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

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

[JustAmy]

Welcome To....


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and those who enjoy poetry.
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Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[Majie Purple]

That T Y rose is lovely & I realized recently that one part I forgot to put with the kitty globe and words, Thank You as well...So insert that too,lol!

HUGS!

[JustAmy]

We have taken some vacations via the train. Most have been very enjoyable (I’ll not mention my Amtrak Nightmare).

Driving is nice for short vacations. If we have lots of time, I prefer driving.

[Majie Purple]

Beautiful Sunday heart filled with flowers & butterflies!
Neat Marissa had a solo!
Hugs x 2!!

[Majie Purple]

Thank You for that lovely;thoughtful, & sweet goodnight ping on Sunday & the other snow scene greeting ping!!

[JustAmy]

Yes, I was disappointed that the graphics for Texas were missing but glad to see that the info was still there.

I hate to think that Fotki and/or Photobucket may shut down. I think I have all of the graphics on my hard drive but the links would no longer work.

[Majie Purple]

Awesome poem about military boots,etc...!
It has a reading cadence like unto marching,cool!

[JustAmy]

Great information on today’s holidays, Billie.

I really enjoyed re-visiting Aqua’s New Year’s Eve thread.

Aqua .... Your thread was lovely.

[jaycee]

Thank you for our sweet Daily Bread devotion today, Mr. Mayor. A wonderful message it was!

[jaycee]

I found this so sweet and meloncoly this morning (naturally). Christmas time is wonderful for me but very sentimental. I listened to Mary’s song twice while reading the words. It is beautiful. She has a most soothing voice. Thanks, Billie, as always.

[jaycee]

Very sweet and cute, Meg! Enjoyed that!

[jaycee]

Thanks for the Holidays, Billie. I went and checked out last year’s New Years Eve and got a bunch of good laughs. I am going back and look some more as soon as I can. I saw the beautiful green dress you made me....wow! I also have the red one too now. I remember how much fun we had last year!

[jaycee]

I guess we all have always enjoyed Kipling’s “If”. Its great!

[jaycee]

Did you post that one the other day? I was thinking I will bet anything that everyone of us has gone out into falling snow and opened our mouths and caught snowflakes on our tongues. Its just what kids do! Oh to be a kid again!

[jaycee]

You all DO have a donkey? My goodness, I never knew that...thats wonderful! Now, I know you love horses...do you have any?

[JustAmy]

I must leave for awhile.

I almost forgot that I need to renew my drivers license. I have an appt for tomorrow afternoon ... I will be reading the Driver’s Handbook this afternoon.

Wish me luck!

[yorkie]

At LAX, we were in a huge room, with gates to all the incoming and outgoing traffic, and of the thousand plus people there, we (plus two others) were the only ones over fifty.

When you drive down the highway, and pass an RV - you won’t see young whippersnappers behind the wheel. Think I know why. LOL!

[jaycee]

I noticed in your post here that you answered the question I just asked in another post to you (and by the way, I’ve handled two phone calls while doing this short post). My brother from Georgia and after that a friend. My, my, how busy is that phone sometime!

[jaycee]

Will be back a bit later. I have some oyster stew to make!

[Billie]

I should have posted this poem first - sorta goes along with the opening for today. :)

The Betrothed

"You must choose between me and your cigar."
BREACH OF PROMISE CASE, CIRCA 1885.

Open the old cigar-box, get me a Cuba stout,
For things are running crossways, and Maggie and I are out.

We quarrelled about Havanas -- we fought o'er a good cheroot,
And I knew she is exacting, and she says I am a brute.

Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider a space;
In the soft blue veil of the vapour musing on Maggie's face.

Maggie is pretty to look at -- Maggie's a loving lass,
But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass.

There's peace in a Larranaga, there's calm in a Henry Clay;
But the best cigar in an hour is finished and thrown away --

Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe and brown --
But I could not throw away Maggie for fear o' the talk o' the town!

Maggie, my wife at fifty -- grey and dour and old --
With never another Maggie to purchase for love or gold!

And the light of Days that have Been the dark of the Days that Are,
And Love's torch stinking and stale, like the butt of a dead cigar --

The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to keep in your pocket --
With never a new one to light tho' it's charred and black to the socket!

Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider a while.
Here is a mild Manila -- there is a wifely smile.

Which is the better portion -- bondage bought with a ring,
Or a harem of dusky beauties, fifty tied in a string?

Counsellors cunning and silent -- comforters true and tried,
And never a one of the fifty to sneer at a rival bride?

Thought in the early morning, solace in time of woes,
Peace in the hush of the twilight, balm ere my eyelids close,

This will the fifty give me, asking nought in return,
With only a Suttee's passion -- to do their duty and burn.


This will the fifty give me. When they are spent and dead,
Five times other fifties shall be my servants instead.

The furrows of far-off Java, the isles of the Spanish Main,
When they hear my harem is empty will send me my brides again.

I will take no heed to their raiment, nor food for their mouths withal,
So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the showers fall.

I will scent 'em with best vanilla, with tea will I temper their hides,
And the Moor and the Mormon shall envy who read of the tale of my brides.

For Maggie has written a letter to give me my choice between
The wee little whimpering Love and the great god Nick o' Teen.

And I have been servant of Love for barely a twelvemonth clear,
But I have been Priest of Cabanas a matter of seven year;

And the gloom of my bachelor days is flecked with the cheery light
Of stumps that I burned to Friendship and Pleasure and Work and Fight.

And I turn my eyes to the future that Maggie and I must prove,
But the only light on the marshes is the Will-o'-the-Wisp of Love.

Will it see me safe through my journey or leave me bogged in the mire?
Since a puff of tobacco can cloud it, shall I follow the fitful fire?

Open the old cigar-box -- let me consider anew --
Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?

A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear the yoke;
And a woman is only a woman, but a good Cigar is a Smoke.

Light me another Cuba -- I hold to my first-sworn vows.
If Maggie will have no rival, I'll have no Maggie for Spouse!

~ Rudyard Kipling ~

[Billie]

*smile* Time for another Thank You. These thank you notes give me an excuse to play with borders and frames. Today's Graphic and Music are wonderful. I appreciate the beauty that you share with us.

Well, I'm *smiling* back atcha, 'cause who wouldn't smile when someone says such sweet things. :) 'sides, I enjoy seeing the results of your playing in PSP!