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

August 1, 2009 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie

[JustAmy]

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[NicknamedBob]

"You have no idea what a privilege it is to have my two favorite living poets right here."

The Poem

The poem rests inside my head,
Like carvings set in stone.
And all I have to do is cut away,
The words that aren’t my own.

Every singing bit of rhyme,
Is like a memory.
So all I have to do is shed,
The parts that aren’t me.

One thing I often wonder,
As I chop the chips away,
How much of me is taken with,
The message I convey.

With all the mass of messages,
The scriptings that I’ve cleft,
When I set out the last of them,
Will anything be left?

NicknamedBob . . . April 6, 2004

[jaycee]

"Goodnight FRiends"

[Lady Jag]

That's an introspective one.

This is one of my favorites:

The Moving Hand

I see the Artist sweep the brush, And waken up a world. Just like remembered stories, When sparks are rising, swirled. The talent just amazes me, That with a moving hand, A landscape is uncovered, Where before, there was no land. To hold a brilliant flower, Or show a grove of pine, The Painter creates worlds unknown, By tracing out a line. The Creator shows no effort, For most of what is done, And just to shed a little light, He brought forth a new sun. And separated heavens, And let the waters flow, And breathed a life into the world, But was it just for show? NicknamedBob . . . June 4, 2004

[NicknamedBob]

I was thinking of that one earlier, in regard to that young lad in England said to be a prodigy in watercolor painting.

Sometimes it's hard to understand what the heck I'm talking about, until you get far enough along to realize the point I'm making. This one illustrates that:

As Long As I Live

In one of my first adventures,
I traveled as a fox,
I then became a cat or two,
(I think outside the box!)

Of course, back in my caveman days,
So much I did not know!
The warm inviting firelight,
The cold, warmth-drinking snow.

As Robin Hood, my Merry Men,
Could entertain me well,
In hidden bowers of the wood,
Where I and they did dwell.

I didn’t like the dying,
But that’s a part of life.
You take the bitter and the sweet,
And struggle with the strife,

For this is why you’re living,
Here in the folded lands,
The flat landscape that opens up,
Uncovered by your hands.

Transferring wisdom through those funnels,
You call eyes into your head,
To give you memories of past lives,
As gifts of what you’ve read.

For now the thousand lives I’ve led,
Inure me to some pain,
Those joyous friends I will not see,
Unless I read again,

Yet still they wait, on dusty shelves,
For other eyes than mine,
Like goblets for the next to taste,
Their own first sips of wine.

NicknamedBob . . . . . June 26, 2008

[Lady Jag]

I love the feeling of that.

Sorry to say I have to hit the hay. My eyeslids have gone on strike.

Rest well.

[Billie]

As it is midnight in most of Texas and I'm not sure what time I'll get here to post the Warm Fuzzy Wednesday opening in the morning, I'm getting a head start and will post it now - and immediately after posting Wednesday's opening, it's off to bed I go. Thanks for making today a good one!

Oh, and for those who watch America's Got Talent - our Chicken Farmer guy, Kevin Skinner, did it again! He had another winner tonight - and a brand new look to boot. Will try to get a link for you tomorrow.

[Billie]

August 5, 2009





Happy Warm Fuzzy Wednesday!

[WayzataJOHNN]

“My two favorite living poets right here.”

You have no idea how happy I am to be in that group!!!

[WayzataJOHNN]

Illuminating The Dark

As the Zodiac illuminates the ebon sky above
the silken night winds, whisper of eternal love
And the hours till the coming of approaching dawn
set jewels of dew on each blade within the lawn

A night bird sings soft of the day now just past
the echoes set the moment in our mind so fast
Cloaked in a gown of stygian black, time floats on
only to slip away, in the soft pearl and gold of dawn

I watch the sands flow through the glass a pace
knowing the flow so eternal in its linear race
Accepting the gift of this moment with humble need
to remember it so much, when later my soul to feed

Peace comes to the quiet mind, finally at rest
in which the turbulent flow is overcome as test
The gladdened heart fills, with a moment most sublime
and then one captures a fragment of ever moving time





Good Night one and all

[The Mayor]

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August 5, 2009

Matters Of The Heart

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READ: Matthew 13:10-15

The hearts of this people have grown dull. Their ears are hard of hearing, and their eyes they have closed. —Matthew 13:15

At the beginning of a spiritual retreat, our speaker Matt Heard asked, “How’s your heart?” It stunned me, because I tend to focus on believing with my mind and working with my hands. In the activity of thinking and serving, my heart is pushed to the side. As we were led through the Bible’s repeated emphasis on this crucial center of our lives, I began to grasp his premise that belief and service are, more than anything else, matters of the heart.

When Jesus told a story to illustrate how people receive and respond to His teaching (Matt. 13:1-9), His disciples asked, “Why do You speak to them in parables?” (v.10). In reply, Jesus quoted the prophet Isaiah: “For the hearts of this people have grown dull. Their ears are hard of hearing, and their eyes they have closed, lest they should see with their eyes and hear with their ears, lest they should understand with their hearts and turn, so that I should heal them” (v.15; Isa. 6:10).

How dangerously easy it is to neglect our hearts. If we become callous, we find no joy in living or serving; and life seems hollow. But when our hearts are tender toward God, understanding and gratefulness flow through us to others.

So, how’s your heart?

Our service for the Lord becomes
A duty that is hollow
If we neglect our heart for God
And Him we do not follow. —Sper

We can become so busy doing good that we lose our heart for God.
Bible in One Year: Psalms 68-69; Romans 8:1-21

[jaycee]

A very good one, absolutely!

[gardengirl]

Perfect y’all!

Love your poem, Johnn!

Happy WFW!

[jaycee]

It would be hard for me to judge which is the cutest, the adorable little boy or Dr.Seuss’ darling poem! Since its a tie I call it a total winner! Thanks~~

Getting busy now!

[jaycee]

Thank you for the blessing we find in the Daily Bread this morning, Mr. Mayor! Enjoy a very good day today!

[MEG33]

I almost gave up looking for the Midnight Milky Ways..I usually buy the mini type candy and finally spied them. There are So many and it is easy to miss what you are looking for in my grocery store.
Rich, rich..I like them.

[pollywog]

Good Morning Mayor. Thank you as always for sending us this great devotional.

Polly

[MEG33]

Thank you, Billie for the precious little boy and poem.
I love Dr. Seuss!

*Happy Warm Fuzzy Wednesday*
Thank you Bob and JOHNN for the poetry you share with us.

[JustAmy]

Good morning, Billie.

Love today's Opening. That little guy is adorable and the Dr Suess is really cute.

Thank you for working at Amy's Place this week. Have a WFW.

[jaycee]

~~Happy Warm Fuzzy Wednesday~~

[ConorMacNessa]

HAPPY WARM AND FUZZY WEDNESDAY!

Lamh Foistenach Abu!