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Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... October, 2008
October 1, 2008
| JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie
Posted on 09/30/2008 10:21:35 PM PDT by JustAmy
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To: yorkie; AZamericonnie
Yep..and THAT’s why the coyote bothers me..We do have outdoor kitties in the neighborhood...and I would hate to see one of them fall victim..My daughter thinks the friendliest prettiest feral cat in her neighborhood was a coyote victim..We have both given up allowing our cats outdoors..It was hard for me ..doesn’t seem natural to keep them in..but now I do.
My adult has adjusted nicely..she used to be an escape artist..The 2 kittens have not made a mad dash outside yet..but I am wary.
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posted on
10/24/2008 11:13:47 AM PDT
by
MEG33
(God Bless Our Military)
To: FRiends; JustAmy; Lady Jag
Good Afternoon
Happy Black Cat Day Everyone
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posted on
10/24/2008 11:31:09 AM PDT
by
MEG33
(God Bless Our Military)
To: FRiends
I’m feeling kind of like a wet noodle today.
I still need to make a run to the PO. I’m going to try to go soon so I can get home early.
I’m sorry that I haven’t answered your pings. I read every one ... thank you for the great graphics, the info and the friendship.
I appreciate all of you!!!
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posted on
10/24/2008 11:35:31 AM PDT
by
JustAmy
(I wear red every Friday, but I support our Military everyday!!)
To: JustAmy; yorkie; OESY; MEG33; jaycee; Mama_Bear; The Mayor; ST.LOUIE1; Billie; ConorMacNessa; ...
Travel Haiku - Flaming Foliage Festival, Pennsylvania |
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Flaming Foliage Festival our excitement rises with the colours of the season
Flaming Foliage Festival the girl dyes her hair scarlet red for the fall queen contest
More than half of Pennsylvania, which is Latin for 'Penn's woods, ' is covered by forests. In fall, red maples flare with vibrant scarlet; sugar maples brighten with yellow and orange; and white oaks' leaves turn wine-redall against a backdropp of evergreens including the eastern hemlock, the state tree. Visit in time for the Flaming Foliage Festival in Renovo, always held the second full weekend in October. Enjoy a parade and delicious fall treats and crafts from local vendors, and then watch the crowning of a new fall queen.
john tiong chunghoo
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posted on
10/24/2008 11:38:39 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(DONATE NOW at https://secure.freerepublic.com/donate)
To: yorkie
It ain’t O-S-C-A-R M-E-Y-E-R for sure! LOL
Have you tried using the lard from the grocery store? It’s the consistency of watery tapioca, and looks like it. Yuck!
It no more resembles the lard we used to use than the bologna now compares to tehn.
To: jaycee
I adore flowers! My house looks like a jungle. The yard, not so much. #2 son does all the mowing/weedeating. Sigh
To: JustAmy
Hyperbole, where is thy sting?
The individuals and organizations that seek in concert with certain government officials, the fraudulent registration of voters, are committing acts of political terrorism. The attempt to gain control of the government through fraudulent means constitutes an act of civil war by these domestic enemies of the Constitution. Just as we failed to recognize for over thirty years that radical Islam was at war with us, we have also failed to recognize that the radical left in these united states has engaged in civil war (both political and otherwise) against us since the Vietnam War. I believe that we are seeing, during this election period, a political nine-eleven.
Wake Up America!
There's no way I can vote for Barry-O since I took an oath fifty-one years ago to protect the Constitution from "domestic enemies".
Yeah I'm racist. I won't vote for a black Marxist....or a white one.... or a yellow one.... or a red one....
Wake Up America!
For all the Barry-O / Ayers voters: Heeeeeeere's Joannie
For those still wondering who shot Roger Rabbit: Fannie Mae
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posted on
10/24/2008 11:51:15 AM PDT
by
fewz
(I'm convinced that most Barry-O voters don't remember Billy Carter's brother.)
