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Irony (![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} isntitironic) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/community.gif){kind=small} fandom_wank,@ 2003-12-11 11:42:00 |
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Grobanites Making Fools of Themselves
Well, okay, I just wanted an excuse to show off my GrobanWank icon. And I still think 'GrobanWank' sounds like a German sausage.
A while back, somebody requested poetic wank... so we had that wanky little poem about fanfiction and self-esteem that led on to the troll wank to end all troll wanks... and now we have this. There are not one, but two poems floating around the 'Friends of Josh Groban' messageboards.
by cutelilgrobanite23
His Eyes are brown
Yet dark as night
But it's his smile
That gives him light.
And Oh, That Voice!
So smooth as silk
Yet soft as velvet.
The notes that he sings
float as if with wings
into my waiting ears.
Every time I look at him
In picture after picture
It's as if the vision changes
Into something even better.
The many languages he knows
and puts so easily to notes
Sound like angels up above.
My best friend once said
His voice makes the angels silent
And every time I hear him sing
Something else comes true-
My heart grows warm inside
And I am silent too!
His voice calms the storms
that brew inside my soul
And the playing of his CD
Over and over again
Will never be an act
That ever grows old!
by By: Kiera Bracken
You are my Autumn, for your hair is as brown as a beautiful oak tree.
You are my Spring, for you make the flowers bloom with your voice.
You are my Summer, for your voice warms my heart.
The winters are less cold and not as dark for you are in my world.
You sing foreign words like they are your first language.
That is part of the beauty of you.
Your voice makes the angels silent for they want to listen to you "Sing To Life."
When I heard you sing, I wanted to find out what the words meant.
I found out what they meant because I wanted the connection.
I wanted the connection between your voice and your words.
Your deep, dark eyes make me realize just how deep your music is.
Your voice has no age.
Your voice is like a prayer.
The angels stay silent when your voice is in the air.
I find myself needing your voice every day and the Angels agree.
This is a strange place to be stuck in the middle of a dream.
Your voice makes the angels silent and leaves me wishing it were more than a dream.
Oh, and on a slightly less wanky note (I sympathize with this one and even took part), the people on the Josh Groban community on livejournal have been wanking about how much less wanky they are than FoJG.
Stop complaining that the calendar sucked! You should be glad you got anything with Josh on it!
I don't feel like a 'friend' at FoJG...
Stop complaining! I'm not complaining about the complaining, really...
I hate llamas!
EDIT: Okay, how did I manage to forget the precise definition of 'Grobanite'? (The answer, of course, is 'us, not them, because we're 1337er'.)
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