I hope this one has some genuine and useful messages for me.

I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers by the trees

 buzz wrote: 
Wimpy?   Is that you???

 buzz wrote: 
Dilligaf and Effstick?

  and...  I know ,that it's one or the other,,what do you know !

Here's to 2011,,,

 HazzeSwede wrote: 
today is tomorrow's yesterday
 
I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today

Is you is or is you ain't.

 HazzeSwede wrote: 
Depends on which universe you are in. Or on quantum. Or something.

Was it today or is it tomorrow ?

 Alexandra wrote: 
I think that's a high possibility!

time for beddy bye for me....night

 Painted_Turtle wrote: 
Happy New Year!


Here's one:
I wonder if this will be the year of my glorious return. Hmmm.

 Alexandra wrote: 
'Til next year at the very least. 

edit: Shoot, it is next year most everywhere but here. 'Til this year then, at the very least. 

 Alexandra wrote: 

I tried to keep it alive, but well...er...umm....my subject matter was just too...er....um... cryptic. 

Happy New 2011 Lexi!

Not sure how long this one will last.

A classic Norse kenningtation will always give four kennings


"Now for sea-steeds' trunks there is eagles' flight over land in store"

...  ships........warriors....i.e., the birds of prey are gathering, a battle is taking place.

—Havard the halt, quoted in Skaldskaparmal by Snorri Sturluson, translation Anthony Faulkes

Equation

  ship    steed 
       —— :: ——-  
       sea     road
      
       ship  = sea-steed   
       sea   = ship-road   
       steed = road-ship   
       road  = steed-sea 

to create the metaphors read the equation "across, then diagonal"
kenning haiku

Under the shifting hegemony of now this, now that science or art, the Game of games had developed into a kind of universal language through which the players could express values and set these in relation to one another.

edit: Glass Bead Game

 oldviolin wrote: 
mmm...Toast Posties

If you can't read your menu off of a plate then I can't do nothing for ya son!

 oldviolin wrote: 
is your uvula in an uproar again?