We sail the mysts, Fairelanders are we, Aboard The FaireChylde we seek out others who thirst for hope. Each in our own lands search for those who need to find the magic of the Fairelands. I set sail to sail the mysts With my dear friends . Our dreams and memories of Past Faires fuels our Quest.
Come there is always room.
Lets seek more magical lands of HOPE.
We sail between the realms touching each for the length of a dream.
We sail for the horizon.
Our hearts as our guide.
The light of the stars of hope call to us.
We sail till the mysts part and we hit land fall again.
I make my way to my watch point and gaze into the Mysts. I catch glimpses of Faires past and the promise of future faires. I sit as the sun move westward towards the horizon. I am joined by a new Fairelander. A young girl who just had her first Faire. I offer her a seat and she takes it.
"What are you looking at?"
"There just let your heart see first then your eyes will see. Flashes, Glimpses of Faires past and what maybe."
We gaze till the light fades giving way to a painted masterpiece of a sunset.
And now, the end is near And so I face the final drop My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full of caffeine I drank at each and every sim And more, much more than this I brewed it my way........................
It was March of 2008 when the first story was told, and fourteen years later we are still sharing stories, poems, and enthusiastically starting out on new adventures in literature. Join the Seanchai Library staff and friends for two hours of stories, poetry,songs and remembrances as we celebrate in Ceiliúradh Glen, whose very name means "celebration" in Irish.
Featuring Corwyn Allen, Shandon Loring, Elrik Merlin, Faerie Maven-Praloy, R. Dismantled, Ktadhn Vesuvino, Finn Zeddmore, Aoife Lorefield, Kayden Oconnell, and Caledonia Skytower, live.
Teleport from the main landing point, or take a leisurely stroll down the stone path to The Glen.
Recently, Aola Tyrian (Ratatosk Independent) sent some poetry to
the Newser. For November, she sent some originally done
by "Laura." They make up what Aola calls "The War Suite." Today has the fourth and last of the poems.
Recently, Aola Tyrian (Ratatosk Independent) sent some poetry to
the Newser. For November, she sent some originally done
by "Laura." They make up what Aola calls "The War Suite." Today has the third of the poems.
Recently, Aola Tyrian (Ratatosk Independent) sent some poetry to
the Newser. For November, she sent some originally done
by "Laura." They make up what Aola calls "The War Suite." Today has the second of the poems.
A few weeks ago, Aola Tyrian (Ratatosk Independent) sent some poetry to the Newser. For November, she recently sent some more. Originally done by "Laura," these make up what Aola calls "The War Suite." Today has the first of the poems. *
Early in the history of the Newser, Shelly Sands would contribute poetry on occasion. Today, well, it's been a while since we had any. Aola Tyrian (Ratatosk Independent) recently sent the Newser a couple poems from someone known only as Laura. They are, "A Song to Humanity," and "About Rhythm."
Don't know much about aligning prims
Don't know much about path cut trims
Don't know much about blender stuff,
Don't know much about terrain rough
But I do know that Pi is 3.2,
And I know that if you're building, too,
What a wonderful world this would be.
Clarence the crosseyed lion (binghamton Resident)
Ivory Tower chat
This week's "Second Life Destinations" involves a gallery, and a certain gecko the Newser occasionally runs into at Virtual Ability. The Glinka Gallery is about several different forms of art, "fine art, photography, poetry, music, and dance." Of the poetry party, a video made by Draxtor Despres focuses of poetry, done by "Shyla the Super Gecko" (KriJon
Resident).
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Shyla’s work is informed by her personal experiences and passions as a
person with a disability concerned about social justice issues. She
writes to express herself, especially during these times of limited
outdoor travel, and hopes to create material that others can relate to.
The Glinka Gallery, run by real world novelist and poet Wolfgang
Glinka, comprises four galleries dedicated to fine art, photography,
poetry, music, and dance by SL artists. The aesthetic is a fun blend of
modern and minimalist with surreal accents that make the space welcoming
and engaging.
Shyla’s work is in the Frank O’Hara
Building. Named after the notable writer, this building is dedicated to
poetry. Some of her work takes the form of Fibonacci poems, where the
number of words per line are determined by the mathematical sequence
which starts with 0 and 1 and the next number is found by adding up the
two numbers before it. This adds a visually alluring element to the
poetry, with pieces resembling diamonds, triangles, or hourglass shapes.
