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
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Never Forget!





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the ever charming, lovable, huggable,
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Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[MEG33]

Mother was still using her Melmac til the end for everyday..It was easy for her to handle..She did not go into a nursing home until the last year of her life..and she was 93, with dementia.

[Majie Purple]

Touching pic & poem ping Thanks!!!

[Majie Purple]

Sweet! Thanks! Ditto!
:) :) :)

[ConorMacNessa]

Cuchulain's Fight with the Sea

A man came slowly from the setting sun,
To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun,
And said, "I am that swineherd whom you bid
Go watch the road between the wood and tide,
But now I have no need to watch it more."

Then Emer cast the web upon the floor,
And raising arms all raddled with the dye,
Parted her lips with a loud sudden cry.

That swineherd stared upon her face and said,
"No man alive, no man among the dead,
Has won the gold his cars of battle bring."

"But if your master comes home triumphing
Why must you blench and shake from foot to crown?"

Thereon he shook the more and cast him down
Upon the web-heaped floor, and cried his word:
"With him is one sweet-throated like a bird."

"You dare me to my face," and thereupon
She smote with raddled fist, and where her son
Herded the cattle came with stumbling feet,
And cried with angry voice, "It is not meet
To idle life away, a common herd."

"I have long waited, mother, for that word:
But wherefore now?"

"There is a man to die;
You have the heaviest arm under the sky."

"Whether under its daylight or its stars
My father stands amid his battle-cars."

"But you have grown to be the taller man."

"Yet somewhere under starlight or the sun
My father stands."

"Aged, worn out with wars
On foot. on horseback or in battle-cars."

"I only ask what way my journey lies,
For He who made you bitter made you wise."

"The Red Branch camp in a great company
Between wood's rim and the horses of the sea.
Go there, and light a camp-fire at wood's rim;
But tell your name and lineage to him
Whose blade compels, and wait till they have found
Some feasting man that the same oath has bound."

Among those feasting men Cuchulain dwelt,
And his young sweetheart close beside him knelt,
Stared on the mournful wonder of his eyes,
Even as Spring upon the ancient skies,
And pondered on the glory of his days;
And all around the harp-string told his praise,
And Conchubar, the Red Branch king of kings,
With his own fingers touched the brazen strings.
At last Cuchulain spake, "Some man has made
His evening fire amid the leafy shade.
I have often heard him singing to and fro,
I have often heard the sweet sound of his bow.
Seek out what man he is."

One went and came.
"He bade me let all know he gives his name
At the sword-point, and waits till we have found
Some feasting man that the same oath has bound."

Cuchulain cried, "I am the only man
Of all this host so bound from childhood on!"

After short fighting in the leafy shade,
He spake to the young man, 'Is there no maid
Who loves you, no white arms to wrap you round,
Or do you long for the dim sleepy ground,
That you have come and dared me to my face?"

"The dooms of men are in God's hidden place,"

"Your head a while seemed like a woman's head

That I loved once."
Again the fighting sped,
But now the war-rage in Cuchulain woke,
And through that new blade's guard the old blade broke,
And pierced him.

"Speak before your breath is done."

"Cuchulain I, mighty Cuchulain's son."

"I put you from your pain. I can no more."
While day its burden on to evening bore,
With head bowed on his knees Cuchulain stayed;
Then Conchubar sent that sweet-throated maid,
And she, to win him, his grey hair caressed;
In vain her arms, in vain her soft white breast.
Then Conchubar, the subtlest of all men,
Ranking his Druids round him ten by ten,
Spake thus: "Cuchulain will dwell there and brood
For three days more in dreadful quietude,
And then arise, and raving slay us all.
Chaunt in his ear delusions magical,
That he may fight the horses of the sea."
The Druids took them to their mystery,
And chaunted for three days.

Cuchulain stirred,
Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard
The cars of battle and his own name cried;
And fought with the invulnerable tide.

William Butler Yeats

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[JustAmy]

Thank you, Jaycee.

It is fun finding graphics that might work for Red Friday.

Have a great day and find some time to relax.

[JustAmy]

Wow ... Conor, the swan graphic is lovely. Thank you.

Thank you for sharing another wonderful Yeats poem. These are great and appreciated contributions. Thank you!

[JustAmy]

Ah ... Red Friday. Thank you, Conor. She is lovely.

Have a Fantastic Friday.

[Lady Jag]

This girl is having prfound thoughts.

Spilt Milk

WE that have done and thought, That have thought and done, Must ramble, and thin out Like milk spilt on a stone. William Butler Yeats

[JustAmy]

Thank you, LadyJ. Thank you for remembering our Military this Christmas season.

God Bless and Protect our military and their families.

[JustAmy]

Thank you for this beautiful Yeats poem, LJ.

It is great to see you and Conor bringing lovely poetry to Amy’s Place.

Thank you.

[JustAmy]

Beautiful graphc for Red Friday, Meg. Thank you.

I look forward to seeing your contributions every day.
You always decorate Amy's with beautiful graphics. Thank you.

[JustAmy]

Thank you!

[jaycee]

[JustAmy]

I appreciate the poems that you and LadyJag bring to Amy’s.

Thank you.

[JustAmy]

Have a Fantastic FRiday and a Wonderful Weekend, Majie.

I need to get a few things taken care of today.
Hope to be back later.

[JustAmy]

Wonderful, Lady.

She is so adorable with Yeats “Spilt Milk”.

Thank you.

I will try to get back later.

[JustAmy]

Cute!

[WVNan]

Can I come in? I feel so ad that I didn't come by on my birthday to pick up all the good wishes. It took Lori reminding me to do so. It didn't even occur to me that anyone would remember, but Lori did, bless her little heart. I had a very good 75th birthday. The night before (Tues), my family and friends and I all went to a pizza place and had my party. It was a great party. Wed. on my birthday the weather was pretty nice for a change, so I spent the day putting up the outside lights for Christmas. Oh, and my church gave me a surprise birthday party with lots of gifts last Sunday. All in all, it was very special. It's not every day that one reaches 3/4 of a century. So thank you all for the beautiful birthday wishes. I am properly chastized.

[WVNan]

Bad...I feel BAD.... sheesh

[Billie]

Checking in briefly to say hello and wish everyone a happy weekend - know you're all busy, busy, busy!

Lots of cute, sweet, pretty posts - poems, graphics, sentiments - from everyone.

Amy, I hope the weekend with your little social butterfly is a fun one. :)

It was fun seeing some of the personalized ornaments I did a year or so ago - thank you for posting them again - some who are here were not with us at The Finest, so I missed a few of you. Will try to do something about that. :)

This is the weekend our trees go up and the house gets Christmas'y, so I'll see you Monday!

Happy weekend!