Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... January, 2010

January 1, 2010 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie

[JustAmy]

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Never Forget!





Bad Penny



Amy's personal guardian ~
the ever charming, lovable, huggable,
LouieWolf




Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[jaycee]

Lovely devotional message this morning, thank you, Mr. Mayor!

[gardengirl]

Some places (read: us) got way more than anyone else. It’s so wet now that the least little bit looks like a flood. The water table here is close to the surface anyway, and right now, there’s nowhere for it to go but UP! No snow yet, and that’s not hurting my feelings anyway. Last year or maybe the year before we got several inches during the first week of Jan, and we had a massive thunderstorm last week, so I guess we’re due.

[jaycee]

Yorkies Love Snow Too!!

[yorkie]

It's the first CATURDAY after Christmas!
Time to take down the decorations!

[The Mayor]

My pleasure Jaycee, we are back home and I should be able to get back into my routine everyday.

[jaycee]

Don’t forget, we all need a good get-a-way sometimes, especially when we spend time with our loved ones we don’t get to see often! Its good for body and soul!!

[yorkie]

Awwwwwww, JC! That is SO cute!

Shelties Love Snow, TOO!

[ConorMacNessa]

HAPPY CATURDAY TO AMY’S PLACE!

Gus - The Theatre Cat - a poem by T S Eliot

Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door.
His name, as I ought to have told you before,
Is really Asparagus. That's such a fuss
To pronounce, that we usually call him just Gus.
His coat's very shabby, he's thin as a rake,
And he suffers from palsy that makes his paw shake.
Yet he was, in his youth, quite the smartest of Cats--
But no longer a terror to mice and to rats.
For he isn't the Cat that he was in his prime;
Though his name was quite famous, he says, in its time.
And whenever he joins his friends at their club
(Which takes place at the back of the neighbouring pub)
He loves to regale them, if someone else pays,
With anecdotes drawn from his palmiest days.
For he once was a Star of the highest degree--
He has acted with Irving, he's acted with Tree.
And he likes to relate his success on the Halls,
Where the Gallery once gave him seven cat-calls.
But his grandest creation, as he loves to tell,
Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell.

"I have played," so he says, "every possible part,
And I used to know seventy speeches by heart.
I'd extemporize back-chat, I knew how to gag,
And I knew how to let the cat out of the bag.
I knew how to act with my back and my tail;
With an hour of rehearsal, I never could fail.
I'd a voice that would soften the hardest of hearts,
Whether I took the lead, or in character parts.
I have sat by the bedside of poor Little Nell;
When the Curfew was rung, then I swung on the bell.
In the Pantomime season I never fell flat,
And I once understudied Dick Whittington's Cat.
But my grandest creation, as history will tell,
Was Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell."

Then, if someone will give him a toothful of gin,
He will tell how he once played a part in East Lynne.
At a Shakespeare performance he once walked on pat,
When some actor suggested the need for a cat.
He once played a Tiger--could do it again--
Which an Indian Colonel purused down a drain.
And he thinks that he still can, much better than most,
Produce blood-curdling noises to bring on the Ghost.
And he once crossed the stage on a telegraph wire,
To rescue a child when a house was on fire.
And he says: "Now then kittens, they do not get trained
As we did in the days when Victoria reigned.
They never get drilled in a regular troupe, And they think they are smart, just to jump through a hoop."
And he'll say, as he scratches himself with his claws,
"Well, the Theatre's certainly not what it was.
These modern productions are all very well,
But there's nothing to equal, from what I hear tell,
That moment of mystery
When I made history
As Firefrorefiddle, the Fiend of the Fell."

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[jaycee]

Oh, I love that Sheltie. I could just hug it to death if it were mine! If I ever get another dog, it would be a Sheltie or Yorkie and both cost a fortune!!

You said a while back, you would like another Yorkie and I thought that little one would be perfect for you....huh??

[fewz]

I would love to learn to do transparencies

If the backgrounds of the avatars were all the same or near the same color, it would be easy to make them transparent in PSP but they're not. I can't use a white background because there are things in the picture that would end up transparent which I don't want to be transparent. It takes a while, for me, to redo the backgrounds in some color that doesn't appear in the avatar without messing up Ms Billie's picture.

[The Mayor]

I agree. I saw my two oldest and my 3 grandchildren, my x-wife who graciously hosted our two day visit in her house. Then we saw my sister who has made great strides in her health, she says she is live again. I agree. There we saw my niece and nephews. It was a great visit and a needed one.

[yorkie]

I’ll take that little furry kid in a heart-beat! What a doll she is!!

[jaycee]

Love that poem about Gus! Wonderful!

[ConorMacNessa]

Sapper David Watson, 33 Engineer Regiment, KIA Afghanistan 31DEC2009



I have fought a good fight,
I have finished my course,
I have kept the faith.
2 Timothy 4:7 (KJV)

Flowers of the Forest



Black Watch Piper

The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Rupert Brooke



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Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[jaycee]

May you have a Happy New Year! Click the site below:

http://web.icq.com/friendship/swf/0,,16961_rs,00.swf

THIS IS SO CUTE!!

[geologist]

and ...
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“Psalm 139 (King James Version)

Psalm 139
1.O lord, thou hast searched me, and known me.

2.Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.

3.Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.

4.For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether.

5. Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.

6. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.

7. Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?

8. If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.

9. If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;

10. Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.

11. If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.

12. Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.

13. For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.

14. I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

15. My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

16. Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

17. How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

18. If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

19. Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.

20. For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain.

21. Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

22. I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.

23. Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:

24. And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.”
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this is beautifully reassuring ....

[yorkie]

Conor, that is a wonderful poem!
Here's another favorite "CAT" poem:

The Owl And The Pussy-Cat by Edward Lear
I
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!’

II
Pussy said to the Owl, ‘You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?’
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

III
‘Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?’Said the Piggy,’I will.’
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

[JustAmy]

January 2, 2010

[jaycee]

That is so sweet, Amy!

I still plan to answer some of yesterday pretties if I get a chance. I got on the wrong page and couldn’t find my way...LOL!

[jaycee]

Geologist, this is and always has been my favorite Psalm. I read it in the King James Version and also the Living Bible. It is just wonderful!