To: JustAmy; FRiends
~~Happy Black Cat Day~~
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posted on
10/24/2008 11:56:03 AM PDT
by
jaycee
(May God Bless Our Great Nation and Let Us Be Thankful!)
To: JustAmy
WORDS
Words, oh how I love them
Though few I've got to know
And fewer yet I've learned the stem
But still have room to grow
Yet, still I often dream
For pleasure more than duty
Of arranging them into a theme
Where some may deem it beauty
It takes so few to write a verse
And I will tell you straight
If one's not wise, alert, and terse
It will not turn out great.
(like this one) Aloha all
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posted on
10/24/2008 12:01:20 PM PDT
by
fish hawk
(Atheism is a non-prophet organization)
To: jaycee
"It is just amazing how flowers can put a smile on most anyones face. They must be hypnotic....they are to me!"
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Hypnotic Flower
JC - look into the flower's center for three minutes.
Do not look away.
Focus on the very center of the flower.
Now, send me ALL your chocolate.
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posted on
10/24/2008 12:03:38 PM PDT
by
yorkie
(One is never too old to enjoy a 'happy childhood'!)
To: JustAmy; FRiends
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posted on
10/24/2008 12:14:35 PM PDT
by
jaycee
(May God Bless Our Great Nation and Let Us Be Thankful!)
To: yorkie
Look for FedEx.....Chocolate on the way! LOl~~
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posted on
10/24/2008 12:16:58 PM PDT
by
jaycee
(May God Bless Our Great Nation and Let Us Be Thankful!)
To: fish hawk
Well I liked it, I think it turned out very well, fish hawk!
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posted on
10/24/2008 12:18:58 PM PDT
by
jaycee
(May God Bless Our Great Nation and Let Us Be Thankful!)
To: jaycee; Aquamarine; beachn4fun; Billie; Diver Dave; DollyCali; dutchess; GodBlessUSA; JustAmy; ...
Do Not Go Gentle Into that Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
Lamh Foistenach Abu!
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posted on
10/24/2008 12:35:50 PM PDT
by
ConorMacNessa
(HM/2 USN, 3/5 Marines, RVN 1969. St. Peregrine, patron saint of cancer patients, pray for us.)
To: Aquamarine; beachn4fun; Billie; Diver Dave; DollyCali; dutchess; GodBlessUSA; jaycee; JustAmy; ...
And Death Shall Have No Dominion
by Dylan Thomas
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead mean naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.
And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Through they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.
Lamh Foistenach Abu!
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posted on
10/24/2008 12:43:17 PM PDT
by
ConorMacNessa
(HM/2 USN, 3/5 Marines, RVN 1969. St. Peregrine, patron saint of cancer patients, pray for us.)
To: Aquamarine; beachn4fun; Billie; Diver Dave; DollyCali; dutchess; GodBlessUSA; jaycee; JustAmy; ...
Fern Hill
by Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
The night above the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long,
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would
take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea.
Lamh Foistenach Abu!
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posted on
10/24/2008 12:49:30 PM PDT
by
ConorMacNessa
(HM/2 USN, 3/5 Marines, RVN 1969. St. Peregrine, patron saint of cancer patients, pray for us.)
To: Lady Jag; JustAmy; fatima; All
Oh, Pennsylvania in these pics is soooo beautiful. I have never been there, but would love to visit, starting with all the American historical sites in Philly, then go out into the countryside, including Berks county, where my maternal ancestors first settled before the AR!
To: jaycee
No..I like that way, too! I haven’t bought balogna in ages..Mmm sounds so good fried..
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posted on
10/24/2008 3:00:58 PM PDT
by
MEG33
(God Bless Our Military)
To: MEG33
I will write bologna on the blackboard 100 times now.
;o)
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posted on
10/24/2008 3:03:52 PM PDT
by
MEG33
(God Bless Our Military)
To: MEG33
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