The Night Of Wonder to The Stink is Real
From a real terror that left a lady questioning reality
To an unseen terror that was real enough
The Night Of Wonder (English sonnet)
To share their music with the summer air
While memories of flowers linger there
And glades to heaven haven’t opened yet
There by a stream they kissed without a care
While in each other’s eyes their dreams were set
To wander through the dark without regret
And wonder what the future had to share
Was here the terror of her end would start
She saw it as it cut across the night
While something at her throat would not let go
Once free of everything except her heart
She saw in fact for now she was alright
A dream or real was set for time to show
One night, two stories, one English sonnet. If this sonnet made us feel like two separate stories were being told, then I was successful. In the quatrains a tale of romance is told. In the triplets an unknown turn of events occurs, completely different from the romance of the quatrains. Did we notice the quatrains and the triplets both end with similar ideas (what the future will hold)?
Arlene and I were big vampire fans. I was a Bram Stoker fan. Arlene was more of the romantic vampire type. With the kisses and all Arlene and her brood of vampires won out. When we went to costume parties, I sometimes went as the Bela Lugosi Dracula, cape and all. Arlene would dress in some old time lady's fashion. We would do the dramatic neck biting scene and Arlene would slip in her vampire teeth. We would both bite on a "blood capsule" (a sweet red fluid contained within a eatable capsule, made to look like blood). A great surprise for onlookers. Sometimes Arlene would pretend she was biting my neck, vampire teeth, blood capsule and all.
What a wonder-filled world we life in. There is so much to do. There is so much to experience. And we can magnify all the world's wonders and beyond. How? With our imagination. The same imagination that created ice cream. The same imagination that created computers. Oh yes, there are the fairies and dragons. There is also art in, what seems to be, its its endless forms. Imagination itself is endless. Imagination can attach itself to anything. And where does this treasure come from? From us. This marvel of awe is a gift we all possess. Don't think that you are special? The power of our imagination proves otherwise. So if this wonder-filled world calls out for more, turn on that imagination and enjoy.
Talking about imagination: Iron & Wine "Flightless Bird"
It doesn't take imagination to awaken this invisible terror
Formula-fed babies often can't absorb man-made formula as well as breast milk, so their bowel movements contain more waste, which produces a more potent odor. This smelly poop causes other problems. Meet the Andersons. They just had a new addition to the family. It is't just a new daughter. It is her smelly diapers. To make matters worse, guests are coming over.
This video is funnier for those who survived this. "The Stink is Real"
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