Poetry and Potpourri .... October 20-21, 2003

October 20, 2003 | JustAmy, St.Louie1 and Mama_Bear

[JustAmy]

Thanks, Alamo-Girl.
I will ping you to future postings of my aunt's poems. I have another typed that I will probably post tomorrow morning.
Geeze, I'd better find another prairie picture. LOL

[JustAmy]

Thanks for sharing that poem, Dark.

Yes ..... that would have been perfect for Black Poetry Day. ..... : )

[Darksheare]

Yeah, it would have been.
Only problem with that was this: I found it today.
*grumble grug, gurgle gark. grit teeth, grit teeth. Chuckle*

[JustAmy]

Thanks for the beautiful picture and poem.
I wish I could write poetry but my talent lies in searching Google.

[JustAmy]

It is great to see you this evening.
Hope you can stay awhile to share a story, a poem or a joke.

[JustAmy]

That is beautiful, Dark.
Thank you for sharing it with us.

[Darksheare]

Thank you for liking it.

[JustAmy]

Friends

Friendship is...
An unbelievable thing..
It's interesting to see..
What each person will bring..
When life hands you..
More than you can bear..
A true friend sticks by you..
And is always there..
Friends...
What more can I say...
Each one is unique..
In his or her own way...
Each one of my friends...
I hold you so dear...
You make me realize...
I have nothing to fear...
I thank you...
My friends for all that you've done...
I look forward to all...
The good times yet to come..

By Beth of Simo World

[Darksheare]

"Through the tears, trials, toil and pain
Across the rift, we meet again."

Unfortunately, most of my closest friends have 'moved on from this life'.
So most of what I write about friendships reflects such.
*snort*
My sis picks on me about being Edgar A. Poe-like morbid.
*wry grin*
I guess I don't communicate the thought that I mean to send across half the time.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Hi everybody!

Your Aunt Laressa was quiet a poet, Amy. Thanks for posting her poems.

BUYING A HOUSE
by Bob Newhart

We are in the process of buying a house... and when you buy a home, you deal with realtors, you see. Now realtors are people who did not make it as 'Used Car Salesmen'. You see the ads and you say, 'Honey, this is our dream house!' Then you go out to it and you meet the realtor... and he comes on like this...

Well!... hi there... well, here she is. Boy! somebody's gonna steal this little beauty. Er... I'm not supposed to tell you this, but... this baby is priced way below the market, way below! This the wife, is it?... How do you do? John Ricksnieder...

Oh look! Is that the little baby?... How old?... 14 months, huh?... Boy! she's gonna break a lot of hearts when she gets older... ha, ha. ha Oh!... a little boy?

Er, yeh!... we always put off that first haircut, don't we?... Well, there she is!... Is that a beauty?... Yeh! That's what we call 'rustic'... this is kind of 'your rustic home.'

Well!... thats a question of semantics... when does it quit being 'rustic' ... and become ramshackle? You know, it's er, kinda hard to... It's a wonderful family home, though... it's got seven bedrooms and one bath... Anyone with any imagination and happens to own a contracting business, could just do wonders with this house.

Yeh! this is just on three quarters of an acre... Pardon? Well, not exactly... Come over to the cliff, here, let me show you where your land runs. D'you see that road, way down there? Well, that is all your land... all the way down to the road. I mean, if some of these cars stall and they start to lean on the cliff there, you can say, 'Hey! get off that land, that's my land!'

You see?... Hmm? Yeh? You saw the ad, did you? Yes, you've got the view of the ocean and the view of the valley... it's very rare. The ocean view? Er!... you wanna come over here by the cliffs? That's the way... Now, just get down... d'ya see?... just between the boughs...there!

Did you see it? There!... did you see it that time? The people who used to own this house, tell me they used to come out here on a Sunday afternoon, get down on all fours... and just watch the ocean. All your troubles just seem to float away, y'know? Just wonderful.

The valley view?... Yeah, listen... you wanna boost your wife onto my shoulders?... let me show you the valley view. It's a kind of Frank Lloyd White kind of feeling the home gives you, it just seems to fit... it seems to float right into the atmosphere...

In fact, the back of the house is starting to float... I think it's er... Now, the people who lived here before, tell me you can hardly hear anything from the sheet metal plant across the street, there.

They hardly ever knew it was here. Now folks... FOLKS! I didn't explain about the kitchen... Folks?... FOLKS!!!?...

[JustAmy]

LOL

Luv It!!

[Victoria Delsoul]

:-D

[Sir Gawain]

[Victoria Delsoul]

LOL! That's so good!!!

[JustAmy]

Thank you for sharing that trueism. LOL

[dutchess]

"Just because you're my best friend"

What a beautiful sentiment Amy. So sorry I haven't been able to post more often... It's a really busy time in my life. I must admit to "taking a breather" and timeout in the middle of the day to stop here...read a poem...reflect and leave much more relaxed. A lovely site! Thank you... Lori...AND Wofie (Gosh I miss him) and all the "regulars".

[JustAmy]

A man and his young wife were in divorce court, but the custody of their children posed a problem.

The mother leaped to her feet and protested to the judge that since she brought the children into this world, she should retain custody of them.

The man also wanted custody of his children, so the judge asked for his justification.

After a long silence, the man slowly rose from his chair and replied...

"Your Honor, when I put a dollar in a vending machine and a Coke comes out, does the Coke belong to me or the machine?"

[Sabertooth]

Evening, ladies.

[JustAmy]

Good Evening, Sabertooth.
Glad that you could join us this evening.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Evening Saber. Good to see you.