Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... Mar. 29-30, 2004

3-29-04 | JustAmy, St.Louie1 and Mama_Bear

[JustAmy]

Welcome To....


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and those who enjoy poetry. 'Amy's Place' is more than just about poetry.
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[MeekOneGOP]

Mornin', everybody ! Happy Tuesday !

Have a cup while you Freep !

[JustAmy]

Good Morning, Meekie.

Happy Tuesday to you; hope it is terrific!!

[JustAmy]

Huggin' and Chalkin'
By Clancy Hayes & Kermit Goell 1946

I gotta gal that's mighty sweet,
With big blue eyes and tiny feet.
Her name is Rosabelle Magee,
And she tips the scale at three-o-three,
Oh!
Gee but ain't it grand to have a girl so big and fat
That when you go to hug 'er
You don't know where you're at, you
Have to take a piece of chalk in your hand
And hug a way and chalk a mark to see where you began.
One day -
I was a huggin' and a chalkin'
And a chalkin' and a huggin' away
When I met another fella with some chalk in his hand
Comin' around the other way 'round the mountain,
Comin' around the other way.

Nobody ever said I'm weak,
My bones don't ache and my joints don't creak.
But I grow absolutely limp,
Ev'ry time I kiss my baby blimp,
Oh!
Gee but ain't it grand to have a girl so big and fat
That when you go to hug 'er
You don't know where you're at, you
Have to take a piece of chalk in your hand
And hug a way and chalk a mark to see where you began.
One day -
I had a yen for someone leaner,
She was meaner than a mink in a pen.
So I left her, now I'm happy as a fella could be
Huggin' and chalkin' once again 'round my Rosie,
Huggin' and chalkin' once again.

Oh!
Gee but ain't it grand to have a girl so big and fat
That when you go to hug 'er
You don't know where you're at, you
Have to take a piece of chalk in your hand
And hug a way and chalk a mark to see where you began.
One day -
I was a huggin' and a chalkin'
And a beggin' her to be my bride
When I met another fella with some chalk in his hand
Comin' around the other side 'round the mountain,
Comin' around the other side.

[visualops]

Good Morning!

[JustAmy]

Good Morning!!
Have a great day!!

[JustAmy]

Say This About Redbuds

Say this about redbuds when they bloom,
They are a challenge to winter's gloom.

They are beauty, the dawn and spring,
They are music that sky-larks sing.

They are tapers which light the dark,
To the lost a gleam, to the clod a spark.

They are the light from sun and star
Showing us where the heavens are.

Redbuds are ecstasy past all art,
They are gladness which lifts the heart.

By Laressa Cox McBurney
Published in Always The Prairie in 1949

Another poem by my Great-Aunt, Laressa Cox McBurney.

[JustAmy]

I Hear America singing

I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day- at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

- Walt Whitman -

[JustAmy]

Baked Ziti With Italian Sausage

Ingredients:
8 ounces dry ziti pasta, cooked, drained and kept warm
2 teaspoons olive oil
12 ounces mild Italian sausage links, casings removed
6 ounces mushrooms, sliced
1/4 teaspoon fennel seed, (optional)
2 packages (15-oz.) BUITONI Refrigerated Marinara Sauce
1 1/2 cups shredded mozzarella cheese, (6 oz.)
2 tablespoons shredded Parmesan or Romano cheese

PREHEAT oven to 400° F. Grease 13 x 9-inch baking dish.
HEAT olive oil in large saucepan. Add sausage; cook, stirring frequently, until no longer pink. Drain. Add mushrooms and fennel; cook, stirring frequently, until mushrooms are tender. Add sauce; cook, stirring occasionally, until heated through. Remove from heat.
ADD pasta to sauce mixture; toss well to coat. Spoon into prepared baking dish; sprinkle evenly with mozzarella and Parmesan cheese.
BAKE for 15 to 17 minutes or until cheese is bubbly. Cool for 5 minutes before serving.

Servings: 4
Amount per serving
Calories 671
Calories from Fat 441
%Daily Value
Total Fat 49 g 75 %
Saturated Fat 19.7 g 99 %
Cholesterol 114 mg 38 %
Sodium 1853 mg 74 %
Carbohydrates 19.5 g 6 %
Dietary Fiber 3.1 g 12 %
Sugars 10 g
Protein 37.2 g
Vitamin A 25 %
Vitamin C 29 %
Calcium 79 %
Iron 29 %
*Percent Daily Values are based on a 2000 calorie diet

[The Mayor]

March 30, 2004

Wake-Up Call

Read: Revelation 3:1-6

Be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain, . . . for I have not found your works perfect before God. —Revelation 3:2

Bible In One Year: Judges 9-10; Luke 5:17-39

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On February 26, 1993, a powerful bomb exploded in the underground parking garage of the World Trade Center in New York City, killing six people and injuring more than a thousand. It sparked an aggressive investigation with many arrests. But few law enforcement authorities recognized it as part of an international terrorist plot. When the Trade Center towers were destroyed by terrorists in 2001, police commissioner Raymond Kelly looked back on the first attack and said, "It should have been a wake-up call for America."

The Lord told the church at Sardis that although they had a reputation for being spiritually alive, they were dead. He told them to wake up: "Be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain, that are ready to die, for I have not found your works perfect before God. Remember therefore how you have received and heard; hold fast and repent" (Revelation 3:2-3).

The call to every believer is to be vigilant toward the Lord rather than lax and indifferent. If the fire has gone out in our hearts, He pleads with us to stir the embers into flame again.

