Posts Tagged ‘Christmas’

On the Eighth Day of Christmas…

Hey! Today is the Winter Solstice. Well, I’ve no time for any writing, I’ve only just figured out that I can actually get to this page. I was being blocked all day.

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On the Seventh Day of Christmas…

Happy 20th of December!

On the Sixth Day of Christmas…

One wonders whether that would be enough to be considered a “gaggle”. Today’s contest is that the first one to post a comment telling me how many geese are in this picture, will get a cookie*! All right, after you all scramble to post your guesses, you can come back and see that I am actually continuing on the March of Words!(tm).

Our word today is:

gallimaufry \gal-uh-MAW-free\, noun:

A hodgepodge; jumble; confused medley.

Eh, someone might even refer to this whole operation as a gallimaufry. Anyway, moving on.

“And that it is, with strange despair, that I should find my love in that gallimaufry of jumbled limbs and burning faces. A thousand sweet songs being wrenched from a million rotted throats all for the amusement of those who know nothing of the reality of life and love.”

“A gallimaufry is what I have inside my head. I bring out bits and pieces and tiny specks of ideas until I run dry. Then I sleep. And by that sleep I find in my dreams even more of that which I had run out of. I find leaping rhymes and half-forgotten lines, and I find things that I have read and things that I have yet to write.”

*We here at Procrastinating Poet do not want to infringe on your right to privacy. We will never ask for your home address, password, date of birth, or firstborn child. This does, however, mean that the winner cannot recieve said cookie as a prize, but will instead have the satisfaction of knowing that it will not be wasted.

On the Fifth Day of Christmas…

Okay, if you’ve ever read The Lord of the Rings, or seen the relatively new movies then you will get this reference. Okay? Got it? Now imagine five of these.

And there you go. That’ll probably be the high point of this entire Twelve Days shenanigan. Well, again today I’ll be lazy and give you something that’s not very new. But at least I’ll give you two.

“The transfer from contentment to peace is an easy one. The trouble comes with peace in lonliness.”
– Dalrigar of the Hallows

“There are those who feel that stones are naught but solid, unthinking things. But I know the difference. There is nothing that has seen so many ageless eons as that stone that stands. And there is nothing that will outlast us so long.”
– Dalrigar of the Hollows

On the Third (and Fourth) Day of Christmas…

Hey, looky there, I missed a day of updating. Oh, well, I warned you at the beginning that I was a procrastinator, at least I’ve updated every other day since I began. So, this would have been Two-fer Thursday III, since I think I’ll be keeping that as a tradition, but instead I have a Two-fer on the days of Christmas. And I’m feeling lazy today so I won’t be continuing on the March of Words! ™. Instead, you’ll get something from my archives.

“I once walked on my own down dusty halls to visit one far more grandly arrayed and much less greatly thought of than myself. When I reached the king, he asked me of my health, and I answered. He asked me of my kin and I answered. Then he asked me of his foemen, and I declined to give him insight into others’ thoughts, and he answered. Now I sit in his jail cell; this is his answer.”
– Dalrigar of the Hallows

On the Second Day of Christmas…

Hooray for day two! Wait, does something look wrong to you? No? Oh, well then, let’s get a move on to other things. I might as well let you know now, though it is a ways away from now, that I’ll be taking a rather large hiatus in the summertime. I’ll probably mention it again when it gets closer. I won’t be able to post for a week or two at a time, and then maybe once on a weekend.

“In my devices for comity, I find my tongue being stayed by the foul odors that berate me from every edge of the world. If my voice is not heard soon, I believe that it will not be able to aid anymore the strife of our world.”
– Dalrigar of the Hollows

“The comity of nations cannot always work in tune with the ethics of nations.”

By the way, I am going to begin giving you the actual definition of each of the words for the March of Words! ™ as I get through them. To begin I will give you the first two.

largess \lar-ZHES; lar-JES; LAR-jes\, noun;
also largesse:

1. Generous giving (as of gifts or money), often accompanied by condescension.
2. Gifts, money, or other valuables so given.
3. Generosity; liberality.

palliate \PAL-ee-ayt\, transitive verb:

1. To make (an offense or crime) seem less serious; extenuate.
2. To make less severe or intense; mitigate.
3. To relieve the symptoms of a disease or disorder.

comity \KOM-uh-tee\, noun:

1. A state of mutual harmony, friendship, and respect, especially between or among nations or people; civility.
2. The courteous recognition by one nation of the laws and institutions of another.
3. The group of nations observing international comity.

That’s a lot to swallow all at once. So I’ll give you a rest until tomorrow (or maybe some other day). In the future there will only be one of these definitions per day, so it’ll be easier. Remember, try and use at least one of these new words at least twice in the next hour in order to remember them all the better.

On the First Day of Christmas…

There you go. We have begun the (in)famous Twelve Days of Christmas that I have been promising. Anti-climactic? Never! And now on to the continuing adventures of the March of Words! ™.

“The ills of the world are so taught as to seem less horrible than they really are. This attempt to palliate our troubles will not go unnoticed for long; eventually, someone will catch on to what exactly is happening in this place we call home.”

“Sweet nepenthe, palliation of the heart. Why must we all suffer that they may rise above our strife? Go, take your problems and bring me back my rabbit-hole of distraction. Let us all find such a sweet and sorrowful way to get away from pain.”