Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. Mar.21 - Mar. 28, 2004

3-21-04 | JustAmy, St. Louie1 and Mama_Bear

[Donaeus]

Just a quick funny.... :)

How Many Dogs Does It Take to Change A Light Bulb?

1. Golden Retriever: The sun is shining, the day is young, we've got our whole lives ahead of us, and you're inside worrying about a stupid burned out bulb?

2. Border Collie: Just one. And then I'll replace any wiring that's notup to code.

3. Dachshund: You know I can't reach that stupid lamp!

4. Rottweiler: Make me.

5. Boxer: Who cares? I can still play with my squeaky toys in the dark.

6. Lab: Oh, me, me!!!!! Pleeeeeeeeeze let me change the light bulb! Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh? Can I? Pleeeeeeeeeze, please, please, please!

7. German Shepherd: I'll change it as soon as I've led these people from the dark, check to make sure I haven't missed any, and make just one more perimeter patrol to see that no one has tried to take advantage of the situation.

8. Jack Russell Terrier: I'll just pop it in while I'm bouncing off the walls and furniture.

9. Old English Sheep Dog: Light bulb? I'm sorry, but I don't see a light bulb.

10. Cocker Spaniel: Why change it? I can still pee on the carpet in the dark.

11. Chihuahua: Yo quiero Taco Bulb.

12.Pointer: I see it, there it is, there it is, right there ...

13.Greyhound: It isn't moving. Who cares?

14. Australian Shepherd: First, I'll put all the light bulbs in a little circle ..

15. Poodle: I'll just blow in the Border Collie's ear and he'll do it. By the time he finishes rewiring the house, my nails will be dry.

The Cat's Answer: "Dogs do not change light bulbs. People change light bulbs. So, the real question is: How long will it be before I can expect some light, some dinner, and a massage?"

ALL OF WHICH PROVES, ONCE AGAIN, THAT WHILE DOGS HAVE MASTERS, CATS HAVE STAFF.

[Darksheare]

I saw the thread about it.
Weird, and I'm not sure I'm even awake enough yet to fully comprehend the scope of what happened.
*Shaking more cobwebs out of ears*

But I'd have been going nuts if I got a "no such site" notice too.

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Cool, I like it. Gonna send this off in e-mail.

[MeekOneGOP]

You're very welcomed. ;^)

[dansangel]

The more I read that thread, the more confused I become because I'm not savvy on all of the technical jargon.

I'm just glad I had the presence of mind to Google FR and click on every link I came across until I accidently came on the site through the backdoor. From there, I was OK.

Biting my fingernails had *nothing* to do with this act of desperation, I assure you - LOL!

Talk about *un*-scientific......

[Victoria Delsoul]

Hi everybody.

A SOLDIER

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an arc.
They fall, they rip the grass, they intersect
The curve of earth, and striking, break their own;
They make us cringe for metal-point on stone.
But this we know, the obstacle that checked
And tripped the body, shot the spirit on
Further than target ever showed or shone.

-- Robert Frost

[Victoria Delsoul]

Hi Lori, good to see you!

Thanks for the nice poem. Hope to see you later.

[Alberta's Child]

Good to see you, Victoria. That's a great poem!

[Victoria Delsoul]

Hi PAL, oops, I forgot to ping you to my post #386. I should keep a ping list, duh!

[Victoria Delsoul]

Hi AC. Thanks, glad you liked it.

How are ya?

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Hello Victoria! I think I forgot to say good morning to you earlier. I'll find 384. Thank you!

[Victoria Delsoul]

Thanks for the info, Meek.

[Alberta's Child]

I'm doing OK. Thank God it's Friday -- I've had a busy week, and for the first time since the beginning of March I feel like I've caught up on everything I needed to do.

It finally feels like spring here!

[OESY]

Well, not exactly Robert Frost, but essentially inspiring:

The New Colossus

NOT like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor, that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Emma Lazarus

Study on Long Island Sound at Darien
John Frederick Kensett, 1872, oil on canvas

Long Island Sound

I SEE it as it looked one afternoon
In August,-by a fresh soft breeze o'erblown.
The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon,
A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon.
The shining waters with pale currents strewn,
The quiet fishing-smacks, the Eastern cove,
The semi-circle of its dark, green grove.
The luminous grasses, and the merry sun
In the grave sky; the sparkle far and wide,
Laughter of unseen children, cheerful chirp
Of crickets, and low lisp of rippling tide,
Light summer clouds fantastical as sleep
Changing unnoted while I gazed thereon.
All these fair sounds and sights I made my own.

Emma Lazarus

Success

OFT have I brooded on defeat and pain,
The pathos of the stupid, stumbling throng.
These I ignore to-day and only long
To pour my soul forth in one trumpet strain,
One clear, grief-shattering, triumphant song,
For all the victories of man's high endeavor,
Palm-bearing, laurel deeds that live forever,
The splendor clothing him whose will is strong.
Hast thou beheld the deep, glad eyes of one
Who has persisted and achieved? Rejoice!
On naught diviner shines the all-seeing sun.
Salute him with free heart and choral voice,
'Midst flippant, feeble crowds of spectres wan,
The bold, significant, successful man.

Emma Lazarus

The Hand That Rocks The Cradle
Is The Hand That Rules The World

Blessings on the hand of women!
Angels guard its strength and grace,
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Infancy's the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mother's first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow--
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Woman, how divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod!
Keep, oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

Blessings on the hand of women!
Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky--
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.

William Ross Wallace

[Victoria Delsoul]

No problem, PAL. Hope you're having a nice day. :-)

[Victoria Delsoul]

and for the first time since the beginning of March I feel like I've caught up on everything I needed to do.

Woohoo, we need to celebrate! I'm happy for you AC, I know you work hard, but heck, you're rich too.

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

It's okay. I looked at a 'snotty' thread this morning and posted some yuks. Haven't been back here since early this a.m., just been crusin' around. Looking at kitties right now. Sorry I missed you this morning.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Thanks for the lovely poems, and the baby is adorable.

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Hey, aren't you getting married tomorrow? CONGRATULATIONS! BEST WISHES FOR A LONG, PROSPEROUS, JOY-FILLED LIFE TOGETHER! See you when you get back!

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

ditto