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The Family Within The Castle As she walks in the garden, She allows her fingers To brush the dew from the petals. She feels a part of eyes Burning through her bodice. As she looks up she knows immediately Who it is. Her creepy uncle Fredrick. There is a reason he is locked in that tower. And she is glad that he is there! As she continues in the garden The bottom of her dress darkens With the collection of more dew. She happens upon the gardener. He lowers his eyes For he knows that she knows That he is having an affair with her mother. Going tired of the sexual perversion around her She heads up the cobblestone walk to the castle. Where she knows she can retreat to her room. As she enters the castle, she passes by her mother and father Walking hand in hand With the appears of the most perfect couple. With a greeting and a secret sigh She continues down the hall And nearly runs into her brother At the end of the winding marble staircase. He roughs up her hair And greets with in a masculine manner However, she knows that he is on his way To meet up with the Prince for a secret encounter. On her way up the stairs She hears the shreeks of her demented aunt. With a husband like hers no wonder she is crazy. Upon reaching her bedroom retreat She opens the worn cover of her fairytale escape And melts into her reality within the pages. Tanya 8-31-2009 HOLY SCHNIKEYS!!!! What a tale you have spun lady!!! That rocks! |
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they looked up to it - unsure - exactly what it was in their pedalish/pedalized faces walled it around pollen different shades us gracious - it looked amazed - placed grand amongst them - however when - when it was insight they see see not they swayed hi bye the winds - stem - sway stems - of it all families and friends - they just couldn't believe it - and yet the yet of it allowed them to believe - it - that - this was not one of them - amongst them maybe somethin greater viewed from down here hear spying up the flowers moved by its living powers - thorny by nature - protection from its creator - grounded - richly soiled the flowers nicewhile - around a castle - could see one big sign meanwhile - amongst familes friends - whoever however - whenever whyever? - whatevers - BRIGHTER - a sun - the sun - seeing one that kills - the shinning - too much to see - the sun - down on the flowers shined - seems less seamless - so when it does shine - it shines - 57 classy clean chevy rims SHINE - uuw aah - ooh - an old wine - un cork - duh - well - sore - duh - does the less - bright - moon shine - HERE - hear! - amongst a castle it has no idea what it does - the flowers - for the flowers - grow up next to a castle - living - unsure exactly what it is - in all its greatness - the sun - the rain - the flowers - they'll soak it up n in - in any ways they can (((J)))  You sir are the white rose at the center of the garden!!!
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Only the beginning, 3 down, 4 to go with innumerably more who grace this place. Through the mists of minds In a parallel time, I stumbled upon the gate. A drawbridge of sorts, Lifting with chuckles and snorts Revealed a glow, which beckoned me in. With an excited puppy wriggle, And a few nervous giggles, I happily scampered inside. The medieval sight Of a debonair knight Blinded my senses to all else. Then like magic he shifted, “Abracadabra”, he wheezed in a whisper, “feel free to explore at your whim.” Then a door creaked I looked up, as a face peaked Through the iron railing above. He howled with glee, “Just to your right, you silly, Climb those stairs and step up to me. Or use your mind If you don’t mind that type of exercise And fly up, toot sweet!” With no thought in my brain, But to join him and maintain My sanity ------ Whoooosh, up I went Suspended in mid air in front of him. “How do I land?” He laughed, “Just think stand!” I did and my feet eased to the floor. He said, “I’m D4, Words and life, I explore, Welcome to Castle Pen.” Castle Pen? An odd name. He then explained, “We’re a family of writers. We each have our oddities As well as our specialties And sometimes keep to our own den. Hence, we are withheld And released Through some form of a pen.” With a deep courtly bow, He vanished and I wondered, “what now?” Then entered the room he had left. Ohhhh, my soul be blessed I had entered a nest Of pictures gracing the walls. Graphic memories they stirred And beneath them were words Of a path walker’s attest. Lost in a picture, I barely heard a throat clear And turned to look for the source. A gentle smile under Eyes filled with wonder Met my startled gaze. “Pray, do take a seat Your heart’s discombobulated in beat, As the pulse at your throat doth portray. This“------with a wide sweep of his hand----- “Is my Gallery and I’m DaveyB; I think it the best in the land.” “Have you been all these places With these the outward faces Of emotions held deeply inside?” With a sharp look and deep sigh DaveyB slowly replied, “I will tell you this, You curious miss Whose thoughts innocently pry. If you look real deep Inside this keep, The master kiln’s man you’ll find.” Goose bumps up my arms crawled, As he leaned on and then faded into the wall; “Oy vay,” I exclaimed, “this place is a treat!” “Treat, retreat, repeat” I strolled out the door Mumbling, “out of my head D4.” (((WENCH)))  LOVE THIS!!!! Can't wait to see the rest of this and take it all in!
