Tag: Fun

Taking the Pith. Testing the Waters.

The serious Nature of Our World. Has led to this. The Pith. Being taken, Times after Times. A fresh new look to those old Jokes. Herein. Just Over A Dozen Ditties in Our World. Legends and Laughs combine to make You cry. Out Loud. Merry Mirth on a Legendary Scale. A lil’. Anyways. Go ahead make Your HolyDay. After You’ve made Your New Years. Bed that is.


Welcome, Greetings To and From The New Years. Herein i,

Shiro as well. Well as their Entertainment, Entertrainment Values.

Whilst delving into Our World. Legends. Do oft carry a

socially stablising Theme or Message. SomeWheres.


Merry Christmas for example. Here. Personal, Social, Local, Global

and such are the Stars Shiny therein. Herein.


Another Side. ALL Togethers. By crossing that, this and

the thus messy crissed Mind of i, Shiro and Wordplay. s.


Clicks Aways. To See… What The Cia… Says ‘Bouts… Intelligence Mind Control. Stuff. From Their Official Database. Online.



Doubled Doses of those Divine-Nots Misgivings. Gaggle

of Giggles.

Quotes and Facts, History Rightly Left. Out. Herein

anyways. They Are.


Pairs of Penned, Typed. Type of Mirth.?.

Merry, Not-So-Wise Besmirks,..


To Keep You Going. To...


A New Year. Simply Enjoy.



(Music Link)


Get more pens.

By The Dozen. Plus. Pith as well. Well as

Taking the Pith.

Testing the Waters

and so forth and so on. On with the

Pithy Pairs. We go.


Simply Enjoy.



  • Whilst Napoleon Bonaparte Tried To Grab All The Crowns of Europe.

He Couldn’t Afford A Belt.


  • Can You Name Romeo’s Fav. Hangout.?.

The Balcony.


  • Did You Hear That Mr. Mason Has Been Sent To Jail.?.

Free Mason.


  • Caesar: Hi Doc Ave,.. SO,.. What’s the Diagnosis.?.

Stabbing Pains. Again.



  • Teachers Note On Thomas Edison’s First Report Card.

The Lad Is A Bit Of A Bright Spark.


  • The Last Words Of Icarus.

What The FRICK Is R+D again.?.


  • Previous To Last Words Of Icarus.

Why Am I Sweating So.?. Note To Self... Stronger Deodorant.


  • Icarus Fav. Songslist. Top Three:

Candle In The Wind… Sir Elton John.

All Fired Up… Pat Benatar.

Lightning Crashes… Live.



  • Mrs. Death’s Most Repeated Wifely Advice.

Stop Bringing Your Work Home.


  • The Last E-bay Ad Of Icarus.

Will Swap Used EarWax Can For A Cool Refreshing Lemonade.


  • Why Did That Chicken Cross The Road.?.

Too WIDE To Duck ACross and Free Range.


  • Why Did The Chewing Gum Cross The Road.?.

‘Twas Stuck To The Chicken’s Foot.



  • Nemo’s Moot Motto:

Flushed With Excess;.. To Swimmingly Succeed. Eventually.


Feel Free and Mores to Create and Share Swiftly

Some Such

Pithy News. New

Ways Writ With Wandering Words Wonky. Legendary Loops


Local Thought. Of Mind. Yours.


Twist and querulously bend those so Quotes. To

Your this and that

Wicked or Wise Ways of Will. Too. Herein. As

Well. Well as...



  • What Do You Give SomeOne Who Has Everything.?.



Please Yes. In deed in. Here. Also. So say. Then

Share. Thems. Today. Mores. More and Overs;..

Have a Great Day as well. Well as. This


For and Everys Times, Places. Peeps Each

Need You in their PhotoShoots Over These HolyDays. There’s

This. From i, Shiro. For You. To Know.


  • I Now Know Why... i Look Bad In Photos.

Its My Face.


  • Take Care



Stay Aware. Safe



In Our World. Legends. Be One. Too. To and


Next… Our World Legends Poetic Prose On

A New Year’s Rise Of The Phoenix. All Ashed Ups.


Please Feel Free and If So Inclined To Contact/Comment:..

i, Shiro that is.

With Any Thoughts, Hints, Tips and Dreams.

If A Particular Legendary Theme or Our World Legends. Is A Desire.


To Be So Writ. Herein.



Till next…


Click Cattily To See. The Cat That Waved Samurai To Safety In Deed.


World Over and Turnings. Turnings Words To Play. Balls, Chains.

