lb!: refrain

Angela Daisy

      A rhyming, quasi- free-verse, refraining narrative of sorts. (My apologies in advance.) And, yes, I cheated. Reposted to include a minor correction 8/8/17.


Angela Daisy was unkempt and lazy
Although, to her mind, it mattered naught
Bona-fied crazy, in speech, overphrasy;
Confabulations oft overwrought

Fickle yet funny, in voice velvet honey
Late at night she would trill; she would croon
An Aria Disjointed –Air, God appointed,
She would sing under light of the moon

The moon, the moon, the moon, the moon
She would sing under light of the moon

Angela Daisy smoked cigarettes daily
(Nicotina, a fair-weather friend)
White streams mixed with laughter wound ‘round each rafter
Puff-to-ash, left alone in the end

Yellow stained fingers, the craving still lingers
Angie scrounged the couch cushions, and soon
With a handful of cash, she made a mad dash
Through the street, warbling out, like a loon

The moon, the moon, a loon, a loon,
Through the street, warbling out, like a loon

Angela Daisy met Officer Maisey
On the road, on the way to the store
“Ma'am, please be quiet. You’ll not start a riot
Not again, on my beat, anymore.”

Angie stuck out her chin and piped with a grin,
“Sir, my character; you’ll not impune.”
When she lunged for escape, his mouth fell agape,
As she kicked, then, raced past the tribune

The moon, a loon, tribune, tribune
as she kicked, then, raced past the tribune

Officer Maisey was feeling quite tasey
And taken, frankly, somewhat aback
Using discretion, he discharged his weapon
She went down, hit the ground with a “thwack”

As the blood spread, he realized with dread
His misdeed on the body bestrewn
And ran to give aid to the heart that did fade
Her light gone, his life left en ruine

The moon, a loon, tribune, ruine
Her light gone, his life left en ruine

- ©kneipho, 2017

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oh I’M CRIYING THIS DAZAI-ODASAKU AMV IS REALLY HEART BREAKING! 
with Mamo’s REFRAIN as backsound is just… 
aaah cry a lot 

The Night stalls, nonplussed
For to The Moon, it must entrust;
To thrust its sweet shimmering dust.

Such dust is to dust,
A peculiar crystalline crust
It settles in the attics of the soul,
That no mellifluous music can cajole;

Such moondust, the mooniest
Saccharine, sugared;
Cherubs’ favorite sweet,
To lick off their own barren feet

To wake in dreaming,
To drink the dust of dust,
The night blossoms scheming -
Ambrosial, honeyed, dulcet delight
The favored candy of twilight.

The Night stalls, nonplussed
For to The Moon, it must entrust;
To thrust its sweet shimmering dust.

—  Moondust, by dat-stardust-girl

Hi as a 17 going on 18 year old in this fanbase it’s EXTREMELY creepy and weird to see older people who watch skam say inappropriate shit about tarjei. Yes, he’s “legal” now. No, this does not mean you can say weird dirty shit about him. Please.

I wonder if people ever have bad trips on refrain, like you take it thinking that you’ll get to relive that first kiss on the beach at sunset, but instead you end up reliving the time your fifth grade teacher took you aside and gently explained that you need to start wearing a bra.

100 days of Eurovision

Refrain - Lys Assia

Switzerland

It’s 100 days till Eurovision and from here till finals day I will post one Eurovision video clip each day. And I’m starting with the first ever winner. 

Lys Assia will always be remembered for winning the contest. No one remembers that the year after in 1957, she returned to Eurovision and the song did badly. Her 1958 effort came second, but no one remembers that do they? And she is a fixture each year giving her comments with grace and humility. A much loved Eurovision lady.