Daily Literature Deviations for September 30, 2010

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Published: Sep 30, 2010

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Daily Lit Deviations for September 30^th, 2010

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Poetry

_{:Featured: by 1Walkingblind}
Holy LimerickThere once was a bishop of England
Who liked to dress up for the weekend.
To the clergy's distress,
In his best Sunday dress
From the pulpit he'd weekly descend.
He'd preach about Moses and Noah
With shoulders bedecked by a boa
Of lavender feather
(To go with the pleather)
While the nuns all sang "Sweet Jehovah."
And none could deny he looked snappy,
Or kept his perishiners happy.
For he found that in lime
He looked simply devine!
(Though his sermons often were crappy.)
But bedecked by bangles that jangled
And earrings that sparkled and dangled,
He had more than enough
When he preached in the buff
To distract from the proverbs he'd mangled.
Now the church had not given up hope.
"We must find out a way we can cope!
It's not his cross dressing
That causes our stressing.
He keeps stealing the clothes of the pope!"
Holy Limerick by VetchVespers

_{With great literary form and excellent word usage,
this clever limerick excites its readers with style. With
lighthearted vibrancy it's the type of literature you
want to return to over and over again!}

_{Suggested by: Deviantglengirl
Featured by: norui}
TodayToday, I packed away your pictures.
And the way I folded away your smile
Felt like I was losing you for good
I took a walk to clear my head
And found something unexpected
I stepped out into the street
And the way the sun touched my shoulders
Seemed like your arms around me
I passed a candy shop
And the way the sugar scorched and browned
Became the precise shade of your hair
I lay down in the park
And the way the grass tickled me
Felt a little like your fingertips on my skin
I stayed and watched the setting sun
And the way it colored the sky a warm pink
Became the same soft color of your lips
You used to blush when I kissed you.
I saw that in the sunset, too.
Then I waited until the stars came out
And the way the they lit the night
Looked like your eyes when lit with a smile
I saw you in the world around me
And I even though your pictures were gone
I knew I'd lost nothing at all.
"Today" by o-ohhai

_{The suggester said, "I love the soft, gentle flow
of the words." A poem about love lost, the writer does
a great job of presenting emotions through imagery.}

Prose

_{Featured by: Halatia}
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"Hand of the Gods" by AnonDesu

_{Short, silly, and wonderful. AnonDesu proves
an exception to the rule: sometimes you don't need
descriptions of characters and surroundings to create
a good story. This is one where imagination rules.}

_{Featured by KneelingGlory}

The King and the General by TheBrassGlass

_{TheBrassGlass uses the strict moral confines
of a medieval society to paint a picture of everything that
makes us human: greed, need, love, and sacrifice.}