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flamewheel
FREEAGLELAND26782 Posts
I can go twice as high... I must state that I'm not interested in the coupon. However, your blog does evince quite a trip into the past. | ||
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fabiano
Brazil4644 Posts
With lasers in the eye Fat butterfly in the sky Why won't you die? Oh, Fat Butterfly! Fly! Don't want the prize either, you can give it to the second place instead! | ||
SirJolt
the Dagon Knight4012 Posts
Butterflies When I was eight or nine, we used to stay with the grandparents, down by the beach. We’d walk out to the dunes in summer and grow so thoroughly bored of the beach that we had no interest at all in going back after the first week, sick of sun and sand we'd sit around and mope. From time to time, the father would be busy enough with school or work that we’d spend a week around Easter there too. The place was dead in the spring, the shops all seasonal and shuttered up, everywhere so empty without the sunshine. We’d amuse ourselves as best we could in those pre-summer weeks, when the weather was poor enough that we couldn’t visit the beach for fear of windborne sand. We’d go anyway though, and shield our eyes against the gritty gusts, to stumble through the dunes, cracking the wet-brown surface-shell of sand to reveal the soft whiteness beneath. One afternoon, the sun breaking through for a warm few hours, we’d found a chrysalis hanging from the scrubby thorn-bushes that lined the shallow hollows of the dunes. We had found it just as it had begun to unravel; the first time I’d seen a cocoon and I’d be there to see it opened. How fine a thing it was. From that husk emerged first a tiny speckled head, and, with great effort, the legs abdomen and crumpled wings followed, slowly unfolding to drink in the sun, to dry and prepare for flight. As we watched though, the butterfly extended further, sliding gradually from the limp shell to reveal a stretched, conjoined abdomen, a second set of wings, unfolding in turn. A second set of legs clutched at the stem as the wings unfolded, two butterflies laid end-to-end, hanging as they dried. We were curious about the thing, beautiful as it was in the way that only a child’s perception of a butterfly could be, splashes of red deepening in the warmth of the sun. For reasons I can’t at all remember, we had with us a jamjar (all one word, in the way of the granny), and knowing this was too fine a thing to let escape. We filled the glass with plants and grasses, perhaps a little sand, and snagged it straight from the branch with the lid, clipping the soft shell. Once inside, the two flapped about in a confusion of compound eyes and glass, the black and red-orange of their wings a blur among the twigs and flora we’d scraped together. We grew afraid then, afraid that we had hurt them and that they might hurt themselves. We managed to convince ourselves that their condition would prove fatal eventually, whether they simply couldn’t fly at all, could never properly feed or would inevitably tear one another apart… it had seemed very unlikely they’d live. So we did what any children would do. We walked down to the shore, the tide already going out, and flung the jar into the sea. Sadly, having only the throwing arms of kids, the jar failed to clear the sandbank about fifteen feet out, and we waded across to it, the jar heavy enough to have sunk to the bottom of the six-inch deep sea across the sandbar. Under that thin pane of seawater was our glass, shining in the sun, the soft-green grass and bright red-on-black of frenetic floundering in that delicate bubble. One end was already an inch or two submerged in sand. We hadn’t the heart to cast the thing further into the sea, so we left it alone. Maybe the tide drew them out along the bottom, our sweet Siamese submariners. | ||
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NB
Netherlands12045 Posts
Though I am shy Giving it a try Just to say hi and now, bye GL EVERYONE :D | ||
ZeromuS
Canada13408 Posts
Springtime Air Thoughts of home I don't want the coupon as I have my own to give away but couldnt resist taking part. English Haikus are fun because you don't need to follow syllable rules necessarily (so long as its less than 17 syllables huzzah!) | ||
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sam!zdat
United States5559 Posts