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My thanks to all of you that have visited!!! Without each of you this place and this castle would not be possible! Please keep writing and lend to this place a bit of yourself and to us a bit of a twist in our lives...
With all that said I guess it is my turn to add to this castle of sorts... 
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The Family Within The Castle As she walks in the garden, She allows her fingers To brush the dew from the petals. She feels a part of eyes Burning through her bodice. As she looks up she knows immediately Who it is. Her creepy uncle Fredrick. There is a reason he is locked in that tower. And she is glad that he is there! As she continues in the garden The bottom of her dress darkens With the collection of more dew. She happens upon the gardener. He lowers his eyes For he knows that she knows That he is having an affair with her mother. Going tired of the sexual perversion around her She heads up the cobblestone walk to the castle. Where she knows she can retreat to her room. As she enters the castle, she passes by her mother and father Walking hand in hand With the appears of the most perfect couple. With a greeting and a secret sigh She continues down the hall And nearly runs into her brother At the end of the winding marble staircase. He roughs up her hair And greets with in a masculine manner However, she knows that he is on his way To meet up with the Prince for a secret encounter. On her way up the stairs She hears the shreeks of her demented aunt. With a husband like hers no wonder she is crazy. Upon reaching her bedroom retreat She opens the worn cover of her fairytale escape And melts into her reality within the pages. Tanya 8-31-2009 HOLY SCHNIKEYS!!!! What a tale you have spun lady!!! That rocks!  Thanks.
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This castle
it stands in tatters and massive disrepair but within it lives a family broken yet loving you see they truly care There is Uncle Abra down in the tunnels with his studies and yarns that amaze he sings his songs and tells his tales as he giggles at our questions of disbelief A man a friend and brother D4TC so deep in the garden of life and passion his thoughts and words tell stories giving life to grown things thorns petals sweetness sorrow life take a walk with him and see through eyes no longer closed DaveyB is glue friend father brother no matter here giving host to patience love prosperity individuality naked thought bare emotion raw passion his travels wide his heart dear gentle alone haunting the halls for all to hear his passing Auntie Wench strong silent type trying to hold her tongue let go share it don't spare it yourself for another give in live allow you counsel and care you're there here giving life love through self helping those hurting showing through words softly spoken loudly heard like glue the bond of us perfectly given strength S1owhand where are you? the man of so few words quiet reserved heard near the gates waiting watching giving birth to thought allowing entrance to those willing loving deserving showing kindness giving laughter praise understanding feeling through knowing contemplating fast then slowing Tanyaann dark cousin sharing knowledge of things not seen not blinded the dark side the moon in her room shining brightly giving voice awake not resting she breaths strength sharing those things swept under the rug hiding not wanting to be seen thank her reality escape not here Myself a sister short of a brother full of joy broken heart barely living giving what peace this place broken together whole speaking through eyes not seeing my heart right sleeve don't poke it I bleed caring so much of others forgetting of self walking nay talking the garden the halls the dungeon tower moat flower bridge and walls home love my family my friends my all That wasn't what I intended to write but I think you all have had moments where the pen was mightier than the intention. This is what came forth when I started thinking of all of you so this is what was meant to be. I love each and every one of you and thank you for being this family that is so important to me!!!  MUCH LOVE
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Continuation....
