Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... April, 2009

4-1-2009 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie

[ConorMacNessa]

I like this one, too:

LAMENT

When I was a windy boy and a bit
and the black spit of the chapel fold
(cried the old ram rod, dying of women)
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw Sunday night's I wooed
whoever I would with my wicked eyes.
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
all the green-leaved little weddings wives
in the coal-black bush and let them grieve.

When I was a gusty man and a half
and the black beast of the beetles pews
(cried the old ram rod, dying of bitches)
not a boy and a bit in the wick --
Dipping moon and drunk as a new dropped calf,
I whistled all night in the twisted flues,
Midwives grew in the midnight ditches,
And the sizzling sheets of the town cried, Quick!
-- Whenever I dove in a breast high shoal,
Wherever I ramped in the clover quilts,
Whatsoever I did in the coal --
Black night, I left my quivering prints.

When I was a man you could call a man
And the black cross of the holy house,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of welcome),
Brandy and ripe in my bright, bass prime,
No springtailed tom in the red hot town
With every simmering woman his mouse
But a hillocky bull in the swelter
Of summer come in his great good time
To the sultry, biding herds, I said,
Oh, time enough when the blood runs cold,
And I lie down but to sleep in bed,
For my sulking, skulking, coal-black soul!

When I was half the man I was
And serve me right as the preachers warn,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of downfall),
No flailing calf or cat in a flame
Or hickory bull in milky grass
But a black sheep with a crumpled horn,
At last the soul from its foul mousehole
Slunk pouting out when the limp time came;
And I gave my soul a blind, slashed eye,
Gristle and rind, and a roarers' life,
And I shoved it into the coal black sky
To find a woman's soul for a wife.

Now I am a man no more no more
And a black reward for a roaring life,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of strangers),
Tidy and cursed in my dove cooed room
I lie down thin and hear the good bells jaw --
For, oh, my soul found a sunday wife
In the coal black sky and she bore angels!
Harpies around me out of her womb!
Chastity prays for me, piety sings,
Innocence sweetens my last black breath,
Modesty hides my thighs in her wings,
And all the deadly virtues plague my death!

Dylan Thomas

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[jaycee]

Been there, done that! Strange, isn’t it?

[ConorMacNessa]

Nice vehicle, Lady J.!



1933 Duesenberg

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[yorkie]

|"I've just had eighteen straight whiskies. I think that's the record."

Must have been a Friday night, after doing some heavy duty partyin'!

[jaycee]

Hope You've Had a Nice Day, Kitty!

[yorkie]

Awwwwwww, JC! What sweet words! Thank you!

[yorkie]

Tee Hee! Thought I would get here before all those "Cat-R-Day" traitors!
Happy Saturday, to all Amy's Place FRiends! The weekend is HERE!

[yorkie]

This guy didn’t want a car . . . . . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBHZFYpQ6nc

[MEG33]

What's This

??? DOG R Day ???
Looks like I'm gonna hafta to hire me some Deputies
fer night patrol.
:o)

[The Mayor]

over the top.

[The Mayor]

Freep mail me to be on or off the Daily Bread ping list

April 25, 2009

Against The Wall

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READ: Romans 8:31-39

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? —Romans 8:35

On April 25, 1915, soldiers of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps landed on the Gallipoli peninsula expecting a quick victory. But fierce resistance by the Turkish defenders resulted in an 8-month stalemate during which thousands on both sides were wounded or killed.

Many of the ANZAC troops who were evacuated to Egypt visited the YMCA camp outside Cairo where chaplain Oswald Chambers offered hospitality and hope to these men so broken and disillusioned by war. With great insight and compassion, Chambers told them, “No man is the same after an agony; he is either better or worse, and the agony of a man’s experience is nearly always the first thing that opens his mind to understand the need of redemption worked out by Jesus Christ. At the back of the wall of the world stands God with His arms outstretched, and every man driven there is driven into the arms of God. The cross of Jesus is the supreme evidence of the love of God.”

Paul asked: “Who shall separate us from the love of Christ?” (Rom. 8:35). His confident answer was that nothing can remove us from God’s love in Christ (vv.38-39).

When we’re up against the wall, God is there with open arms.

God knows each winding way I take
And every sorrow, pain, and ache;
His children He will not forsake—
He knows and loves His own. —Bosch

God’s love still stands when all else has fallen.

Bible in One Year: 2 Samuel 21-22; Luke 18:24-43

[ConorMacNessa]

HAPPY CATURDAY TO AMY’S PLACE!

Enjoy your Saturday!!!

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[yorkie]

Drats! Cat'R'Day Sheriff and Deputies did it again!

[Lady Jag]

It's a Deusy!

[Lady Jag]

But ambition is a good thing.

[JustAmy]

April 25, 2009

[Lady Jag]

[jaycee]

Amy, your opening is so precious! That is one of your’s, I’m sure! Its perfect, thank you.

Son came to mow and I worked outside some. Wanted to go back and work some more but its too hot now. I probably have 3-4 days of stuff outside to do! Sometimes its just too much!

I did want to check in with you though and say hello!

And I may get back in a little while! Have a wonderful day!

[jaycee]

[jaycee]

See your later!