On March 13 2012 23:29 ZeromuS wrote: Butterflies float; softly Springtime Air Thoughts of home This is way closer to the dao. On March 13 2012 17:35 rANDY wrote: At one hundred gas My zerglings will increase their Metabolism HAha I like this one a lot. On March 13 2012 17:04 theBALLS wrote: Silken with poise good line On March 13 2012 17:10 Alejandrisha wrote: tier 2! tier 2! the gracken cries, a landscape of lasers--his army dies. save those corruptors, a zerg would be wise, from jelly blossoms brood lords, the swarm's wing'd prize. jelly? I don't understand why there's jelly. On March 13 2012 17:10 iTzSnypah wrote: Darth Vader is so mean, him and his light sabre wants to kill me! Light sabre in hand Vader skulks towards me I am a tricky one, not relying upon the force to guide me through these times a suit of triangular prisms, just what the doctor ordered! the light sabre swings at me with effortless ease refracting upon collision with the prisms the light beams run askew I pull out my pistol and say 'PEW PEW' My gun is a real one, firing bullets instead of light I 1A and win this fight. Sorry I can't even read this :O On March 13 2012 18:01 Fishgle wrote: Metabolism I haven't brought myself here to be denied he said Clothes dripping in rain and eyes unblinking The weather-lady warned us of an upcoming baby-shower The news anchor smiled a real smile, then told us the news The first line is 5/5. also I like "whooped when the toro emerged," On March 13 2012 18:20 EtherealDeath wrote: Otters are neat They hold hands cutely Swimming backwards simultaneously Butterflies are better They copulate together While flying backwards But don't forget Crowds are better Butterflies have flying threesomes. A meta haiku! But it does not have meta-dao  (jkjk no such thing as meta dao, the dao pervades all) On March 13 2012 19:48 flamewheel wrote: Butterfly in the sky, I can go twice as high... I must state that I'm not interested in the coupon. However, your blog does evince quite a trip into the past. Is that a good thing? Thanks! On March 13 2012 20:34 fabiano wrote: Fat butterfly in the sky With lasers in the eye Fat butterfly in the sky Why won't you die? Oh, Fat Butterfly! Fly! Don't want the prize either, you can give it to the second place instead! Ok, you win but we'll keep the contest going. On March 13 2012 21:08 SirJolt wrote: Here is a piece I have written about butterflies. I don't really want a coupon; I just wanted to post this nice piece about butterflies that I wrote in the hopes that you might enjoy it. nightmares incoming, thanks :D On March 13 2012 23:21 NB wrote: Hmm butterfly, Though I am shy Giving it a try Just to say hi and now, bye GL EVERYONE :D HI! On March 13 2012 17:53 SigmaoctanusIV wrote: Two Universes as one Each side beautiful Fucking butterflies close. | ||
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Alejandrisha
United States6565 Posts
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sam!zdat
United States5559 Posts
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sam!zdat
United States5559 Posts
On March 13 2012 17:48 targ wrote: There was a fat lady from Spain "My metabolism is slow" she always complained But she ate and she ate Her mouth was an open gate Till her metabolism said "I shan't take the blame!" I like this but the meter is very awkward. On March 13 2012 17:48 TheBlueMeaner wrote: All my life I've felt I'm trapped in a cocoon the dark, the still blind, deaf, no future. but I know I am as special as the sun. So I struggle, and live each day, like a broken bird I gracefully endure the rain till the day I grow wings, and like a butterfly, I fly to the place, where I will stay, and forever forget the days of the cocoon... Too high school. right now fishgle, zeromus, and randy are heading up the pack. KEEP EM COMING!! | ||
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Deleted User 238668
344 Posts
The higher blade of man Grows quietly now and then In prince’s field. Yet prodigious it soon blooms, Into instances of bad driving, German marching music, And a habit For self-reproduction. The man inspires A strange and fitful love. The bomb calls, 5 o’clock, Neumann demurs, Perhaps too busy counting calories. Why not sooner, he says? “1 o’clock will do me fine.” Bones cracking, Faust giggling, The blade is cut. | ||
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sam!zdat
United States5559 Posts
send me your gom account name in a pm and I will figure out how to give you the thing. | ||
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