Poetry and Potpourri .... November 3-4, 2003

11-03-2003 | JustAmy, St.Louie1 and Mama_Bear

[JustAmy]

Goodnight, All.
Pleasant dreams.

[Alamo-Girl]

Goodnight, JustAmy! Sleep well!

[Victoria Delsoul]

Awww, that's a beautiful graphic, Amy.

Nighty night. Sweet dreams.

[JustAmy]

Your Name

I wrote your name in the sky,
but the wind blew it away.
I wrote your name in the sand,
but the waves washed it away.
I wrote your name in my heart,
and forever it will stay.

- Jessica Blade -

[JustAmy]

Fall Planting

I see that old hammock out back,
Swaying lightly in the wind
That Autumn oft expels in October,
Waiting for me to come and dream,
But the bulbs that fill my tired Hands,
leaving trails of rusty earth
Must first be laid to rest,
I must tend to their needs first.

- B. R. Jording -

[JustAmy]

Grandpa Poem

Many, many years ago, when I was twenty-three,
I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be,
This widow had a grown-up daughter, with flowing hair of red,
My father fell in love with her, and soon the two were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life,
My daughter was my mother, for she was my father's wife,
To complicate the matters worse, although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.

Father's wife then had a son, who kept them on the run,
And this made him my grandson, for he was my daughter's son,
My wife is now my mother's mother and this makes me very blue,
Because, although she is my wife, she's now my grandma too.

If my wife is my grandmother, then I am her grandchild,
And every time I think of this, it simply drives me wild,
For now I have become the strangest case that you ever saw,
As the husband of my grandmother, I am now my own grandpa!

[JustAmy]

[MeekOneGOP]

Mornin', everybody ! Happy Tuesday !

Have a cup while you Freep !

[leadpenny]

Grandpa Poem

Belly laugh! Thank you.

[firewalk]

Good morning

[nicmarlo]

Good Morning, all! : )



WHEN I HAVE FEARS THAT I MAY CEASE TO BE

WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripened grain;
When I behold, upon the night's starred face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace,
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;
And when I feel, fair creature of an hour
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power
Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

John Keats (1795-1821)

[MeekOneGOP]

LOL !

[Calpernia]

Morning to Potpourri!

Amy, are you Scorpio? I saw you comment on the horoscope yesterday.

[Alamo-Girl]

So true. Beautiful poem! Thank you!

[Pippin]

((((LOUIE)))!!!!!!!!

I missed you!

[Pippin]

Good Morning (((NIC)))!

[MeekOneGOP]

Howdy !

[The Mayor]

[Jesus] said to them, "It is I; do not be afraid." —John 6:20

We can face any fear when we know the Lord is near.

[Dubya]

Another good post.

[JustAmy]

Good Morning, Meekie.
How are things in Texas? We still need lots of coffee here in Fresno! Thank Carl for all of us.