Annoncing my poem! You jey!

[MTVM]

Double Dactyl Presented on an Illuminated Scroll

Byzantine Popeian
MTVMVT
jewel-swaddled poet
of Nymphess's land

managed routinely a
parthenogenesis,
winning him squarely
the Grand Vizier's hand.

A Doubled Dactylic Response to Well-grounded Criticism
I think. Metyre is always a problem with mee.

Bijou, ineffable,
dactyl-obsessional,
is very modern. She's
sexy. She's nice.

Überanatomic,
charming, she flatters ich,
giving some problem that's
easy? No dice.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Well done, Poet! Good to see you back. Were you being held against your Will? Or was it a voluntary abduction?

Here, for educational purposes only, is a traditional version of the "double dactyl", aka the "higgledy piggledy" poem. Very strict form. It was written by one of my favorite authors, John Bellairs.

Higgledy Piggledy
John Cantacuzene
riffled through volumes
in unseemly haste

Trying to find out if,
hagiographically
John of Jerusalem
liked almond paste.


must fly. damn this droigt de seigneur gig...

bijou

 

[MTVM]

Well done, Poet! Good to see you back. Were you being held against your Will? Or was it a voluntary abduction?

Die Welt als Wille und Vorstellung? Not necessarily my will, of course. But worthy of attention, anyway.

Someone's Will is Idea, eh?

Hmm.

Here, for educational purposes only, is a traditional version of the "double dactyl", aka the "higgledy piggledy" poem. Very strict form. It was written by one of my favorite authors, John Bellairs.

Higgledy Piggledy
John Cantacuzene
riffled through volumes
in unseemly haste

Trying to find out if,
hagiographically
John of Jerusalem
liked almond paste.


must fly. damn this droigt de seigneur gig...

bijou

Was this vetted?

No matter. Second attempt:

D-d-d-double D-d-d-dactyl D-d-d-de Second Time

Higgledy-piggeledy,
Bijou, insistently,
argues complacently
all of the time.

O! Where my ardor went—
intellisentient?
God, am I thirsty! I
drink her like wine.



Better? Uh, I mean, more accurate to the form?

 

[Sara Crewe]

And yes, all nymphs refer to themselves in third person

The nymph is sick and it's so hot I can't even have the pleasure of burying myself under my duvet. If you need me, I'll be up a tree somewhere or by a pond getting ready to push Narcissus in ...




Back to your regularly scheduled scary poems.

 

[champagne1982]

The nymph is sick and it's so hot I can't even have the pleasure of burying myself under my duvet. If you need me, I'll be up a tree somewhere or by a pond getting ready to push Narcissus in ...




Back to your regularly scheduled scary poems.

I hope the heat lifts a bit for ya, southern gal. We've got a lovely north breeze coming in across the flats and the swamps from the lake. It's a nice evening here.

Get well soon

 

[unpredictablebijou]

The nymph is sick and it's so hot I can't even have the pleasure of burying myself under my duvet. If you need me, I'll be up a tree somewhere or by a pond getting ready to push Narcissus in ...




Back to your regularly scheduled scary poems.

Push him in. It'll make you feel better and he deserves it anyway.
I am distraught at your illness, and sending you dreams of succulent and devoted servants fanning you with peacock feathers and plying you with exotic, nutritive tropical fruit drinks and bathing you occasionally in cool, rose-scented water. May your recovery be gentle, sweet and immediate.

I will have the populace clap their hands. It worked for Tinkerbell, and she was second-rate compared to you. Never wrote a single poem, as far as I know.

your devoted servant
bijou

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Die Welt als Wille und Vorstellung? Not necessarily my will, of course. But worthy of attention, anyway.

Someone's Will is Idea, eh?

Hmm.
Was this vetted?

No matter. Second attempt:

D-d-d-double D-d-d-dactyl D-d-d-de Second Time

Higgledy-piggeledy,
Bijou, insistently,
argues complacently
all of the time.

O! Where my ardor went—
intellisentient?
God, am I thirsty! I
drink her like wine.



Better? Uh, I mean, more accurate to the form?

Idea, perhaps. But Ideal, undoubtedly.

Careful, dear. Your genius is showing. Lemme tuck that in for you. Or you can hold your coat in front of it.

I must try to remember to treat you harshly in front of the populace or they will begin to suspect something.

bijou

 

[Sara Crewe]

I hope the heat lifts a bit for ya, southern gal. We've got a lovely north breeze coming in across the flats and the swamps from the lake. It's a nice evening here.

Get well soon

Thanks, Champ! The humidity is tolerable today because the sun is hiding behind some clouds.

I feel better but still not right. I am sass-less, lethargic nymph. There is no need for worry, Bijou. I will however, accept all offers of peacock feathers and devoted servants.

I am not sure about succulent servants. I keep picturing cactus-people but maybe I am delirious from my fever.


Tinkerbell was a fairy. 'Nuff said.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Thanks, Champ! The humidity is tolerable today because the sun is hiding behind some clouds.