Ask yourself: Has there been a wake-up call in my life recently that I've missed? Is God trying to tell me something? Will I answer His wake-up call today? —David McCasland

Lord, grant to us a holy zeal
That burns within our heart;
A zeal like Yours for truth and right
From which we'll not depart. —D. De Haan

To keep your heart from growing cold, stay on fire for God.

[The Mayor]

Be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain, . . . for I have not found your works perfect before God. —Revelation 3:2

To keep your heart from growing cold, stay on fire for God.

[visualops]

We have alot of those trees around here. They look great when in bloom but I have to say, they are not particularly attractive the rest of the year LOL!

[Jen]

Bob - that poem is amazing! It's my favorite of all you've shared - so far!

Our pastor said this Sunday that Christians are to be a mirror - reflecting Jesus so others can see Him in us. Or like the moon - we should shine by reflecting the SON. Your poem makes that point so beautifully! You are gifted, my FRiend! And, I'm glad to know you.

~~~~~hug~~~~~

[Jen]

Bob, I been thinking (yeah I know I shouldn't do that) maybe one of us should be archiving these poems? They seem too good to go to waste, is all. Maybe you could publish a book? I could do some illustrations, perhaps (if I ever got out from behind the computer!)...

That's a GREAT idea! Maybe you could do some illustrations and post them here so we can enjoy your work - until the book is published. :)

[Jen]

Amy, you are being bad today. Carbs are evil!

[Jen]

Hey FRiends, did you know that today is Vincent Van Gogh's birthday? Let's take a cyber day trip to the Vincent Van Gogh Art Museum!

"Starry Night"

[NicknamedBob]

"...so we can enjoy your work - until the book is published. :). ."

Oh, sure.
My only likely audience ... and they'd all say, "Thanks, but I've already seen it."

Sometimes I think they only show up for the donuts and coffee.

(narf, munch, slurp...)

[OESY]

Jen, forgive me for rushing this:

Norman Rockwell - Doctor & Doll

DOCTORS

Every night I lie awake
     And every day I lie abed
And hear the doctors, Pain and Death,
     Conferring at my head.

They speak in scientific tones,
     Professional and low --
One argues for a speedy cure,
     The other, sure and slow.

To one so humble as myself
     It should be matter for some pride
To have such noted fellows here,
     Conferring at my side.

-- Anon.

"Playing Doctor", 1992

Paperwork
by Daniella

A white lined paper,
holes and date on the top,
vital signs and temperature, blood pressure
Is my name there? 
Do you know who I am?
Am I more to you than a diagnosis,
a number, a list of medications?
Can you look at me, think of me, as
A person?  A human being?
More than a file three inches thick?
Who am I to you? 
What am I to you?
Do you remember me tonight, 
After you have hung your white coat
and signed out on your time sheet?
Do you ever think of me when you are home,
when my parents are pacing the hall,
when my breathing is labored and
my temperature is rising?
Your pager sounds at 3 a.m. 
Does it ever occur to you that
It might be me?
But then again,
Who am I to you?

"Heel! Heel!" 'Physician heel thyself'

The Doctors Visit

I went along to see my doctor just the other day.
I said to the receptionist I'd like to see him right away.
Now, I suppose I should be grateful to get on the surgery list.
First I have a consultation with the receptionist.

She's there to guard the doctor, like a sentry at the door.
She paces behind the counter, to keep her doctor from the poor.
"Is it trouble with your piles?" she calls out with a snarl.
"Or maybe feeling poorly, suffering from low morale?"

I said, "I just want to see my doctor," with a small embarrassed laugh.
She replied, "if you only want to see him, I'll get you a photograph."
I finally got an appointment, it was for ten days hence.
Suppose to everyone bar the patient the long wait must make sense.

If it is an emergency I could notify them by letter.
If it isn't quite that bad, then I've got ten days to get better.
I know they can't do anything for the common cold or flu.
But what if one of me legs fell off, then what would I do?

Still I could sit here in the waiting room, in case of cancellation.
Hearing about David's measles, or Miss Jones' constipation.
Mr Brown sat on the other side, moaning with his gout.
I'm beginning to feel better, well, you do when you get out.

In the corner some runny noses going in to see the doctor soon.
It really would be better if they tried to sniff in tune.
One lad will need the doctor, of that I am quite certain.
The dragon behind the counter saw him wipe his nose upon her curtain.

So I waited for three hours, till a cleaner said to me.
"I'd come back again tommorrow, love, they've all gone home for tea."
I replied, "I don't think bother, it was nothing dire.
I only came in to tell the doctor that his house had caught on fire."

-- Peter Jess

[SpookBrat]

Good morning all! Why thank you Jen for remembering VanGogh's birthday. Oh! I see you mean the artist formally known as Van Gogh, not my cat. Where's that darn ear?!? He lost it 7 years ago and we never found it! Isn't he a fat lard butt? He's mean too. But sweet this morning for some strange reason.

Have a nice day!

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[Jen]

Uh oh. I threw you a curve ball. Sorry OESY.

Today IS Doctor's Day too! So much to celebrate. Have a great day everyone.

[KangarooJacqui]

Sometimes I think they only show up for the donuts and coffee.

Not me, Bob... I show up to marvel at the talent! And of course a little coffee never goes astray... but at my weight, I have to lay off the donuts. Luckily I never developed a taste for them, anyway, unless they were just-made fresh cinnamon ones... (one of the reasons I never joined the police force, although a policeman I studied journalism with told me I'd make a first-rate detective.)