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Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... June, 2010
June 1, 2010
| JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie
Posted on 05/31/2010 10:41:32 PM PDT by 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 your thoughts about any of the things on the *Menu*.
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TOPICS: Humor; Miscellaneous; Poetry; The Poetry Branch
KEYWORDS: amysplace; friends; june; poetry
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To: MEG33

A NAP sounds like an EXCELLENT idea!
To: JustAmy

Did Somebody say "NAP"?????? LOL!
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Just For The Record, this is NOT a photoshop image.
I am actually sitting in one of the Original HMS Titanic LIFEBOATS! LOL.
To: JustAmy
well they are a most beautiful feline couple!
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posted on
06/12/2010 2:42:03 PM PDT
by
DollyCali
(Don't tell God how big your storm is...Tell the storm how big your God is!)
To: JustAmy; Billie; GodBlessUSA; La Enchiladita; Lady Jag; yorkie; jaycee; Diver Dave; LUV W; ...
HAPPY CATURDAY TO AMYS PLACE!
GROWLTIGERS LAST STAND
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed at large. From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims, Rejoicing in his title of "The Terror of the Thames."
His manners and appearance did not calculate to please; His coat was torn and seedy, he was baggy at the knees; One ear was somewhat missing, no need to tell you why, And he scowled upon a hostile world from one forbidding eye.
The cottagers of Rotherhithe knew something of his fame, At Hammersmith and Putney people shuddered at his name. They would fortify the hen-house, lock up the silly goose, When the rumour ran along the shore: GROWLTIGER'S ON THE LOOSE!
Woe to the weak canary, that fluttered from its cage; Woe to the pampered Pekinese, that faced Growltiger's rage. Woe to the bristly Bandicoot, that lurks on foreign ships, And woe to any Cat with whom Growltiger came to grips!
But most to Cats of foreign race his hatred had been vowed; To Cats of foreign name and race no quarter was allowed. The Persian and the Siamese regarded him with fear - Because it was a Siamese had mauled his missing ear.
Now on a peaceful summer night, all nature seemed at play, The tender moon was shining bright, the barge at Molesey lay. All in the balmy moonlight it lay rocking on the tide - And Growltiger was disposed to show his sentimental side.
His bucko mate, Grumbuskin, long since had disappeared, For to the Bell at Hampton he had gone to wet his beard; And his bosun, Tumblebrutus, he too had stol'n away - In the yard behind the Lion he was prowling for his prey. In the forepeak of the vessel Growltiger sat alone, Concentrating his attention on the Lady Griddlebone. And his raffish crew were sleeping in their barrels and their bunks - As the Siamese came creeping in their sampans and their junks.
Growltiger had no eye or ear for aught but Griddlebone, And the Lady seemed enraptured by his manly baritone, Disposed to relaxation, and awaiting no surprise - But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright blue eyes.
And closer still and closer the sampans circled round, And yet from all the enemy there was not heard a sound. The lovers sang their last duet, in danger of their lives - For the foe was armed with toasting forks and cruel carving knives.
Then Gilbert gave the signal to his fierce Mongolian horde; With a frightful burst of fireworks the Chinks they swarmed aboard. Abandoning their sampans, and their pullaways and junks, They battened down the hatches on the crew within their bunks.
Then Griddlebone she gave a screech, for she was badly skeered; I am sorry to admit it, but she quickly disappeared. She probably escaped with ease, I'm sure she was not drowned - But a serried ring of flashing steel Growltiger did surround.
The ruthless foe pressed forward, in stubborn rank on rank; Growltiger to his vast surprise was forced to walk the plank. He who a hundred victims had driven to that drop, At the end of all his crimes was forced to go ker-flip, ker-flop.
Oh there was joy in Wapping when the news flew through the land; At Maidenhead and Henley there was dancing on the strand. Rats were roasted whole at Brentford, and at Victoria Dock, And a day of celebration was commanded in Bangkok.
a poem by T S Eliot
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Lamh Foistenach Abu!
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posted on
06/12/2010 5:21:36 PM PDT
by
ConorMacNessa
(HM/2 USN, 3/5 Marines, RVN '69 - St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle!)
To: JustAmy; Mama_Bear
What a beautiful graphic and poem! Those eyes are awesome!! Thank you!!
To: JustAmy
Very dignified “cats” and a lovely frame! Thank you!
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Now I see what you are wearing and why!!
To: MEG33
Well, you might be taking one of your naps, but wanted to tell you how pretty your graphic is and the cat looks soooo relaxed! Thank you!
To: tiapam

It was in a museum. I made sure the guards weren't looking, put on the life vest, set up the shot, jumped into the life boat and had hubby take the picture! LOL.
LTOS is baaaad!
To: JustAmy

LOOK AT THEM ,WHEN THEY WERE YOUNG!!!
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Your not bad! That was a HOOT! What fun and you didn’t get caught!!!!
To: tiapam
Setting up the shot was tough. It was a very dark room to simulate the starry night in the North Atlantic.
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That is YOU? I thought it was Kate Winslet! (Just kidding! LOL!)
To: JustAmy; Mama_Bear
I love that poem by William Blake - and the graphic is hauntingly beautiful! Thank you!
To: MEG33
Celebrating was wonderful, wasn’t it Meg?
Glad you are catching up on your ‘nap-time’!
To: DollyCali
Hi, Dolly! Good to see you! Don’t you love these tiger graphics?
I got an invitation for my HS Reunion in September - may have to make a trip to good old Ohio!
To: ConorMacNessa
Thank you for that T S Elliot poem about GrowlTiger, Conor! Love it!
To: tiapam
Tia-Pammie, those are just the CUTEST tigers I have ever seen!
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