Showing posts with label nightingale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nightingale. Show all posts

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

There are two things in life I like hard and one of them is eggs.

One of my Brilliant Plonkers, Left Coast Guy, has challenged me to take up the gauntlet of the 7 Links Blog Challenge and I couldn't be happier than a pig in shite because its a unique blog challenge.

The aim of this challenge is to dig up your old dusty posts and present them to your blogging audience, old and new.  Please read to the bottom as I have selected 7 readers to continue this happy wee pyramid. Don't make me come and find you...

1. My most beautiful post
I write juvenile poetry from time to time...Nightingale

2. My most popular post
My most popular post was taken down a while ago for being too risqué but since the Blog Clean Up of 2011, my most popular post is Show 'em Yer Camel Toe with 59 670 views to date.  I guess camel toes are popular on the interwebz. 

3. My most controversial post
Since the Blog Clean Up of 2011, many of the controversial posts have been moved to Draft. However, this one remains, as it was quite the trend at the time.

4. My most helpful post
I'm not famous for being helpful but reading my 100 Things will shed some light on how loopy I really am.

5. A post whose success surprised me
My EdenFantasys Giveway.  I didn't expect such a huge response, so there will be another one towards the end of the month.

6. A post I feel didn’t get the attention it deserved
0 comments is an awful thing to see, A Very Odd Night  got two comments and I was expecting more seeing I was so freaked the fuck out!

7. The post that I am most proud of
I wouldn't say I'm proud, but I read this every year when the dreaded winter rolls in.  Most of you Plonkers know I Hate Winter!



And now for the 7 fucking Brilliant Plonkers that I nominate to continue this challenge. I look forward to reading some of their OLD posts.


Sunday, 23 May 2010

Nightingale


Muted nightingale

With one clipped wing

She will never soar

She will never sing

Upon her leg, a silver ring



Beautiful Nightingale

Her silent splendour worshipped

She closes her eyes and projects her song

The only other way she knows how

From heart to heart

From spirit to spirit

In your mind you will see her fly

Swooping into your slumbering soul


Sweet Nightingale

Sings only in her dreams

Her mantra tender and clear

Injured wing crippling her freedom

With mended wing flies gracefully without fear


Brave Nightingale

Perhaps one day a miracle will shine

Her cage bars will shatter and part

She will sing for the first time

A song so sweet

and fly straight to your heart

For yours to keep

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