Second Life has provided an opportunity for virtual recreation as well.
You might catch Shyla hanging out with friends, going to concerts, or
even on the slopes, as she is an avid snowboarder.
Shyla would like us to know that there are plenty of places for fans
and budding poets to try out, adding, “The SL poetry community is
vibrant. There are daily opportunities to share work. An ability to be
vulnerable in an environment of trust and respect. Sabreman Carter hosts daily open mics. Circes’ New Poet Sanctuary and Hotel Chelsea’s Sunday Spoken Word feature amazing poets in SL.”
For more in-world poetry, Shyla suggests The Blue Angel Poets Dive (SL’s oldest continuously running open mic), and Poet’s Plunder run by Klannex Northmead. Northmead also maintains The Apple, a calendar of SL poetry events.
Don't know much about aligning prims Don't know much about path cut trims Don't know much about blender stuff, Don't know much about terrain rough But I do know that Pi is 3.2, And I know that if you're building, too, What a wonderful world this would be.
From Clarence the crosseyed lion (binghamton Resident) in Ivory Tower Library chat.
Raglan Shire is having it's ArtWalk this month. But that's not the only thing going on with Second Life's most noted group of tinies. Every Monday, the community lands host a "Tiny Poetry Slam." What is a Tiny Poetry Slam? Marcel Mosswood went to one, then talked to one of it's hosts, Copper Mistral, to find out more.
There's a new exhibit at the National Museum of Caledon. While it has a lot of artwork, mostly dark and morbid, it's not the pictures that are the center of the exhibit, but of the poetry that they inspired. Andrea Jones did a number of grim poems based on these pictures she'd seen, and one can see both at the Museum owned by Star (Astarynite Resident). I attended the grand opening event, of which Cynthia Farshore provided the music
Call you up in the middle of the night Like a firefly without a light You were there like a slow torch burning I was a key that could use a little turning So tired that I couldn't even sleep So many secrets I couldn't keep Promised myself I wouldn't weep One more promise I couldn't keep
Runaway train never going back Wrong way on a one way track Seems like I should be getting somewhere Somehow I'm neither here nor there Runaway train never comin' back Runaway train tearin' up the track Runaway train burnin' in my veins Runaway but it always seems the same.... GO RELAY
To Surname, Or Not To Surname?
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
the looks and smirks of questionable lineage,
Or to pay the fee to the Master of Heraldry,
and by purchase, end then. To lie in sleep
No more a ruffian of the street,
but to rise up as the scion of House and Manor.
And to end all manner of heartache and perplexment.
But what a cost be this worth?
What Life's Journey then may be cast aside,
in vain pride forgoing a harder path,
whose darken cobblestones lay to
a greater Destiny that only those who
Chargeth all their worth in a Single Name,
Make it Blaze In Glory though the annals of history?
Who can know what path is best for you.
What Glories or Calamities might besought
from either path. Only that each must go
their own way. And be what they must be.
To those who travel both paths,
whichever they choseth.
May the winds guide you fair.
Second Life has a number of historical roleplay communities. Probably the best known one, Roma, entertains both residents and visitors with monthly festivals. For the month of February, their festival was based on ancient Rome's Lupercalia. The festival back then was best known for naked men smacking women with thongs made from hide. But the residents of Roma did more for the Second Life version.
Join us on a literary journey this Christmas Expo with the Winter
Writing Contest. The contest will feature two branches- Poetry and
Story-Telling. You are invited to write a small story or poem within a
Winter theme that may relate to your experience with cancer. You may
choose to write about a survivor, a journey of treatment, a memorial to a
loved and lost one, or whatever your heart and fingers tell you to
express.
Please read the rules carefully and tick the box at the bottom indicating you have agreed to them.
**RULES & CONDITIONS**
1. We ask that you try to keep your piece of poetry or prose to 750 words or less.
2. Submissions must be submitted on a full-permissions notecard to Cuddly Waffle on or before November 29th.
3. We will require permission to display your work on the sims at the Christmas Expo. They will be dispensed as no-modify notecards. If you'd like to include an image to be displayed with your submission, please attach a full perm copy to your submission notecard.
