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

12-01-08 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; 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! :)











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Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[jaycee]

I knew you would.....we do something nearly every day here concerning chocolate. I put English walnuts in it. I am gonna eat a piece when it sits a while...LOL~~~

[jaycee]

(Occam)...I’m sorry, what is that?

[MEG33]

Adorable!
You are eating fudge!
That does it..I am going to unwrap the cake and have a piece

[Lady Jag]

A snowy day in New England. How Christmassy is that?

A poem for this evening:

The Listeners

"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grass Of the forest's ferny floor; And a bird flew up out of the turret, Above the Traveller's head: And he smote upon the door again a second time; "Is there anybody there?" he said. But no one descended to the Traveller; No head from the leaf-fringed sill Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes, Where he stood perplexed and still. But only a host of phantom listeners That dwelt in the lone house then Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight To that voice from the world of men: Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair, That goes down to the empty hall, Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken By the lonely Traveller's call. And he felt in his heart their strangeness, Their stillness answering his cry, While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf, 'Neath the starred and leafy sky; For he suddenly smote on the door, even Louder, and lifted his head:-- "Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word," he said. Never the least stir made the listeners, Though every word he spake Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house From the one man left awake: Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone, And how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone. Walter de la Mare

[jaycee]

I had 2 pieces....bad girl!

Get a piece of that cake! It’ll make you smile...LOL!

[Lady Jag]

Occam’s Razor is a principle attributed to Sir William of Occam in the 14th century and paraphrased as: “All other things being equal, the simplest solution is the best.”

[Lady Jag]

That cake IS only one piece.

[jaycee]

Very good, L.J. You love poetry so much, do you write any poetry?

[MEG33]

I’m Smilin’! It is so moist and good.

[jaycee]

You see? If you don’t ask, you never learn new things! Thanks!

[jaycee]

;o)

[Lady Jag]

Teachers thought I would be a poet. I just don’t usually have enough time to write. I’m behind in everything and would love to have time to write.

[jaycee]

Told ya! I am an expert on that. ;o)

[jaycee]

If you have anything hidden back, you should share it with us! I would love it!

[MEG33]

That one piece is smaller now!

[jaycee]

Think I will say goodnight, folks! Have a good evening...see ya'll tomorrow! Sleep well, one and all!

Merry Christmas Awwww!

[Lady Jag]

Oh, I’ve got things hidden everywhere.

[Lady Jag]

Where’s the lust, girl? Show that cake who’s boss!

[MEG33]

Signing off, too..
Wishing You Sweet Dreams

[MEG33]

;o)