Prose and Satire combine, mix. Herein. A mix, a combo of Thoughts and Dream Wishes. Wishes that come and those That Turn. All overs. Turns. In All sorts of Ways. Ways that Our World Legends do so and say have. Have and with, least, Two sides to every Tale. Taking sides. Your Choices. Therein. Tales of go… then woe. Pt.1. One Side. 12 Plays. A Ditty of Dirty Dozen. Now. Go.


Working with Words as a Researcher into Our World Legends exposes One

to many. POV’s.

Even as the Mind of i, Shiro works through the Data, it plays. Wordplay,

twisting, manipulating and moving Thems arounds. The Data goes into Others

already there, checking to see the Light of connection. Connecting they stay,

if not… They Play.


As Belows. Herein.

A fun Way of Words overturning.

Simply Enjoy.


In a

World Over and

Turnings. Turnings

Words To Play. Balls,


That thus and so say; That. Pt.1. Herein.

One Side.


A Ditty of Dirty Dozen.

Now go. Like so and thus; Wherebys,




(Music Link)


Once. ‘Tween Us. No Words needed to be said.

Now. ‘Tween us. Words. Everything, better left unsaid.


Once. You only. Had Eyes for Me.

Now. Your Eyes cannot even meet. Mine.


Once. You asked Would i be gone long.?.

Now. Only wishing, would be. Long gone.


Once. We had not a care in the World.

Now. We sit Alone. Our World uncaring.


Once. Wild Horses could not separate us.

Now. We ride alone.


Once. We made Vows on Rainbows, Colors of light.

Now. Silently We vow. Everything just black, white.



Once. You gave me Butterflies in the stomach.

Now. All. Just. Lumps in the throat.


Once. You vowed to carry Me over every threshold.

Now. On the threshold of carrying every burden.


Once. You used to kiss me quick.

Now. We so quickly kiss.


Once. We took on the World. Battling ups n downs.

Now. Smoothly evading. Giving runarounds.


Once. Our Plans and Dreams were the same.

Now. Planning and Dreaming. Of any change. At all.


Once. You said you would Love me Forever.

Now. You ask-


Loved Me.?.

Have You so Ever.?.



Words, Lives so strung, every and which.

In other ways. In the ends. Begins,


We Walk. Play.




In those.

Chilly breezes that so. So sweep Thy Soul.


Feel free enough to let loose those Quotes

You mish and mash Ups. Herein. Misquotes.


Laugh in or cry on.

Strung Ups or Tied Downs.


Share Any and All You so wish. To. Herein.

Chains, Balls. Balls, Chains.





Pt. 2-

World Over and Turnings. Turnings

Words To Play. Chains, Balls.

Another Ditty Dozen Dishing Dirt.


Our World Legends.

Be One.


Turn Your World. Over.

Live Your Dreams.


Just Play.



Please Feel Free and If So Inclined To Contact/Comment:..

i, Shiro that is.

With Any Thoughts, Hints, Tips and Dreams.

If A Particular Legendary Theme or Our World Legends. Is A Desire.


To Be So Writ. Herein.



Till next…


That Night. Sam Hains Did Run. The Ode.

Holy Days. Holidays. Hallowed Times and Places. As One of those Special Days approaches, a special Twist. Herein. A Fictional Ode to usher in that Celebrated Day. Night, actually. A Night that brings up… and out… the Best and not-so. In Our World. Legends In and of… All of Us. A rambling running commentary on that Night. That Night Sam Hains… did run.


The writing of Fiction akin to an Art. An Art i, Shiro know lil’ of. Off

and now aways from My comforts zones. I am. Here. To writ. Write so

downs, Fictionise whatever comes up. In Mind. Mine. With this and that in mind

and Our World Legends Themed still therein and thereof. There is this. This

Fictitious Legend Combo + Dedication to those high and low


Emotions that such ‘tween Days do so bring. Out.

Fear, Excitement.

All in ‘tween. Also.


Holy Days. Holidays.

The Hallow Days.

All Hallows Day.

The Hallows in ‘tween.


The Halloween.

Tonight. So,


I ate The Pumpkin. Soup.


Most of IT.

Here’s a Taste of what. IT left. Right



and Then. A Night.

That Night.

Sam Hains Did Run.

The Ode

in Mind. Mine. Herein. Begins. Belows.



(Music Link)


The Run

of Sam Hains.


She had to go.

She had to run.




Night was coming. Rains too.


Tonight. Was THAT Night.

That Night was Here. Now.

That Night.


Closing in quick, Deep upon Her.

Tonight. Was THEIR NIGHT.


The Night That Devils Dance. Openly.

Tonight. Here.


Grabbing, tucking, pinning Skirt in one smooth motion.

She Ran.


Already near full speed when the Rains misted down.

A New Moon. Though Clouds had closed that in.


Shivering, inside and out. She ran on.

Recalling those horrid Tales of This Night.

