HAPPY HOLLERWEENIE!
Dos't ye have yer orange and black cape ready to haunt the night?
"I Vant to drrrrink yer bloooood"....{notice I rolled my "r"s and extended my "o's}
WHAT was That? I hear sounds.....
The"Hogglie-booglies"
are out!
So are the
Ghastly Ghosts and gobblins!
and for the spooktacular night we must remember:
There is a budding morrow in midnight. -John Keats, poet (1795-1821)
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary
ovemany a quaint and curuous volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"Tis some visitor." I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door--
only this and nothing more.."
Ah, distinctly I remember It was in the bleak December
and each seperate dying ember cast its ghost upon the floor
eagerly I sought the morrow, Vainly I sought to borrow
from my books surcease of sorrow,-sorrow for the lost Lenore;
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore
sorrow for the loss of the rare and radiant maiden named Lenore-,
nameless here, for evermore...
ANd the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors I had never felt before-
So that now to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"Tis some visitor entreating entry at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entry at my chamber door"-
"This it is and nothing more...".
Presently my soul grew stronger,hesitating then no longer-
"SIr" said I, "Or Madam, truely your forgiveness I implore...
But the fact is I was napping and so gently you can rapping at my chamber door
and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door
That I was scarely sure I had heard you"-here I opened wide the door-
Darkenss there and nothing more!
Deep into that darkness peering, Long I stood there wondering, fearing
DOubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before,
But the silence was unbroken, and the stikllness gave no token,
and the only word there was spoken was a whispered word "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word "lenore!"-
Merely this and nothing more...
BAck into the chamber turniong, all my sould within me burning,
soon again I heard the tapping somewhat louder than before.
"surely" said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice'-
Let em see then, what teh threat is, and the msytery explore=
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore-
Tis the wind and NOTHING MORE!
Open here I flung the shutters, when with many flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he
But wiht mein of Lord or Lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched and sat, and nothing more.
The this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou", I said,"Art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore-
Tell me what thy Lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven "NEVERMORE".
Sorry guys that is the extent of my memory of THAT particular poem! I DO hope it is Right. Never could learn all the stanzas!
So, Quoth the Raven, NEVER MORE!
{ oh geeze, I will walk around all day "quoting the raven nevermore!" WHAT did I DO???
Healing thoughts and energies for those in need....
MAKE IT A GREAT DAY!
I go back to bed now, the cat was wking me up all night,
So, QOuth the Galaxy, Nevermore!
