Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. June 25-26-27, 2004

6-25-04 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear and Billie

[JustAmy]

Welcome To....


'Amy's Place' welcomes all poets
and those who enjoy poetry. 'Amy's Place' is more than just about poetry.
Come in, relax, and share with fellow FReepers
your thoughts about any of the things on the *Menu*.

Enjoy! :)












Never Forget!



Howdy!
I'm the mouser at Amy's Place. Amy named me 'cootblanch'.... (don't ask why. hahaha)







Amy's personal guardian ~
the always charming, lovable, huggable,
LouieWolf




Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[JustAmy]

"saving money for next year trip to Europe."

I thought you were working so you could come to Fresno for the picnic this year! :(

[Victoria Delsoul]

Sorry to hear you're having troubles with your connection, Amy. I know, it must be frustrating. Hopefully, you'll get some technical support and fix the problem for you.

Glad you liked the song. He has a nice, smooth voice. I like it, too.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Nighty night, Tulip.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Not yet. I'm going too, but it hurts me to spend the money when I'm trying to save it, but yes, I will eventually.

[Kudsman]

All are fine here, thanks for asking. Sounds like you are an extra busy woman these days.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Wow, that's really nice, Kuds. Thanks.

[JustAmy]

G'night, Tulip.

Hope I got here in time to wish you sweet dreams.

See you tomorrow.

[Victoria Delsoul]

I'll try to go. There are so many things I want to do.

[Alberta's Child]

Thanks! I've been pretty busy at work for the last couple of weeks. :-)

[Kudsman]

A Book of Verse

A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness -
Ah, wilderness were paradise now!

- Omar Khayyam

[Kudsman]

Clenched Soul
Pablo Neruda

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.




Nite. Signed, Victoria's scaredy cat. :-)

[Victoria Delsoul]

Meeting at Night

The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the startled little waves that leap
In fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross till a farm appears;
A tap on the pane, the quick sharp scratch
And blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, through its joys and fears,
Than the two hearts beating each to each!

-- Robert Browning

[Alberta's Child]

Very nice poem, Victoria. Who are you meeting at night? LOL.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Signed, Victoria's scaredy cat. :-)

LOL, nighty night, Kuds. It was fun.

[Victoria Delsoul]

His name is AC… nice freeper. We usually meet at night and post a little.

[JustAmy]

As you know, we have part of the Amy's Place Graphic in place.

I'm hoping to get someone to make a graphic to accompany the poem. If they cannot do it by Sunday, I plan to use it as is with the poem. Hope that is okay with you! :)

[JustAmy]

LOL

[Alberta's Child]

Heh-heh. ;-)

In that case, it's a GREAT poem. LOL!

[JustAmy]

Good evening, AG

Hope you had a great Friday and are looking forward to a wonderful weekend.

[Victoria Delsoul]

It sure is.

Gotta say good night, everyone. See you all tomorrow.

Sweet dreams.