I feel better but still not right. I am sass-less, lethargic nymph. There is no need for worry, Bijou. I will however, accept all offers of peacock feathers and devoted servants.

I am not sure about succulent servants. I keep picturing cactus-people but maybe I am delirious from my fever.


Tinkerbell was a fairy. 'Nuff said.

In Xanadu did Sara Crewe
rule Nymphlike over all that she surveyed;
Her velvet fist could e'er undo
the damage her Vizier's iron glove had made.
When she fell ill the populace
cried havoc, and let loose the dogs of grief
So that in fear her Grand Vizier
turned medic and forgot her role as thief.
The servants sweet on dainty feet
were chosen with the Nymphette's tastes in mind
and brought her back the life she lack'd
with acrobatics kinky and refined.
They plied her with the sweetest fruits
and mounts of tender sweetmeats on a tray
The air was cool and Poet/Fool
made sure to snuggle her in her duvet.
And back she sprang, our sweet miss Thang
to float in rulership above the crowd
and in their joy each girl and boy
went naked as the local laws allowed.




What rhymes with "shenanigans"?

 

[champagne1982]

In Xanadu did Sara Crewe
rule Nymphlike over all that she surveyed;
Her velvet fist could e'er undo
the damage her Vizier's iron glove had made.
When she fell ill the populace
cried havoc, and let loose the dogs of grief
So that in fear her Grand Vizier
turned medic and forgot her role as thief.
The servants sweet on dainty feet
were chosen with the Nymphette's tastes in mind
and brought her back the life she lack'd
with acrobatics kinky and refined.
They plied her with the sweetest fruits
and mounts of tender sweetmeats on a tray
The air was cool and Poet/Fool
made sure to snuggle her in her duvet.
And back she sprang, our sweet miss Thang
to float in rulership above the crowd
and in their joy each girl and boy
went naked as the local laws allowed.




What rhymes with "shenanigans"?

the closest I can come is Casey's sock puppet puppy, Finnegan..

I have a puppy, that were he a lighter colour, he'd look just like Mr Dressup's doggy friend...

 

[Sara Crewe]

the closest I can come is Casey's sock puppet puppy, Finnegan..

I have a puppy, that were he a lighter colour, he'd look just like Mr Dressup's doggy friend...

Champers, your Canadian is showing. Most people probably don't know who Mr. Dressup is. They were deprived children. I loved Finnigan. I never really liked Casey though. Always thought Finnigan should run away and come live with me.


I would go with Bananigans, Bijou, but then I just made banana bread and I may have lost my head. Oh, and at the rest of it.

 

[MTVM]

What rhymes with "shenanigans"?

Um, Alyson Hannigan?

 

[MTVM]

Champers, your Canadian is showing. Most people probably don't know who Mr. Dressup is.

He looks like Mister Rogers' funkier brother.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Um, Alyson Hannigan?

i would definitely rhyme with her.

or perhaps that's not quite the verb I'm looking for...

BiJou

 

[MTVM]

He looks like Mister Rogers' funkier brother.

I really should read what I link. From the Wikipedia article on Mister Rogers' Neighborhood: "The series began in 1962 as Mister Rogers, a 15-minute program on the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. Ernie Coombs, a.k.a. Mister Dressup, got his start as a puppeteer on Mister Rogers."

Thank God the original wasn't the name as we 'mericans knew it, else 'twould be Mister Rogers' Neighbourhood.

 

[champagne1982]

I really should read what I link. From the Wikipedia article on Mister Rogers' Neighborhood: "The series began in 1962 as Mister Rogers, a 15-minute program on the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation. Ernie Coombs, a.k.a. Mister Dressup, got his start as a puppeteer on Mister Rogers."

Thank God the original wasn't the name as we 'mericans knew it, else 'twould be Mister Rogers' Neighbourhood.

Canadians rule kids tv and soft porn between CBC and Radio Canada the socialists will take over the world... one health care plan at a time.

 

[Sara Crewe]

Canadians rule kids tv and soft porn between CBC and Radio Canada the socialists will take over the world... one health care plan at a time.

So true. We will one day peacefully take over the entire world and we will all be wearing blue berets. The only problem will be after we take over the world we will not be able to agree on how to divide up the spoils between Ontario, the West, Quebec and the Maritime provinces. You know, forget it. We don't want the world. Owning the world would be a pain. As you were.


See? Casey is friggin' creepy but Finnigan is too cute.

 

[Tzara]

See? Casey is friggin' creepy but Finnigan is too cute.

I probably shouldn't say this, but Finnigan looks to me like an ill-fitted condom.

I know, I know. It's prolly just the vaguely sleazy atmosphere 'round here. Maybe it's the heat. Unlike Tess (who, by her odd fondness for this weather, is clearly outed as a non-native Northwesterner), I am feeling delusional from the temperature.

Uh, that isn't the Finnegan, is it?

Oh, I see not. Spelt diffrent.

Nervermid.

 

[Sara Crewe]

I probably shouldn't say this, but Finnegan looks to me like an ill-fitted condom.

