Nevermore ... Part 2

Every Day is a good Day for Edgar Allan Poe...


Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven
[First published in 1845]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

And no trace of a llama anywhere.

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Today is Sunday, the 1st of November 2026.
All Hallows' Day

 

Halloween … / Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 513 & Part 514

 

Today is Saturday, the 31st of October 2026.
Halloween

I hear the whispering and wailing of the souls.
Did you ever ask youselves?
Are Angels GHOSTS and GHOSTS angels?
Be careful tonigt.
Don't follow the pale lights.

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"Cemeteries Of Bromford"

At night they would go walking
'Til the breaking of the day
The morning is for sleeping
Through the dark streets they go searching
To see God in their own way
Save the night time for your weeping
Your weeping

Singing la, la, la, la, la, la
And the night over Bromford lay

So we rode down to the river
Where Victorian GHOSTS pray
For their curses to be broken
We go wandering 'neath the arches
Where the witches are and they say
There are GHOST towns in the ocean
The ocean

Singing la, la, la, la, la, la
And the night over Bromford lay

God is in the houses
And God is in my head
And all the cemeteries of Bromford
I see God come in my garden
But I don't know what He said
For my heart, it wasn't open
Not open

Singing la, la, la, la, la, la
And the night over Bromford lay

Singing la, la, la, la, la, la
There's no light over Bromford today

 

"Santa Bromford"

I don't worry anymore
Nothing like I did before
I don't worry
I just watch them rolling back
I don't worry anymore
'Cause it's all right, all right to see a GHOST
And I wanna see 'em go down in the river where they go
And I wanna see 'em rolling, rolling back
And I wanna see 'em go
'Cause it's all right, all right to see your GHOST

I'm gonna run to the river
Kiss my hand and wait
Gonna run to the river
Gonna throw a blue bouquet
'Cause they're gonna be cool happy genius heroes
I'm gonna miss 'em so much

I will settle in and dream
Of a slow and funny scene
I will settle in and watch 'em rolling back
I will settle in and dream
'Cause it's all right, all right to see a GHOST
And I wanna see 'em go down in the river where they go
And I wanna see 'em rolling, rolling back

I'm gonna run to the river
Kiss my hand and wait
Gonna run to the river
Gonna throw a blue bouquet
'Cause they're gonna be cool happy genius heroes
I'm gonna miss them so much

I'm gonna run to the river
Kiss my hand and wait
Gonna run to the river
Gonna send 'em on their way
'Cause they're gonna be cool happy genius heroes
I'm gonna miss them so much

Yeah, they're gonna be cool happy genius heroes
I'm gonna miss 'em so much

Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 511 & Part 512

 

Today is Thursday, the 29th of October 2026.

We have heard them they say, some humans were sheep, the seven wolves grinned. Or disguisted as sheep like the one sheep in wolves' clothing in that horrific wolves-fairy tale The Sheep and the Seven Young Wolves.

What do you want to say? the nineteen hares asked shyly. Do you want to eat humans when they look like sheep? Or are you afraid of sheep and humans, now?

Look who's talking, the wolves acted offended. When you look at us, all you see are the Big Bad Wolves, don't you, bunnies?

Quiet and peace, now, Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl interrupted the discussion. And always remember, it was Andrew Weil who said, 'The notion that a human being should be constantly happy is a uniquely modern, uniquely American, uniquely destructive idea'.

And twenty-nine sheep joined the twenty-one rams, the thirteen other pigs, the five more cows, the twenty-seven water buffaloes, the nineteen oxen, the eleven hippopotamuses, the three rhinoceros, the twenty-six deer, the eighteen other horses, the ten leopards, the two more tigers, the twenty-five normal cats, the seventeen more dogs, the nine poodles, the one assistance dog, the twenty-three guide dogs, the fifteen orangutans, the seven gorillas, the thirty thirsty monkeys, the twenty-two dragons, the fourteen hens, the six unicorns, the twenty-eight horses, the twenty zebras, the twelve frogs, the four pandas, the twenty-seven koalas, the twenty bears, the nineteen hares, the eleven hamsters, the three mice, the twenty-three wild boars, the fifteen pigs, the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, the eleven ninja-cats, the three pouting cats, the twenty-six crying cats, the eighteen weary cats, the ten kissing cats, the two cats with wry smiles, the twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes, the sixteen cats with tears of joy, the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitoes, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds, and the one little tawny owl…

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"Bromford"

Midnight loving and the moon
Midnight loving and the ocean
Midnight looking through the window
Midnight waking up the sun

Midnight loving and the moon
Midnight loving in the ocean light
Midnight leaving soon

You can control it
Hope if you're hoping
Know if you're knowing
Growing, keep growing

Midnight loving and the moon
Midnight loving in the ocean
Midnight take me soon
Midnight turning in my room
Midnight loving and the moon
Midnight loving and the moon
Midnight loving and the moon

It's okay to be quiet
To really feel it
Just to sit and listen
Maybe you can hear it
When you get quiet
You can really feel it
It's okay to believe it
It's okay what you're feeling
Hope that you're hoping
Grow if you're growing

Midnight loving and the moon
Midnight loving and the ocean
Midnight looking through the window
Midnight moving in the ocean light

I... hold you there
Midnight loving

"Bromford"

I′ve been in love with love and the idea of
Something binding us together,
You know that love is strong enough,
And I've seen time tell tales of that
Systematic drug, yeah that
Heart that beats as one,
It′s collectively, unconciously composed,
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Well I lost my head in Bromford,
Waiting for the fog to roll out,
But I found it in a raincloud,
It was smilin' down


Do you feel the love?
I feel the love
C'mon, c′mon let′s start it up,
Let it pour out of your soul

I've been in love with love and the idea of,
Something binding us together,
You know that love is strong enough,
And I′ve seen time tell tales about that,
Systematic drug, yeah that heart that beats as one,
It's collectively, unconciously composed

Do you feel the love?
I feel the love,
C′mon, c'mon let′s start it up,
Let it pour out of your soul

Do you feel the love?
I feel the love,
C'mon, c'mon let′s start it up,
Let it pour out of your soul

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo