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Archive for March 20th, 2007

She knows
She cannot help herself
She knows she is a fool
For ever at his beck and call
Always there for him
Strokes his ruffled feathers
Quells his qualms his fears
Tells him what he wants to hearShe knows
She cannot help herself
She knows she should say no
He laughs at her naivety
A puppy dog, wagging tail
Desperate to please
She has no pride
On this one way ticket ride

She knows
She cannot help herself
She knows she is drawn
Pulled by a power far too strong
What she would only do for him
What does he do for her?
Murmurs hollow words; I love you
But giving nothing more

She knows
She cannot help herself
She knows she is a fool
Blinded by a love
She believes she is unworthy of
The more she gives

The more he takes
This fool never learns by her mistakescopyright 2007 ann raven

The ghost kings are marching; the midnight knows their tread,
From the distant, stealthy planets of the dim, unstable dead;
There are whisperings on the night-winds and the shuddering stars have fled.

A ghostly trumpet echoes from a barren mountain head;
Through the fen the wandering witch-lights gleam like phantom arrows sped;
There is silence in the valleys and the moon is rising red.

The ghost kings are marching down the ages’ dusty maze;
The unseen feet are tramping through the moonlight’s pallid haze,
Down the hollow clanging stairways of a million yesterdays.

The ghost kings are marching, where the vague moon-vapor creeps,
While the night-wind to their coming, like a thund’rous herald sweeps;
They are clad in ancient grandeur, but the world, unheeding sleeps.


Posted on: 20 March 2007

Oh look, this could be me, always putting my foot in it or is it putting my foot in my mouth? Hmmm…

I regret to announce there will be a short break in transmission. Normal service here and there will hopefully resume in about three to four weeks time.


However, there will still be intermittent poetic service on London~Love~Verse and the renamed London~Love~Vincent.


(Since posting I’ve actually posted The Ghost Kings from Always Come Evening by Robert E Howard; it seems to fit so perfectly with Eliza’s pic of Bob’s ghost walking off into the distant sunrise).

Time permitting, I do hope to visit you all; it is very very hard to resist and stay away. I may become one of those lurkers, like a voyeuse silently watching what you’re getting up to.
Oh dear… you know this thing called real life does get in the way of fun fun fun!


P.S. I should like to add that Cathy has opened a new blog with the *intent* of reviewing our uber-hero’s films; should be most interesting if everyone adds their tuppence worth, so please pay her a visit!


Can’t be bad; our ab fab fav subject, Vincent D’Onofrio and his work ::deep deep sigh::


On a final note… my boss told me his sister was rushed to hospital with food poisoning; she ate a daffodil bulb thinking it was an onion. Seems she’ll be out by spring. Boom Boom!

the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

March 2007