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Fabliau in Old French style - La Ruse du Jambon
La ruse del bacon
Que fablieus veirs se puet estre
Jo nel puis que ametre
En cest jorn ne puis oblier
Et ausi vos voil conter
D'aventure avint a dous laruns
De dous vilains et lor bacuns
Que de ma jovence me rapele.
Uns vilains, ne sai cument s’apele
Manoit en Rodom avoec sa dame
Et estoit un poi soz d’ame
Avoit por l’iver bel bacun sauvez
Et petites bestes au bercil placez
Et par sa fiertez fu pris
Ses veisins envirun lor dist
Cuidant que ço ne li porteroit mal
Mes dui suen ne sont amical
Et ne poänt rien por l’iver mengier
Voloit l’uns le bacun le li rober
Et l’autres aussi, les soes bestes.
Non ne vos chant gaire de gestes
Li dui sont en fole atendance
Qui aus vilains ne lor portera cheance,
Par noit font assaut a l’ostel
Li plus granz le vilain fors apele
Par chant de leu il inquietez
Quite sa fame, estoit cochiez
Et lesse dariere lui la porte overte
Life Changes [Sebastian Stan x Reader] Pt 2
The driver climbed out of the car and retrieved Sebastian’s luggage. He stayed outside, leaning on the car, while Sebastian went inside.
When Sebastian returned, he was in different clothes, although his ball cap was still in place. He said a few words to the driver and then opened the door, leaning in. “There’s a grill over on Greenwich Street that’s got a great menu…feel like walking?”
You grinned. “I know that place…great choice. Let’s go for it.” You pushed open the door, waiting until a car passed before climbing out. Sebastian paid the driver, including a hefty tip, and you smirked as you placed your hat on the driver’s head. “You keep this…I’m officially retired.”
Sebastian chuckled. “But the hat was cute, though,” he teased.
The driver climbed in the car, tossing your hat into the passenger seat. You watched as he pulled away from the curb.
“Sorry to disappoint you, Mr. S
Small Town Mystery [Steve Rogers x Reader] Part 22
You stood leaning against the door jamb, arms crossed, and a smile on your face. Steve sat, his back to you, charcoal between his fingers. He’d draw, swipe or blow across the paper, and then draw a bit more. His shoulders and back moving with each line, each shadow.
You glanced around the sun-filled room, walls now painted a soft blue with white accents, except for one corner to your left. There, Steve had given Nathan a palette of colors and from the floor to about four feet high, there were ponies, dogs, and cats, trees and flowers surrounding a white clapboard house, roads of all kinds from gravel to dirt, and a tiny family of three waving. It’d been interesting to watch, because, at first, Nathan just drew the animals all around and added some trees and very large flowers. Then, it’s as if he began to think about it more, and that’s when the house and family appeared. Once dry, Steve coated it with a sheer glaze, so Nathan could bring his cars in and drive t
To Breathe Again...
You left me breathless
in the suffocating heat
but now all I want
is to breathe again…
We're All Human
Time or money
the choice is yours.
and businesses' goblets overflow.
Pit against each other in cages with suits.
Given titles that win
black, white, gay, straight;
Transitive properties, that are unseen.
Hearts grow mean.
At young ages, violence is seen.
They don't want you to know,
the gun that you hold and power you sew.
"Keep shooting each other,
sit at our feet."
Anger conceived by privilege,
lead to cries of hate.
Society, don't take the bait.
See your power and make commands.
Don't fight and play right into their hands.
Mingling Between Madness and Guilt
Tears shed are not of joy or of sorrow.
Guilt is once a feeling I could not cope with.
But now it is no more as I have become higher.
For there is no right or wrong, only what is and what isn't.
So just know you are trying better and if you ever need help I am here.
Did ye kill?
Did ye steal?
Did ye lie?
NO, ERGO GUILT Should NOT be an issue.
Like I said The Past can hunt you down and kill you
Not if you forget it.
Yesterday is dead.
Tomorrow is not yet born, Today however is a gift, which is why it is called the present.
We only have the here, we only have the now, all you can do is try to do better.
If you feel alone, your shadow is always there to listen.
I am everyone's shadow, the inhibitions they feel in themselves.
A reflection, a mirror.
I am the sworn oath and true example.
I remind others that they can be free of the tyranny of negative emotion if they simply let themselves feel.
So FEEL, ACCEPT EMOTION DO NOT DENY EMOTION.
IT IS AN OCEAN, The tide rises as
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