I walked along and pondered All I had seen, not noting where I wandered. Didn’t notice ‘til I stopped, my walk had led downward. Funny how when you let go You’ll get where you need to without your control. Another set of steps with cool air blowing forth. Forward and downward, I went Continuing my course crouched in descent. (The ceiling kept getting lower.) Finally, I came to a dirt cellar Containing an average in height fellar (The only thing “average” about him, I later learned.) Yes, here was the kiln’s man, Going by the name, S1owhand. His writings grace these walls. He’ll give just a tid bit, Such as, “the bricks are held with ink and spit, With blood and pure grit - now figure out where you fit.” He may say it in English or perhaps in Latin, Never missing a beat, continually shapin and slappin’ Together his next creative work. You’ll learn. Our whole conversation Bypassed my education, So in search of reference, I galloped. From the deep underground, I kept spinning around His words, so I wouldn’t forget. Now upward, I tromped Enjoying my romp Ever upward in Castle Pen. Into a round room of the left tower, With discovered parchment and ink, I scoured My memory of all it fought to retain. With S1low’s words safely written down, I could now look around, BOOKS/LIBRARY/heaven - I fainted dead away. “C’mon and rise up, Ya knowledge seeking pup”, I heard before ---- “Uggg-tooo-wahhhh splutter, splutter,” the water hit my face. Flashing eyes opened Searching for who had just spoken. My temper now steaming. All I saw was wooden shelves gleaming. I couldn’t resist stroking the grain. “I’m not that easy Stop stroking so hard, it’s not pleasing!”, The book-kace growled at me. “Mother Mary Margaret, the KACE is alive!” I yelped And jumped AWAY from that talking shelf, Desperately in need of a weapon. “You could always talk me to death”, He said under his breath. “Shape shift“, I nagged, “you gnarly old beam.” He did and there before me Was, a book in himself, kc003. He bowed and said, “In the flesh and at your service, sorry, Wenchiepo-erson, never knew you to be nervous!” “You’re gonna witness a shrieking shrew, brother of mine”, I growled, quite irked. “Oh, quit whining and get down to work”, He said through an irritating smirk. As he suggested, I got down to it Defining and incorporating s1owhand’s wisdom and wit. Hours later, time to relax in that garden outside. |
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Edited by
Differentkindofwench
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Wed 09/02/09 11:59 AM
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Think, focus on the Garden ---
Whoosh, landed off balance and bumped Into Willow, “Ohhh, I beg your pardon!” Willow and the breeze Politely dipped and bowed, forgiving me As I sauntered through the gate. “This garden was word painted into being For another and all that you are seeing Was created by Lurch’s_Sister. Lovely hues Of greens and blues Dance throughout this place. Clouds billow and waft Chasing fears and woes From hearts that need a break. On these grounds, Life abounds, No matter how the winds may shift. It’s always seeded With all that’s needed. C’mon in, relax, and drift.” These words quoted above Were carved on a plaque in the shape of a dove. (Greeting all in case Sprite or Sister weren’t here.) How did I know that last line? It wasn’t written, but popped into my mind. Cleared of all thought, except critters, off to the stables, I fly. Landing in a wallowed out kind of a trench, Face to face with myself, Differentkindofwench. Why hang out in the muck and the stench? Lessons in cleansing and transmutation Cannot be completed without exploration. Sometimes ya gotta just sift through the junk! “Ding, Ding” - did ya hear that ring? Who could this be on this most wondrous thing? Cycles upon cycles interconnected into onto one big wheel in a whorl. None other than fantabulous, ArtGurl! Happily I wave at her ch'it eaten grin 
'Til the next time, I ramble on in! |
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OMG!!! Wench, you win!!!
I humbly bow down at the feet of the woman that makes me beg for more!!! I don't beg so that's not an easy task! |
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Another awesome point of this castle ---- The minute we post and let other hearts in, We All WIN!!!!
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I agree lady! There was no contest to this but that was how I felt after reading what you'd written and I just had to post it!
I am blessed for living in and through this castle and I wouldn't change the experience for nothin!
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every write here golden...great job to all
{ok, i have to leave this thread. its getting mushy in here} |
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Gotta agree KC, 'tis a joy to read
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The prince has been cursed to a frog DK fell asleep on a log D-4 and Dave-B have a Chevy rim spree Tanyann's uncle Fredrick's a dog! 
Artgurl's a twirling dancer Sister's a kissing romancer Abra just flirts with gurls in short skirts but they seldom come back with an answer 
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The castle was alive with family affairs brothers and sisters running up and down stairs Everyone knew time would be here soon In the garden a wedding, a bride and a groom Some loved him more than any belief Others knew it would only bring grief Twitter and talk behind everyones back Who did this, did that, a sane man would crack. But waiting in the garden everyone agreed All wanted sis to be happy indeed. Bickering was common these last few days common sense often lost in a deep gray haze. But the time was today it's all in the past Sister will be married... and out of the castle at last. Hey what do you want from poetry on demand Whoooo hooooo! Davey rocks! Very cool write 
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I am awe struck, blown away, humbled, impressed, moved.. and thoroughly entertained on every level! Each and every one of the writes here are phenomenal!
To each writer.. THANK YOU for the gift of your words.
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every write here golden...great job to all {ok, i have to leave this thread. its getting mushy in here} How's this for some mush Kevin>>>
LMAO!!! Take that!
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The prince has been cursed to a frog DK fell asleep on a log D-4 and Dave-B have a Chevy rim spree Tanyann's uncle Fredrick's a dog!
Artgurl's a twirling dancer Sister's a kissing romancer Abra just flirts with gurls in short skirts but they seldom come back with an answer
WOOHOO!!!!! LOVE IT (((JAMES)))
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(((LightVoice)))
You lady are precious and I thank you for stopping in to share that sweet heart of yours!! |
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Abra, ohhhhhh, that frog is-------  ohhhh, good stuff!
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