How those caught out.

Were so mis-treated.


Things so shamefully done.

Only trickled whispers were so passed down.


‘Twas then, just as She thought of.

She Felt. IT. Close.


Behind Her. Close.

Almost, not quite Soundless. IT. Was There.


Though the Night Cooling.

She could already Feel IT’s Heat as IT so Neared.


Strong. With Power.

Everybody Knew. Everybody Said.


IT Was Their Night, Their Might.



She moved This Way. Then That.

Stealing a quick glance.

Over and around the Shoulder.

Eyes drawn, catching,


holding in Sight.

A Single Eye. IT.

Balefully, beaming. Her Way.


Wind whistled in Her Ears as She now so frantically raced.

Whipping, biting. Ankles, Shins with Wind-spray, Sand, Shore.

Not too far ahead. Just a lil’ more.

She ran. On.


As She slowed, Turning, following the Path. IT almost Touched Her.

She accelerated those Few, Last Steps.


A Grab, then Turn.

A Slam and Click.


Leaning back against the Door, allowing Mind and Body to Relax.

Letting what had run, run it’s course. Settled.

Patting and Wiping at Her Clothes and Self. Till,..




The Door Chimed. Did so Ring. Then.


Ready Now. She was NOT going to be caught out.

Not Tonight.

On Their Night.


She So Knew.

What was to be next and done.

She Knew What She Had To Do. Now.


Reaching for, then so taking hold of what She had prepped early.

The Wood went warm in Her Hands.

Just Right. For Such a Night.

That Night.

Their Night.


She had so just Run.


In One Hand, with the Other.

She so,

ever so, slowly.


The Door.


To so Hear a Howl erupt,

a chilling soulful, yet now plaintive rhetorical cry.


Childish, Pleading. Persistent.




She looked Up.

Straight at IT.

That Eye.




As many Hands made Light Work of the Sweet Contents.

In The Wood-Bowl She so Handed over and down.

One Shiny, Moving Direct Lens. Up there.

Stared Back.


She wondered as She so Watched.

That Night.

Out There still.

Baring All.



That Leading Light.

That did and so.

Light Her and Others Ways.




For the Twists and Turns of a Life are many.

A Life of a Light-House Keeper’s Daughter.

On such a Night.


Late from School.

The Run Home.

On such a Night.


Their Night.



She Knew.


The Night of Halloween.


Took Many Steps.

Ups n Downs.

Ins + Outs.



Many Steps.


She Smiled. Now.

She had run.


She Was Home.

Time to Change.


Sam Hains…

the Nomen thereof:



is the Gaelic derived Term for that Olden Festival and Tradition of Celebrating

the Mid-Point of the Autumn Equinox and Winter Solstice. This usually

marked the End of the Harvesting Season, A Change of Seasons

and Times. A Times and Places

of Death. Celebrations thereof. The Celtic Day begins and ends at Sunset. A

Peoples and Community


following the Lunar Calendar System. The Twilight Times Begins the Day. There.


The onset of Seasonal Winter akin to a New Year. The “… Fall…”

clean up done and dusted by,

on, before and during the Daytime of the 31st.


Celebrations at the Sunset onset in deed. Spoken of as a GREAT SABBAT. Oft

considered Pagan though this Term problematical. POV Mine.


Herein. Communal Ceremonies invariably utilise Fire. Bon-Fires the norm. Sacred

Fire used to Cleanse and as Divine Offerings. Other Activities, such as;




(Music Link)



Circular-, Wheel-, Cycles-, Poles-…

-Dancings, Story-telling, Mimes, Songs sung, Prose posed, Play Acts,


Sacrifices, Offerings. Festivities. Ancient Ancestors…

ALL THE DEAD… were Honored, Recalled in Our World, Legends

and Tales… re-Told. Many


left Food, Sweets and Drinks on Graves, Places of Memoriam or Power. Fancy

Clothes, Costumes, Parades, Dressing as Angels or Devils,

Giving and Taking. Life Shared. Communally.


For those who included such as the Roman Goddess

in Their Celebrations;

(…or equivalent…)

POMPONA… Apples were Bobbed. For. As well.



Our World Legends.

Be One.


Work through those Fears.

Live Your Dreams. As well, well as.


Angel, Devil.

Trickster, Treatster.

Or in’Tween.


Stay Safe.

Take Care.

Holy Days. Are Here.




Simply Enjoy. That.



A Change. Halloween’s Samhain of the Heart.



Please Feel Free and If So Inclined To Contact/Comment:..

i, Shiro that is.

With Any Thoughts, Hints, Tips and Dreams.

If A Particular Legendary Theme or Our World Legends. Is A Desire.


To Be So Writ. Herein.



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