When Curiosity Met Insanity

There is this Alice comic thing by Bri-Chan who is an amazing artist. And don't think because it's a comic it's probably geeky and lame but it's not. It's about Alice going back to Wonderland, but now she is much older and the Mad Hatter (Reginald) has a crush on her. It's about love and other stuff. It's actually really good but that's my own opinion.

If your intrastead here is the link

www.community.livejournal.com/curiousinsane

The real "Alice"

This again is not one of my poems but it belongs to Lewis Carroll. The child in the photo is Alice Pleasance Liddell who was the insparation of the book 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland'. This poem if you can see by the out line spells her name.





A boat beneth a sunny sky,
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of july.
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,

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Pleased a simple tale to here.
Long has paled that sunny sky,
Echoes fade and memories die.
Autum frosts has slain july.
Still she hunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,

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Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summer die,
Ever drifting down the stream,
Lingering the golden glem,
Life, what is it but a dream?

Jabberwocky

This not one of my poems it is from Lewis Carroll the author of 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland'. It is a poem full of nonsense and some of the words are made up.




'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Bewware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumiouns Bandersnatch!"



He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time manxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with the eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two, one, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with it's head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome rathes outgrabe.

This is it.

Hi, in this blog I'm going to talk about my poetry, maybe some fashion, and just random stuff.