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Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... April, 2009
4-1-2009
| JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie
Posted on 04/01/2009 7:51:26 AM PDT by JustAmy
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'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*.
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TOPICS: Humor; Miscellaneous; Poetry; The Poetry Branch
KEYWORDS: amysplace; april; friends; poetry
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To: The Mayor
Such a beautiful message this morning, Mr. Mayor! Thank you so much for posting our Daily Bread each day. Hope you and your family had a joyous and Blessed Easter.
To: Majie Purple

Happy Monday, Majie.
Great to see you this morning.
Hope your Easter was blessed.
Have a Wonderful Week and a Marvelous Monday.
To: jaycee
You know, I hate to order biscuits and gravy in a restaurant. If it’s my ‘lucky day’, I’ll get TWO little pieces of sausage in the gravy.
When I make sausage gravy, I brown and crumble a full pound of pork (Jimmy Dean preferred) sausage, add a heaping quarter cup of flour, stir in well with the sausage (for about 3 - 5 minutes), and then add about four cups of milk (more or less, depending on thickness desired.) No sausage shortage in THIS gravy.
To: JustAmy; yorkie; OESY; MEG33; jaycee; Mama_Bear; The Mayor; ST.LOUIE1; Billie; ConorMacNessa; ...
It's day of pure sun here. It would be hot if it weren't for the wind off the ocean. That cold wind is taking a good 20º off what it could be and is keeping temps around 50º. Feeling downright chilly with the breeze.

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Spring is like a perhaps hand (which comes carefully out of Nowhere)arranging a window,into which people look(while people stare arranging and changing placing carefully there a strange thing and a known thing here)and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps Hand in a window (carefully to and fro moving New and Old things,while people stare carefully moving a perhaps fraction of flower here placing an inch of air there)and
without breaking anything.
ee cummings
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posted on
04/13/2009 10:36:31 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(Communism - Hezbollah - Al Qaeda - Obama - Stone Age - CHAOS)
To: The Mayor

Good morning, Mayor.
Great message again this morning. Thank you.
Hope your Easter was a Wonderful one.
Have a magnificient Monday.
To: jaycee

LOL
Good morning, Jaycee. We used plastic eggs this year.
I feel guilty for not following the egg coloring ritual. Maybe next year.
Have a great Monday.
To: Lady Jag; All

Putting in the Seed
Robert Frost (1920)
You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When suppers on the table, and well see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree.
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.
To: yorkie
God, Frost was good!
Your graphic is perfect.
1,328
posted on
04/13/2009 11:23:23 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(Communism - Hezbollah - Al Qaeda - Obama - Stone Age - CHAOS)
To: Lady Jag
Thank you, LJ! He is one of my favorites (if not THE favorite.) Could it be because we share the same birthday? LOL!
To: yorkie
1,330
posted on
04/13/2009 11:46:57 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
(Communism - Hezbollah - Al Qaeda - Obama - Stone Age - CHAOS)
To: Kitty Mittens

Thank you, Kitty Mittens.
Happy Monday. Have a lovely day.
I will be AWOL again this afternoon.
Oh Well ... I think everyone is getting accustomed to me being gone.
It seems that I'm away more than I am here. :)
To: Lady Jag; All

Spring
When daisies pied, and violets blue,
And lady-smocks all silver-white,
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo! O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmens clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo! O word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.
Song, from Act V, Scene 2
Loves Labors Lost by William Shakespeare (1598)
To: Lady Jag
To: Lady Jag

Good afternoon, LadyJ. Happy Monday.
Interesting graphic that you've found today. Thank you for sharing.
Have a Wonderful Week.
To: jaycee
To: MEG33
Ooooo .... pretty pink rose buds. Thanks, Meg.
To: MEG33
To: yorkie

Happy Monday, Yorkie.
I've never had Scottish Eggs but they sound delicious.
I'm saving this recipe. Thanks.
Have a lovely day.
To: Lady Jag
I love the tulips, LadyJ.
Thank you for the graphic and the ee cummings Spring poem.
Hope the breeze stops so you can enjoy the beautiful spring day.
To: yorkie
Thank you for the Spring poems, Yorkie.
That is a pretty bird ... is it a Cuckoo?
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