one man, so complex, oh dear, coco.
.. the heavens are missing their brightest of stars!.
.. he's chock full of coffee and nominal phrases,.
One dark and stormy night from out of nowhere came a light
around the room some creatures crept they stole her notebook as she slept
the notebook now was in their grip they gathered round it on their ship
their big eyes clued with concentration but oh it lacked some puncuation
the aliens now began to clammer the notebook used improper grammar
and so the notebook was destroyed invasion they would now avoid
oh yes the earth was saved that night because the grammar wasn't right
What a Happy Picture you look great
aslant a tarn there dies an oak.
ne'er was meant to edge a pool .
nor shade a verdure plush, but, .
a very good morning it seems
one man, so complex, oh dear, coco.
.. the heavens are missing their brightest of stars!.
.. he's chock full of coffee and nominal phrases,.
CoCo writes a word or two
something old and something new
His puncuation has a style
with grammar he can sure beguile
He whips up stories like meringue
and maybe use interrobang (he did what !?)
your words are like a rack of lamb
when mine resemble diced up spam
so keep on serving us your best
but don't give us a grammar test
one man, so complex, oh dear, coco.
.. the heavens are missing their brightest of stars!.
.. he's chock full of coffee and nominal phrases,.
Let the games begin
aslant a tarn there dies an oak.
ne'er was meant to edge a pool .
nor shade a verdure plush, but, .
The oaks and elms are on their way
they left one bright and sunny day
no message scribbled on the ground
just shards of bark was all we found
come back to us oh lovely trees
but off they went to see the bees
"writing, at its best, is a lonely life.
organizations for writers palliate the writer's loneliness but i doubt if they improve his writing.
he grows in public stature as he sheds his loneliness and often his work deteriorates.
New Hope and Happiness
Don't encourage me I'm barely under control
i am reading "stranger in a strange land" by robert a. heinlein.
i read it over 20 years ago.
now i am reading it from a completely different perspective.
I'm reading
Ancient technology in Peru and Bolivia by David Hatcher Childress
God Games by Beil Freer
The lost book of Enki by Zecharia Sitchin
Genesis of the cosmos by Paul La Violette
"writing, at its best, is a lonely life.
organizations for writers palliate the writer's loneliness but i doubt if they improve his writing.
he grows in public stature as he sheds his loneliness and often his work deteriorates.
Writing is like singing to me I'm not very good at either one but I enjoy the fun of it. When you use music, singing or maybe art to plunge into the depts of your soul it takes on a whole different dimension. I use those things as a distraction away from deep thought when I need a break from my natural state.
Speaking of distractions we've been watching a new bbc Sherlock Holmes series it's interesting to me to watch Sherlock grow younger as I grow older. My first Sherlock was Basil Rathbone and I was a little girl now he's a young man Benedict Cumberbatch and me well the beatles wrote a song about that age Will you still need me will you stlll feed me when I'm...
please make one sentence each from the following sets of facts:.
1) a man: he's cynical/he's old/he's a bachelor/he's grizzled.
2) a boy: he owns a schwinn bicycle/he's 10 years old/the bike is blue/it's a christmas gift/it has three speeds.
good morning Rip and CoCo
The sun is out and the temperature is rising
