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

November 1, 2008 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie

[JustAmy]

Welcome To....


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and those who enjoy poetry.
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Never Forget!





Bad Penny



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




Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[jaycee]

Good Morning Meg and Friends, Missed you all yesterday and will be in and out today also. Busy, busy and tired. Have a wonderful day, everyone!

[jaycee]

Before I have to run for the day, I wanted to thank you for the Daily Bread for today. I am very familiar with the performance mentioned in today’s lesson. Paul Potts was truly breath-taking.

God Bless Your Day, Mr. Mayor!

[jaycee]

[yorkie]

I got this in email yesterday, and wanted to share it with everybody - but didn't know how to make the first letters red or change the font. Meg put it all together for us. Thank you Meg!

This is what I mean to say, when I say, "Good Morning"!

God
Offers us His
Outstanding
Devotion to
Make us
Obedient &
Ready for a
New day with Him
Inspire others please, and
Never forget
God loves you

[The Mayor]

Wow, I guess I will have to search for this video clip.
Thank you both.

[MEG33]

You are welcome, (((yorkie)))
FR was off again this morning for awhile..so I am late checking in.

[MEG33]

Hope you have a wonderful day and a chance to rest soon!

[OESY]

His back!!!



Eugene...
Denis Grzetic

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[OESY]

I see your point.

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[MEG33]

Great photography! Good Morning, OESY.

[OESY]

James Garfield was born in 1831.

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[JustAmy]

November 20, 2008



Graphic by Billie

Solitude

Solitude is the companionship of the self,
A meaning greater than mere silence.
In the deeply hollows of solitude,
Is a quivering pulse of convalescence.

In the sheer unconsciousness of the moment,
A tear wells in the rim of eye,
And in the sudden realization of the emotion,
Slips from the cheek into oblivion.

A poem spurs from the heart,
Rhythm breaks its ties with rhyme.
Mind slips into the uniformity, momentarily,
When a moment breaks its ties with time.

Sarvesh Kulkarni

[OESY]

I especially liked your lighted park scene from yesterday.

[Billie]

Wow, I guess I will have to search for this video clip. Thank you both.

Oh. My. Gosh, Rus, Paul Potts is unbelievable! I watched that show that night, and followed his journey all the way to his win. He is phenomenal. He brought so much emotion to every performance, I thought my heart was going to burst.

[MEG33]

Thank you, OESY. ..That was taken behind the Reagan Building in Washington,DC just after a shower and just after sunset..I loved the lighting.

[Billie]

A beautiful Good Morning indeed!

[OESY]

Solitude

To whom it concerns, Darlene’s work will be late,
it fell on her pancakes and stuck to her plate...
To whom it concerns, my ma made me write this,
and I’m just her kid, so how could I fight this...
To whom it concerns, I lost my assignment,
maybe I’ll get lucky, solitary confinement...
To whom it concerns, Darlene’s great with the ball,
but guys don’t watch tomboys when they’re cruising the hall...
To whom it concerns, I just turned thirteen,
too short to be quarterback, too plain to be queen...
To whom it concerns, I’m not made of steel,
when I get blindsided my pain is quite real...
I don’t mean to squawk, but it really burns...
I just thought I’d mention it, to whom it concerns...

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[MEG33]

Good Morning To Amy's Place
Billie and Amy, thank you for the beautiful graphic and poetry!

[MEG33]

I don’t know how to line up the letters perfectly and center it all...If it requires all those “&nbsps”, I would still be working on it! LOL

[OESY]

Good morning, Meg!

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