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Punting in Oxford
Punting in Oxford Dappled sun on fresh-faced cheeks, Trailing a hand in the green smooth water Pulling blossom from passing boughs While watching the ducks berate each other. A bottle of wine is tied to the stern Cooling in the gently rippling wake; Laughter and chatter have softly faded, Dozing happily to the sound of birdsong Or else the lapping water round, The slow and steady splash of pole. Pimm’s passed round in plastic cups, No words are needed to enjoy the sun, To share an afternoon out on the Cherwell. Essays are done or else forgotten: No lectures today and the tute’s tomorrow; The only things to concern th
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Song For The Internet
Falling apart at the seams A ragtag ragdoll Stuffing unravelling Stitching coming loose The day to day Gets in my way My brain only wants to fly In my unreality I can be who I want to be Find the things in life I know will always pass me by Behind the drab banality My imagination’s running wild, you see Creating complications, situations, flying high Dragging my feet on the ground A lumpish woebegone Grey and washed out A nothing on the treadmill The dog eat dog Is such a slog I have to find the time to hide away In my fantasy All my dreams can come to me I can lose myself in perfection that I know I’ll never f
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Kittens
Skittering, tumbling, Flittering, fumbling, Skidding the length of my kitchen floor, Rumptious, bumptious, Utterly scrumptious, Rolling polling bundles of fur. Pottering, footling, Nosing and rootling, Dashing, crashing all over my toes, Cavorting, careering, Cat mountaineering, Climbing, sliding, jittery small. Squeaking and wriggling, Tickling, squiggling, Frolicking, rollicking flurry of paws; A scattering smattering, Stalking and scratcheting Rumpus of tigerish tinies at work.
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Ode To Little Girls
Ode To Little Girls (or 'Who'd Be A Mother?' ) Sugar and spice and all things nice That's what little girls are made of. Except… When they pee on the floor And slam every door Thump their brother hard straight in the eye Or they pull the cat's tail Then try to eat snails Calmly tell you an out-and-out lie. Dreaming of kittens and warm, woollen mittens That's what little girls are meant to do. Except… When they're screaming for sweets And demanding rich treats Or refusing to do as they're asked Throwing tantrums galore (Or themselves to the floor) When you just try to give them a bath. Glitter and lacey frills, fai
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But Since I Don't
But since I don't I'll stand here wet, And since you do you have the towel, But when did them have all the get That go out walking in the foul? And since I didn't we had no brolly But 'cos you are you don't complain If anything it was rather jolly To go out walking in the rain.
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My Shame
I waited in the rain ‘mongst screaming girls My best dress on, my hair all done with curls; At last to see my hero in the flesh! (In spite of being crushed by fans and press). The limousine, all sleek and black, drew near And screams of girls near broke the drums of ears; A tailored trouser-leg, a well-heeled boot, A melting smile to match the perfect suit, But a million camera flashes split the night And all the crowd was dazzled by the light; Now blind, I stumbled, lost my bearings all, Grabbed out to stop as through the rope did fall... Twas front page news, accompanied by pics: “Star’s Trousers Lost To Lustful
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The Plaything
I’m just some trophy to you, am I not? Some trinket to parade in front of your friends On the arm of your Versace suit Like a dog on a leash or a new pair of shoes. I may have legs up to my armpits, it’s true, I may indeed be a natural blonde, But I also have a degree or two (Not that you ever bothered to find that out). I worked for the VSO out in Nepal, I helped at the nursing home on the weekends, I wrote a thesis on Proust long ago, But all you care about is that my dress looks good, That the people admire, stop and stare, Wonder how on earth you acquired such a beauty. I’ll admit I was dazzled by the lifestyl
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Ballad on the Deaths of...
Ballad of the Deaths of Elenros and Beriorgan In all the tales of yore, long past, Are the deeds of heroes sung: How lovers joined or parted were, Or else the victory was won. Beyond hope was the Ring destroyed; And Barad-Dur cast down, o'erthrown. Then Middle Earth was overjoyed As King Elessar took his throne. And yet there are the lesser tales Of those who lived through such dark times: Heroes; their deeds unknown, unsung. Yet knowledge of their valour climbs With the cries of those they lost Weeping to Eru of their grief; Mourning loved ones now cut down, Whose stay here was too short, too brief. Of such a tale I now shal
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Missing You
If I had the words, my love, I'd tell you what you mean to me; How in the darkened lonely nights, With foreign sirens thoughtless wailing, I thought of you and of your warmth. How in the corner of my eye I'd catch a glimpse of brunette curl On the pillow too empty white: A shadow-memory quickly shattered. How in pain I'd sit all day Aware of nothing but your absence, Incapable of any act or thought Lost deep within my memories Of happier and loving times, When I could hold you in my arms And feel your kiss upon my breast; When my heart was full and glad And all my world was you and yours. So come to me my other half, My lov
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Punting in Oxford
Punting in Oxford Dappled sun on fresh-faced cheeks, Trailing a hand in the green smooth water Pulling blossom from passing boughs While watching the ducks berate each other. A bottle of wine is tied to the stern Cooling in the gently rippling wake; Laughter and chatter have softly faded, Dozing happily to the sound of birdsong Or else the lapping water round, The slow and steady splash of pole. Pimm’s passed round in plastic cups, No words are needed to enjoy the sun, To share an afternoon out on the Cherwell. Essays are done or else forgotten: No lectures today and the tute’s tomorrow; The only things to concern th
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Song For The Internet
Falling apart at the seams A ragtag ragdoll Stuffing unravelling Stitching coming loose The day to day Gets in my way My brain only wants to fly In my unreality I can be who I want to be Find the things in life I know will always pass me by Behind the drab banality My imagination’s running wild, you see Creating complications, situations, flying high Dragging my feet on the ground A lumpish woebegone Grey and washed out A nothing on the treadmill The dog eat dog Is such a slog I have to find the time to hide away In my fantasy All my dreams can come to me I can lose myself in perfection that I know I’ll never f
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Kittens
Skittering, tumbling, Flittering, fumbling, Skidding the length of my kitchen floor, Rumptious, bumptious, Utterly scrumptious, Rolling polling bundles of fur. Pottering, footling, Nosing and rootling, Dashing, crashing all over my toes, Cavorting, careering, Cat mountaineering, Climbing, sliding, jittery small. Squeaking and wriggling, Tickling, squiggling, Frolicking, rollicking flurry of paws; A scattering smattering, Stalking and scratcheting Rumpus of tigerish tinies at work.
