:: Random Poem :: by Robert Frost -- The Road Not Taken @ juicy mood     Jan 24 2011, 00:24 (UTC+0) Photographer: landolfi - Milky Way Road -- by Robert Frost, published in 1916 The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. Continued... Read comments (4) / Write comment recent comments: stay frosty mycroft 30.Jan:18:42 Views: 755   Printer-friendly version

:: Random Scandom Merry X Mandom :: @ juicy mood     Dec 24 2010, 13:10 (UTC+0) Cartoonist / My Idol - unknown nih writes: -- what better time than to spread a little xmas joy mm? -- to those who still come to visit the site - have a good one and stuff - the poems a tiny bit lame but hay - i'll look for more if i find a goody i'll post it --- :: -- :: -- --- :: -- --- :: -- --- :: -- --- :: -- -- from unknown Oh Christmas tree, lovely Christmas tree! Chopped down in a forest of plastic at a Chinese factory. That year, 1987, was the first year your blessed bough hung before us, Joy to the World and the rest of the chorus. That first year, do you recall? We broke your stand and had to nail you to the wall, tied with festive utilitarian string, A live tree stand for a metal trunk is an interesting thing. We Wish You a Merry Christmas and colored lights Trying to put you up is liable to yoke a fight. Complicated, lopsided, daring you to fall, Well, we said, at least you�re tall. Jingle Bells, dust, and left over tree icing, Damn I wish it were spring and gifts weren�t so high in the pricing. But I love your ornaments, indeed I do, Even if you look like you were decorated by monkeys in the zoo. Continued... Read comments (0) / Write comment Views: 768   Printer-friendly version

:: Random Dark Poetry :: By Frank Bidart -- Dark Night @ juicy mood     Oct 19 2010, 16:10 (UTC+0) Artist: ~pu-sama -- Sin -- By Frank Bidart -- Dark Night -- [John of the Cross] * In a dark night when the light burning was the burning of love :: fortuitous night - fated - free :: as I stole from my dark house dark house that was silent grave sleeping by the staircase that was secret hidden safe - disguised by darkness :: fortuitous night - fated - free :: by darkness and by cunning dark house that was silent grave sleeping in that sweet night secret seen by no one and seeing nothing my only light or guide the burning in my burning heart night was the guide to the place where he for whom I waited whom I had long ago chosen waits - night brighter than noon in which none can see night was the guide sweeter than the sun raw at dawn for there the burning bridegroom is bride and he who chose at last is chosen. Continued... Read comments (0) / Write comment Views: 1000   Printer-friendly version

:: Random Sci Fi :: By Charles Louis Fontenay -- Rebels Of The Red Planet @ juicy mood     Oct 19 2010, 16:02 (UTC+0) Artist: S.t.e.v.e.A.r.g.y.l.e -- Dark Beauty :: Random Image :: -- By Charles Louis Fontenay -- Rebels Of The Red Planet * * * * * Mars For The Martians * * * * * Dark Kensington had been dead for twenty-five years. It was a fact; everyone knew it. Then suddenly he reappeared, youthful, brilliant, ready to take over the Phoenix, the rebel group that worked to overthrow the tyranny that gripped the settlers on Mars. The Phoenix had been destroyed not once, not twice, but three times! But this time the resurrected Dark had new plans, plans which involved dangerous experiments in mutation and psionics. And now the rebels realized they were in double jeopardy. Not only from the government's desperate hatred of their movement, but also from the growing possibility that the new breed of mutated monsters would get out of hand and bring terrors never before known to man. * * * * * 1 * * * * * It is a sea, though they call it sand. They call it sand because it is still and red and dense with grains. They call it sand because the thin wind whips it, and whirls its dusty skim away to the tight horizons of Mars. But only a sea could so brood with the memory of aeons. Only a sea, lying so silent beneath the high skies, could hint the mystery of life still behind its barren veil. To practical, rational man, it is the Xanthe Desert. Whatever else he might unwittingly be, S. Nuwell Eli considered himself a practical, rational man, and it was across the bumpy sands of the Xanthe Desert that he guided his groundcar westward with that somewhat cautious proficiency that mistrusts its own mastery of the machine. Maya Cara Nome, his colleague in this mission to which he had addressed himself, was a silent companion. Nuwell's liquid brown eyes, insistent upon their visual clarity, saw the red sand as the blowing surface of unliving solidity. Only clarity was admitted to Nuwell, and the only living clarity was man and beast and vegetation, spotted in the dome cities and dome farms of the lowlands. He and Maya scurried, transiting sparks of the only life, insecure and hastening in the absence of the net of roads which eventually would bind the Martian surface to human reality from the toeholds of the dome cities. Continued... Read comments (0) / Write comment Views: 820   Printer-friendly version

:: Random Book :: The Greatest Sinner Ever -- By Eric Mellema - 12 @ juicy mood     Oct 19 2010, 15:33 (UTC+0) Artist: S.t.e.v.e.A.r.g.y.l.e -- Lord of the Kraken :: Random image :: -- By Eric Mellema ::::::::::::::: The Greatest Sinner Ever ::::::::::::::: Chapter 12 The antichrist soon destroys the three Twenty-seven years his war will rage The unbelievers: captured, dead or banned The earth strewn with corpses and red hail De Chavigny was ready with his pen. His master was about to dictate something to him; he was suffering from gout. "Okay, Christophe, write down: 'From the sky will come a king of terror.'" And he diligently dipped his pen into the ink and wrote down the words given to him. "Oh, wait a minute, change that last part to 'king of horror'." The clerk crossed out the passage, while his boss was looking out the attic window at the autumn sky. Christophe waited at his desk for a new line of the verse. "The great Mongolian leader will arise from the dead," the scholar continued, and the tapping against the ink pot could be heard again. "No, that's too clear� Change it to 'The king of Angolmois will arise from the dead,"' and again he corrected the text. "In closing: '1999, the seventh month. After and before, Mars will rule with happiness.'" "That will be in over 436 years, Master, if my calculations are correct." "No, I'm not making it that simple. The date of execution of this quatrain will be 2012," Nostradamus invented. "Oh, not till then?" the clerk mumbled, feeling lost. "Let's go and sit on the porch, Christophe. It's one of the most beautiful autumn days of the year," and both men went downstairs. "All finished with your work?" Anne asked. She was sorting out old stuff with the maid. "No, we're going to work outside," her husband answered while he took some letters out of his private desk before leaving the living room. "Hey, a new rocking chair," the clerk noticed when they got to the porch. "Yes, it's for stopping my thoughts," his boss explained, sitting down in a wicker chair. Continued... Read comments (0) / Write comment Views: 1336   Printer-friendly version

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