I know, I know. It's prolly just the vaguely sleazy atmosphere 'round here. Maybe it's the heat. Unlike Tess (who, by her odd fondness for this weather, is clearly outed as a non-native Northwesterner), I am feeling delusional from the temperature.

Uh, that isn't the Finnegan, is it?

Oh, I see not. Spelt diffrent.

Nervermid.

We need a shocked and appalled smilie. How could you call Finnigan a wrinkly condom head!!

It had better be the heat, Mister or you're in big trouble. I take my childhood memories very seriously. I think you may have scarred me. You're lucky I am not American or would sue you.


Did you just say spelt, too?

God. All in one night. I just can't take it.

 

[Tzara]

We need a shocked and appalled smilie. How could you call Finnigan a wrinkly condom head!!

We probably have a shocked and awe smilie, though they haven't been used much lately.

I was shocked too! Our position is that abstinence works best.

What message are you socialists sending your kids?!

It had better be the heat, Mister or you're in big trouble. I take my childhood memories very seriously. I think you may have scarred me. You're lucky I am not American or would sue you.

I don't think that nationality matters. After all, In litigation we trust.

Did you just say spelt, too?

Yes'm. Sorry. It just spilt out.

 

[Sara Crewe]

It just spilt out.

It's just a word.
I will not hit.
I will not hit.
I will not hit.
I will not hit.
I will not hit.
I will not hit.

 

[Sara Crewe]

It's just a word.
I will not hit.
I will not hit.
I will not hit.
I will not hit.
I will not hit.
I will not hit.

Oh, hello Sara. How are you? Good. Excellent. Have a good day? You did? Great. Me? I'm a trifle...how might I say it..bored out of my fucking tree. Yep. I am. Yeah. Yeah. I've hear the 'only boring people are bored' line before. I think non-boring people can be bored though if stuck in boring situation over which they have no control. That's me right now. And my damn throat is still sore so I will probably have to go see the doctor who is damn cute but that doesn't make up for the fact that he is still a doctor and I don't want to go see him. Ah, screw it...I am no fun to talk to. I am going to have a drink.

A hex on all of you for having something better to do at this exact moment besides entertaining me.

Your incredibly self-centered nymph,

Sara

P.S. I think I just blogged. Too bad the blog thread scares me. It feels like running naked in the streets.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

I'd have been there for you. I would have. but for some reason my particular computer freaked out and WOULD NOT FIND LITEROTICA for the majority of the early evening. I figured the site was down, since I could go virtually everywhere else on the internet except here.

Now I'm pissed, since I have five whole minutes at the shop before I have to head for home, and pack for Kaliffornya, where I will be, probably sans internet, until Sunday night. And it turns out it wasn't the whole world falling apart, it was just me for some reason.

In my Nymph's hour of need, the machine failed me and I failed her.

My penance will be to spend three days in kaliphorneea, watching a sad charade and putting up with the extended family, who are extremely Swedish and extremely californian all at the same time, which is a very bad combination.

My wonderful stepmother refers to that side of the family as "the apple people". They're all short, barrel shaped, and have a tendency to resemble wrinkled cabbage patch dolls as they age. Thank the gods I take after my mom.

Done venting. Off on the quest. I will bring back many things from foreign lands - perhaps more jewels from idols, as I make my current "diplomatic mission"...


your agonized and already lonely Evil Grand Vizier
bijou

 

[Sara Crewe]

No need for agony on my behalf. Even a nymph can tell the difference between an 'hour of want' and 'an hour of need'...mine was definitely a very selfish want.

I am still up because my cat is taking forever to kill whatever it is chasing all over the front lawn. I can't stand the thought of his little kitty (killer) face staring in the door waiting for me to let him in so I cant go to bed till he's done with his rodent murder.


Have as good a weekend as you can. I think I will have to find a picture of an apple person for my av for when you return.

Lonely doesn't work with evil and grand btw. It diminishes your nastiness.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

No need for agony on my behalf. Even a nymph can tell the difference between an 'hour of want' and 'an hour of need'...mine was definitely a very selfish want.

I am still up because my cat is taking forever to kill whatever it is chasing all over the front lawn. I can't stand the thought of his little kitty (killer) face staring in the door waiting for me to let him in so I cant go to bed till he's done with his rodent murder.


Have as good a weekend as you can. I think I will have to find a picture of an apple person for my av for when you return.

Lonely doesn't work with evil and grand btw. It diminishes your nastiness.

You are absolutely right, your Sylphosity. I shall endeavor to regain my evil over the weekend. Shouldn't be hard.

Let's have some really amusing reports of shenanigans for me when I return, hm? I'll be in need of some, believe me.

I have always admired cats for their gleeful lack of conscience and compassion.
My own, my fat black shop cat Flynn, is at the moment sleeping on his back nearby, with all his feet in the air, his mouth slightly open and the tip of his tongue sticking slightly out. He is the world's most relaxed cat.

Off now, and may the blessings of Yogsoggoth be with you all,
bijou