sleep?
      guarding home, keep the pack safe
      track their prey and sudden leap
      to bring their quarry down

      in their sleep are they puppies still
      everything so bright and new
      and still to learn each doggish skill
      is this how they dream?

      now let me tell you of my thoughts
      it doesn’t matter in the least
      they can have dreams of all sorts
      and we will love them still

  150. damommza

     /  November 7, 2011

    Aawww… ended this so painfully sweet!! Awww…..*sniffle*..that’s pretty much how I feela bout my dogs. One is 13 years old and in her sleep, I know she’s still a puppy..Aaaawww…*sniffle*….. ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ Yes..I love it…. ๐Ÿ˜€

  151. damommza

     /  November 7, 2011


    • ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

  152. damommza

     /  November 7, 2011

    *smartypants ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

  153. damommza

     /  November 7, 2011

    ๐Ÿ˜ฏ ๐Ÿ˜• ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

  154. damommza

     /  November 7, 2011

    ๐Ÿ‘ฟ ๐Ÿ™„ ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

  155. ๐Ÿ˜ฅ ๐Ÿ˜‰ ๐Ÿ˜†

  156. damommza

     /  November 8, 2011

    Goodnight and sweet dreams ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

  157. damommza

     /  November 8, 2011

    I thought of this while staring at my coffee cup. *snerk*

    some say the glass is half full
    some say it’s half empty
    I say there are good reasons
    whichever half is me

    if my life is half full then
    there’s always room for more
    I’m sitting around on ideas
    with plenty more in store

    there’s time I haven’t used yet
    so many things not done
    I haven’t planned my future
    too busy having fun

    I sit back on my laurels
    and waste what’s given me
    after all, I’m half full and
    I’m still so young and free

    it’s like I have some savings
    a cushion to abuse
    because I am still half full
    I can afford to lose

    Your turn! ๐Ÿ˜€

    • Ohai, mysticvoodoo – hmm interesting ๐Ÿ™‚

      smashingapps – bookmarked to spend some time with later ๐Ÿ˜€

      pome – okay, I’ll read and reply ๐Ÿ˜†

    • the nature of the beast is
      to grab what it can get
      so I will keep on grabbing
      I’m only half full yet

      and if I sleep for too long
      then party ’til I drop
      I’ve time still to get cracking
      fill my glass to the top

      I’m ready to get working
      I really know my stuff
      I’ve got plans here somewhere but
      tomorrow’s soon enough

      and yet I’m still half empty
      sometimes that gives me pain
      I’ll have to fill up someday
      or slowly go insane

      and there’s another verse I wrote, not part of the poem, but just because your verses made me think of the song, and it amused me:

      I know one must be wary
      remember Pink Floyd sung
      ten years have got behind you
      you weren’t told when to run*

      *alternative last line: you missed the starting gun

  158. damommza

     /  November 8, 2011

    YOU TOTALLY GOT IT!!! Half empty or half full are both equally good and equally bad! You abosolutely scored!!! *touchdown-the crowd goes wild* I love it!!!

    The added stanza is so true! I like “You missed the starting gun” ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

    smashingapps has THE most gorgeous dragons you have ever seen. Try to guess which 3 I like the best! ๐Ÿ™‚

    * reely lyke teh way yoo ended tihs* ๐Ÿ™‚

  159. damommza

     /  November 9, 2011

    Since ICHC is on strike and not sending out notices, I’m letting you know that I left you 2 messages! ๐Ÿ˜€

  160. damommza

     /  November 9, 2011

    9/8/8/7 Good Sir. I have no idea how I came up with that ๐Ÿ˜€

    there is nothing louder than silence
    it screams of bitterness and pain
    when you left, I nearly died, when?
    when will I hear you again?

    I feel the wind but it makes no sound
    just mournful pressure on my face
    the phone is silent, I just stare
    the”not ringing” fills my space

    the blinding shrill of a car alarm
    doesn’t penetrate my sorrow
    all I hear is your angry tone
    will you be back tomorrow?

    I call your phone just to hear your words
    try hard to speak yet make no sound
    fill your voice mail with quiet sobs
    will my words ever be found

    • I hear your voice but it is a lie
      something that I just conjured up
      the “we” that was is there no more
      what price now our loving cup

      and silence once again devours all
      can I pretend that there is more
      you took my voice, my heart with you
      when you chose to close that door

      this silent bubble must one day burst
      one day I’ll waken from this dream
      and face the future all alone
      then perhaps you’ll hear me scream

  161. damommza

     /  November 9, 2011

    *loneliness (why can’t I find these BEFORE I hit “post”?)

  162. damommza

     /  November 9, 2011

    * see, I wrote the poem out then posted it. Then spell checked the original BUT I had changed a few words before I posted it but didn’t change the original so when I spell checked, I found a mispelled word BUT I had already changed that word. I swear I don’t drink. Really. LOLOLO ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

  163. damommza

     /  November 9, 2011

    OOOOOHH!!!!! THE LAST LINE!!!! OOOHHHH!!!!! I love it!!!! That is the best!!! I actually said OOOOOHHHH out loud! LOLOLOOLOL ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

    • The final verse I wrote in this order: last line, then second line, then third line, then first ๐Ÿ˜€

      • damommza

         /  November 9, 2011

        I actually OOOOOOHHHHHED out loud! So perfect!!! This is a clappity clapper. ๐Ÿ˜€

  164. geniecat

     /  January 20, 2014

    Ohai Sunovawot – I don’t think you’ll remember me, but am writing ennyway! my name on ICHC was (still is, I guess) Geniecat, but I’ve only been lurking on Cheezland for a while now. I’ve only just found your blog after reading Ileria Fiorentina’s dissertation on Lolspeak. you wrote me a lovely poem when my kitteh Smokey went over the bridge in November 2010 – is there any chance you might still have it somewhere? Maybe on here, but I don’t know where to look? Fankees if you can find a minute some time to let me know

    • Unfortunately, in those days I didn’t keep a record of who specific verses were written for.
      However, I started this blog in Jan 2011, and any poems I wrote prior to that, if I kept them, and I started keeping them in 2010, will be found in January 2011, when I put up all the stuff I could find.
      Alternatively, if you can remember a line, or a few words, the search box on the right sidebar should find it for you.
      Good luck, and if you find it please let me know so I can append yours and Smokey’s names to it. ๐Ÿ˜€

  165. Geniecat

     /  January 22, 2014

    thanks for coming back to me, much appreciated. I’ve looked through January 2010 and the nearest I can get to is Ai wood – it was certainly and absolutely right at the time, it was the last gift I could give her, to comfort her till she got to the bridge and over. I’d be comforted too if you appended my and Smokey’s names, if you’re ok that I am not certain about it, Will browse through your other poems at leisure – you have such a way with words, spend most of the time weeping but …..

    • You are welcome, and I am quite happy to add your names, until, or unless, you, or someone else, tells me different ๐Ÿ˜€

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