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

12-01-08 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie

[JustAmy]

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[Billie]

I love your magic and your tree and border. Ave Maria loaded for me(despite my media player problems). ~Thank you...It is beautiful.~

I'm so glad you could hear Ave Maria - it just seemed to fit the mood of "Amy's Boutique Open House" :)

The Christmas tree border used on that "Deck the Halls" thread took on a whole new look - one reason is because it looks brown and golden when the tree itself has no brown on it - mostly lots of red and gold and silver and crystal and white things. :)

Your angel and the framing on your post is so lovely and subdued!

[Billie]

Such a sweet puppy dog! I love those eyes!

[Billie]

Thank you for the Christmas wishes and the pretty “Santa”.

[Billie]

Elvis Presley - Blue Christmas. Another one of my favorites I listen to every Christmas. :)

[Billie]

I tried to click on that and receive music...LOL! Didn’t work!

LOL! Doesn't hurt to try - I almost always make my music links without "looking" like links, so I understand when you see something that looks musical, you just naturally 'click'!

[MEG33]

Thank You, GeeBee
For The Christmas Music

[Diver Dave]

Merry Christmas from our Reindogs

[ConorMacNessa]

The Second Coming

TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

William Butler Yeats

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[ConorMacNessa]

The Harp of Aengus

Edain came out of Midhir's hill, and lay
Beside young Aengus in his tower of glass,
Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds
And Druid moons, and murmuring of boughs,
And sleepy boughs, and boughs where apples made
Of opal and ruby and pale chrysolite
Awake unsleeping fires; and wove seven strings,
Sweet with all music, out of his long hair,
Because her hands had been made wild by love.
When Midhir's wife had changed her to a fly,
He made a harp with Druid apple-wood
That she among her winds might know he wept;
And from that hour he has watched over none
But faithful lovers.

William Butler Yeats

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[jaycee]

What an adorable picture of the dogs enjoying the snow! And the little poem is perfection! Thanks, ya’ll!

[jaycee]

Conor, I always enjoy the precious kittens you post.

[jaycee]

What a doll he/she is!

We have a comfortable 58 today. Anything is comfortable after all those teens we had for a while!

[ConorMacNessa]

The Lover Tells of the Rose in His Heart

ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.

William Butler Yeats

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[jaycee]

I adored that dog graphic with the snow. Its precious, Meg!

[jaycee]

I love those ‘no leg’ dogs, don’t you? LOL~~ They are cute!

[jaycee]

Yes, its eyes darted back and forth and was so cute doing that. Hope your day is going to suit you, Billie! I’ve gotten a few things done.

Red Hats has their Christmas luncheon this Friday. We take gifts but only can spend $5.00. Thats hard to do but I will find something. Its always nice at Christmas though. By the way, I had to call my doctor today...have a sinus infection and am just dragging. When I get that, I feel like I have the flu. His asst. just called and said he called me in an antibiotic to my drug store.

[jaycee]

GeeBee, thank you for all the wonderful music you have posted for us. I surely have enjoyed it a lot.

[jaycee]

What can I say.....they are darling!

[jaycee]

That is so adorable. I love the Dolly one saying “Everybody’s on the wrong foot but me.” Cute, cute!

[jaycee]

My goodness, thats precious!