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Ode To Little Girls
Ode To Little Girls (or 'Who'd Be A Mother?' ) Sugar and spice and all things nice That's what little girls are made of. Except… When they pee on the floor And slam every door Thump their brother hard straight in the eye Or they pull the cat's tail Then try to eat snails Calmly tell you an out-and-out lie. Dreaming of kittens and warm, woollen mittens That's what little girls are meant to do. Except… When they're screaming for sweets And demanding rich treats Or refusing to do as they're asked Throwing tantrums galore (Or themselves to the floor) When you just try to give them a bath. Glitter and lacey frills, fai
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My Shame
I waited in the rain ‘mongst screaming girls My best dress on, my hair all done with curls; At last to see my hero in the flesh! (In spite of being crushed by fans and press). The limousine, all sleek and black, drew near And screams of girls near broke the drums of ears; A tailored trouser-leg, a well-heeled boot, A melting smile to match the perfect suit, But a million camera flashes split the night And all the crowd was dazzled by the light; Now blind, I stumbled, lost my bearings all, Grabbed out to stop as through the rope did fall... Twas front page news, accompanied by pics: “Star’s Trousers Lost To Lustful
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Ballad on the Deaths of...
Ballad of the Deaths of Elenros and Beriorgan In all the tales of yore, long past, Are the deeds of heroes sung: How lovers joined or parted were, Or else the victory was won. Beyond hope was the Ring destroyed; And Barad-Dur cast down, o'erthrown. Then Middle Earth was overjoyed As King Elessar took his throne. And yet there are the lesser tales Of those who lived through such dark times: Heroes; their deeds unknown, unsung. Yet knowledge of their valour climbs With the cries of those they lost Weeping to Eru of their grief; Mourning loved ones now cut down, Whose stay here was too short, too brief. Of such a tale I now shal
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Missing You
If I had the words, my love, I'd tell you what you mean to me; How in the darkened lonely nights, With foreign sirens thoughtless wailing, I thought of you and of your warmth. How in the corner of my eye I'd catch a glimpse of brunette curl On the pillow too empty white: A shadow-memory quickly shattered. How in pain I'd sit all day Aware of nothing but your absence, Incapable of any act or thought Lost deep within my memories Of happier and loving times, When I could hold you in my arms And feel your kiss upon my breast; When my heart was full and glad And all my world was you and yours. So come to me my other half, My lov
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Forgotten
There is a sandwich on the floor. Does no-one love it anymore? It sits there, sadly, gathering dust: A pathetically mouldy piece of crust. One wonders what might lie within? What jam or cheese or relish thin Coats the bread and butter there? But nought is seen for all the hair, The bits of crumb, and old boiled sweet, That cover its top, once sliced so neat. A green and furry pile of fluff Is all that’s left of what was once the stuff To satisfy a tummy’s roar. How did it end up on the floor? Did some child throw it in a fit of pique, Sick of marmite yet again that week? Was it simply once one of a nest Of cucumber
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Um...
Well, here we are then.  *looks about*  It's rather... grey, isn't it?  I suppose that's so it's suitably neutral so as to make the pics people post stand out, but even so.  Bleck.  :| *pokes*  Can we tweaks and pretty it up, preciouss?  Apparently not.  Humph. Anyway, yes, I decided, in my infinite wisdom to get an account on here.  I will not be posting my pitiful excuses for art, have no fear.  This is so I can keep track of friends' stuff and also see 'members only' pics. *grins* -- On the remote chance that anyone might be interested, then I suppose I should confess my main 'artistic outlet' is writing, rather than 'art proper', and
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GuadaLucero's avatar
I wonder how many notifications you'll have when you log in again, if you do... lol!
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hey...um... I read don't Panic and Ok, now Panic about the time you wrote them... and I sort of re-read them a lot of times isnce them. I can't avoid reading bits of your stories again and again. I just wanted to tell you that, I think you're a great writer and well, I wish yo write again. If I knew your real name and you wrote something I'd buy it.
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lesleyburt|Hobbyist General Artist
Wow, no activity for years on ANY of her sites. I think she died you guys.... :(
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what is weird is that she had a lot of activity. she was in ff.net, here, in livejournal and I don't know where else. And ??? I really hope she's ok, but...
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I hope she didn't :( One day maybe we'll look up and there'll be an update on a story :)
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MadameDommage|Hobbyist Traditional Artist
HI Boz! I've long been a fan of your ff.net work and huess my surprise at finding you here on deviantart. I've put up a few illustrations of your panic series on my gallery, if you want to have a look. :-)
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Thought you might enjoy my idea of Penny. Enjoy!
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thx a lot for the favs :D appreciate it a lot ! :D
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