[JustAmy]

The Crystal Gazer

I shall gather myself into my self again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
I Shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent.
Watching the future come and the present go -
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro.

By Sarah Teasdale

[Trikebuilder]

Roadhouse Blues

He sat on an otherwise empty stage, a solo star,
in a tarpaper sided roadside bar closed for the night,
and picked the worn nylon strings of his old guitar,
venting his silent rage in each note with all his might.

Soulful, reaching, dragging memories out of the very air,
as he played from his heart alone, and fought the demons of his mind.
Bittersweet the music and the moods it evoked in him there,
and set the night alive, to dreams he thought he’d left behind.

His audience was made up of Father Time and the Fates doing downtime,
and the music of that soul held a power that flowed out among the stars.
God and all the Angles had the tables on the left, tapping their foot to mark the time.
and the music left a better place for the passing of its roiling current in that empty bar.

The last haunting note was hanging in the quiet air of dawn for so long,
and the tired worn player sat his guitar down and stood listening to the night.
He thought he heard clapping, and he swore he heard the echoes of his song,
and as he slowly walked from that ancient stage, he wore a unseen halo’d light.

[Pippin]

Good Morning Amy!

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Dean makes me sick

Gore does too!

HEE! HEE!

[The Mayor]

Come to Me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. —Matthew 11:28

Our hearts are restless till they find their rest in Christ.

[Alamo-Girl]

Thank you for the lovely poem!

[MeekOneGOP]

Mornin', everybody ! Happy Friday !

Have a cup while you Freep !

[MeekOneGOP]

And don't forget. Monday, November 17th ...

[deadhead]

Sonnet 33 - Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear
Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled
Into the music of Heaven's undefiled,
Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,
While I call God—call God!—So let thy mouth
Be heir to those who are now exanimate.
Gather the north flowers to complete the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
Yes, call me by that name,—and I, in truth,
With the same heart, will answer and not wait.

[Billie]

Wanted to say hello to my P & P FRiends - seems I don't get here as often as I'd like. :(

Trikebuilder, hello - so nice to see you and a couple of your poems. I checked your profile page (your screenname is interesting!) - some neat 'trikes' there! :)

[Mama_Bear]

Bringing this over here, since I didn't get a chance to reply to it on yesterday's thread...

HUMIDITY (Maui)

you know it will not rain
although the sky dons
its overcoat
it only hold in heat
basting bodies
there is always hope
for us locals
but the tourist doesn't know
how much we love the rain
he only thinks of his escape
from winter's grasp
he came to see the sun
today he will take note
rain beats humidity
either way....you're wet.


either way....you're wet.

Oh, I know about this, FH, having lived for two years on Guam. It rained practically every day. Sometimes only for 10 minutes, just a little cloud burst, but enough to make everything steamy......until the next rain. LOL.

It is something that one adapts to, but what a shock to people coming from Massachusetts into that jungle environment!

[Victoria Delsoul]

Evening friends. I can't believe it's Friday, so happy Friday everyone.

If It Were The Last Time

If I knew it would be the last time
that I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.

If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.

If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would video tape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.

If I knew it would be the last time,
I could spare an extra minute or two
to stop and say "I love you."
instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.

If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day.
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
So I can let just this one slip away.

For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything right.

There will always be another day
to say our "I love you's,"
And certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do's?"

But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget.

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike,
And today may be the last chance
you get to hold your loved one tight...

So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day.

That you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss,
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.

So hold your loved ones close today,
whisper in their ear,
Tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear.

Take time to say "I'm sorry."
"Please forgive me,
"Thank you" or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.

-- Shawnee Kelly