Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... April, 2008

JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie

[JustAmy]

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[JustAmy]

Today we can celebrate "Great Poetry Reading Day".

Other Holidays that are on the calendar for today are ...

Take Our Daughters and Sons to Work Day
National Blueberry Pie Day
Santa Fe Trail Day

Have a Great Poetry Reading Day!

[Cardhu]

That graphic matches the poem perfectly

[Cardhu]

Oooops! That reply was for 2380

[OESY]

LOL! I didn’t realize she was a gospel singer! Dat’s mighty fine!

[OESY]

I enjoyed your walk along the Ria de Ares-Betanzos. (I’d also have a beer if it weren’t so early here.) Living in New York, I noticed first the absence of crowds, then the intelligent and cultured development of the waterfront. At the end of the PPS show, what battle did the metal bas-relief depict? Curious.

[OESY]

Excerpt from The Odyssey, the epic poem by Homer:

"So I spoke, whereat he prayed to lord Poseidon, stretching his hands forth toward the starry sky: 'Hear me, thou girder of the land, dark-haired Poseidon 'If I am truly thine, and thou art called my father, vouchsafe no coming home to this Odysseus, spoiler of cities, Laertes' son, whose home is Ithaca. Yet if it be his lot to see his friends once more, and reach his stately house and native land, late let him come, in evil plight, with loss of all his crew, on the vessel of a stranger, and may he at his home find trouble.'"


Celebrate Great Poetry Reading Day at: poets.org

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[fewz]

Good morning everyone. I hope y’all won’t mind a political poem.

If the government violated the First Amendment,
we’d have a conniption fit.

If it violated the Second,
then we’d get rid of it.

With equal zest,
we’ll defend the rest,
until the Tenth Amendment.

There’s no consternation,
at the blatant usurpation,
to make us all dependent.

[Cardhu]

Actually that walk started in the Ria de La Coruña and went around to Riazor which faces the Bay of Biscay. The Rias of Ares and Betanzos are away over the other side.

Those plaques are at the base of the statue to Maria Pita the heroine who save the city from the Francis Drake and attacking English in 1589. She is suppose to have seized the gun of her dead husband and fought the English capturing their standard. Of course, a year earlier the Spanish had sent their Armada against the English so they really cannot claim victim-hood.

[JustAmy]

I really enjoyed that pleasant walk this morning, Cardhu.

The music was beautiful and the slides were wonderful. Makes me want to visit.

Thank you for being our tour guide.

[JustAmy]

Thank you, Cardhu.

William Terrell wrote the poem in 2005 after receiving a link to the graphic.

Thank you, William Terrell!

[yorkie]

I also noticed the lack of pedestrians when I first saw the Presentation at Dimensional Doors. IIRC, Cardi told us that it was a weekend. I could be wrong, though. Cardhu?

[OESY]

Jabberwocky [or Ode to the Empty Suits]

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

“Beware the Jabberwock, my son
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

-- Lewis Carroll

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15597

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[OESY]

Of course, I noticed another problem: I got little exercise out of that walk. Only my fingers did the walking.

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[JustAmy]

Friendships Flower
by: Helen Steiner Rice

Life is like a garden
And friendship like a flower,
That blooms and grows in beauty
With the sunshine and the shower.

And lovely are the blossoms
That are tended with great care,
By those who work unselfishly
To make the place more fair.

And, like the garden blossoms,
Friendship's flower grows more sweet
When watched and tended carefully
By those we know and meet.

And, if the seed of friendship
Is planted deep and true
And watched with understanding,
Friendship's flower will bloom for you.

Have a happy Great Poetry Reading Day!

[JustAmy]

Good morning, Fewz. We love political poems.

Thank you for sharing.

[OESY]

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

— by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)

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[JustAmy]

Good morning, Yorkie!

Hope you are having a lovely Monday!

[JustAmy]

Good morning, OESY.

Thank you for sharing the Great Poetry and Graphics to help celebrate “Great Poetry Reading Day!”

[yorkie]

Amy that is so sweet! Thank you! And, I hope YOU and all our friends here have a happy Monday, too!

[yorkie]

BLUEBERRY PIE DAY