VanessaHolly

RULES

1. You must post the rules
2. Each person must post 5 things about them in their journal
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create eleven new questions for the people you tag to answer.
4. You have to choose 11 people to tag and post their icons on your journal.
5. Go to their page and tell them you have tagged them.
6.. No tag backs
7. No stuff in the tagging section about "you're tagged if you're reading this". You legitimately have to tag 11 people.


5 Things About Me:

1. I'm short
2. I went to Glacier National Park yesterday
3. I love webcomics
4. I'm not going to tag anyone
5. I DO WHAT I WANT!

ok I got tagged by ~Tera-Earth. Here are her questions:

1. Chocolate or Vanilla?
2. Ice Cream: Cup or Cone?
3. First thing you would do if Invisible for a day?
4. Least favorite color?
5. Favorite time of the day?
6. Gmail or Yahoo?
7. Twitter?
8. What comes to your mind when I say "My mustache's name is Wendy"?
9. Did you abandon your Myspace account?
10. Did you ever have one?
11. Strangest thing you've ever done at 3 in the morning?


1. both
2. cup
3. steal an iPad
4. light purple, like a lavender color
5. late at night when everyone else is asleep and i have no obligations to anyone
6. gmail
7. chirp
8. "LOKI'D!!! EHEHEHEHEHE"
9. ... I wouldn't say abandoned. It's horribly neglected, though
10. Actually i used to have two. I was obsessed with pieces of flair on fb, but i was starting to annoy people by sending them too many, so i created 2 myspace accounts in order to send flair to myself. Then myspace shut down the pieces of flair app so i deleted my second account and i now just use the original one to listen to music.
11. I don't know.

well, I don't mind filling these out but I've never felt comfortable spreading these things because they're really pushy like "don't break the chain" (at least it doesn't say a dead girl will appear and kill me if I don't send this on ) so I'll just not tag anyone and that will be the end of it.

I have seen The Avengers four times.


I'm getting really excited for The Amazing Spider-Man, mostly because I've now seen the trailer four times, and also because I'm reading a Spider-Man novel by Diane Duane that I found at the library.

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The Secret Town
by Ogden Nash

There is a town within a town,
Where my true love walks alone,
And green, oh meadow green, is her gown,
And daffodil gold her shoon.

Unto that silent, secret place,
No street, no alley, leads.
A town without a market place,
No huckster crowd it feeds.

The wagon wheels without the wall,
They are not heard within.
The angry bells that clash and call,
They may not enter in.

And thunderheads their thunder lose;
Such is the stillness there,
That in the grassy avenues
The deer feeds, and the hare.

And there the hot sun softlier sifts,
And the harsh wind softlier blows,
And the frost melts, and the fog lifts,
And earlier springs the rose.

Within that town a lady walks
In dear serenity,
And lilies on their slender stalks
Less stately are than she.

Less delicate the violets are,
Less light of foot the deer,
Less lovely is the evening star,
Than she who walketh here.

I built that greedy outer town,
And she the town within.
When my own creature howls me down,
She bids me enter in.

Oh meadow, meadow green is her gown,
And daffodil gold her shoon.
God keep the town within a town,
Where my true love walks alone.

One of my earliest favorite poets was Ogden Nash, whose style is unique and adorably whimsical. I never warmed up to Dr. Seuss as a kid, but I sure loved Ogden Nash.
In order to demonstrate the range of different subject matter and styles Nash displayed, I'm going to post a sort of children's story poem today, and tomorrow I will post a more romantic sort of poem by him. The third day I'll pick another poem at random (I haven't decided which yet). You will see the contrast, and be surprised that these weird and interesting poems could all be by the same poet.

The Tale of Custard the Dragon
by Ogden Nash

Belinda lived in a little white house,
With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse,
And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon,
And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink,
And the little gray mouse, she called her Blink,
And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard,
But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.

Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth,
And spikes on top of him and scales underneath,
Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose,
And realio, trulio daggers on his toes.

Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs,
Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful,
Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival,
They all sat laughing in the little red wagon
At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon.

Belinda giggled till she shoook the house,
And Blink said Weeck! which is giggling for a mouse,
Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age,
When Custard cried for a nice safe cage.

Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound,
And Mustard growled, and they all looked around.
Meowch! cried Ink, and Ooh! cried Belinda,
For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.

Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right,
And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright,
His beard was black, one leg was wood;
It was clear that the pirate meant no good.

Belinda paled, and she cried Help! Help!
But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp,
Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household,
And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed.

But up jumped Custard, snorting like an engine,
Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon,
With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm
He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.

The pirate gaped at Belinda's dragon,
And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon,
He fired two bullets, but they didn't hit,
And Custard gobbled him, every bit.

Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him,
No one mourned for his pirate victim.
Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate
Around the dragon that ate the pyrate.

Belinda still lives in her little white house,
With her little black kitten and her little gray mouse,
And her little yellow dog and her little red wagon,
And her realio, trulio, little pet dragon.

Belinda is as brave as a barrel full of bears,
And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs,
Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage,
But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage.

As to an ancient music's hidden fall
Her seed in the huddled dark was warm and wet
And three cold stars were riven in the wall:
Rain and fire and death above her door were set.

Her hands moaned on her breast in blind and supple fire,
Made light within her cave: she saw her harried
Body wrung to a strange and bitter lyre
Whose music once was pure strings simply married.

One to another in sleepy difference
Her thin and happy sorrows once were wed,
And what tomorrow's chords are recompense
For yesterday's single song unravished?

Three stars in her heart when she awakes
As winter's sleep breaks greening in soft rain,
And in the caverned earth spring's rumor shakes
As in her loins, the tilled and quickened grain.