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

11-1-2010 | | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie

[JustAmy]

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Never Forget!





Bad Penny



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the ever charming, lovable, huggable,
LouieWolf




Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[potlatch]

I agree Meg. I have three daughters and they are always after me to go somewhere, lol.

[tiapam]

"My daughter had some minor emergencies"

Funny how things turn out sometimes, but I hope your daughter will be O.K.!

[left that other site]

I DID hear that. (snicker)

[tiapam]

Swell! Thank you!

[left that other site]

I apologize for not participating today. These 12 hour days seven days a week are starting to get to me a wee bit.

[M Kehoe]

May the Lord watch over Jacob, and comfort you in his absence. May we also thank the Lord that we still can produce warriors.

5.56mm

[yorkie]

Hey, Potlatch! Enjoy your trip. Forget about ‘politics, pings and any pressures’.

Stay safe, and ENJOY. Worry cannot add one iota to our lives - but laughter sure can! ((((HUGS))))

[yorkie]

Don’t know how you do it, ML. Planting, weeding, moving rocks, music lessons, Jerusalem thread, Hero’s Thread.........You must have some ‘intersessory’ power, helping you out. ((((HUGS))))

[left that other site]

Well it DID help having a house-husband!
NOW he is Employed again!
Hallelujah!

Which means ML will have to start doing (Ungh) Housework again. grrr.

Either that or live in squalor like a typical bass-playing biker.

[left that other site]

[jaycee]

GOODNIGHT FRIENDS!

[PERKY2004]

I will most certainly keep your son in my prayers. I pray daily for our troops (more often, truth be told) ~ partially because I’m a military wife and I understand what it’s like to have a loved one in the military. In fact, my wonderful DH will shortly be deploying back to Iraq for his 7th time. Feel free to contact / ping me any time ... it will be my pleasure and privilege to pray for your son.

[yorkie]

"Now he is employed again"

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOO!

Attitude of gratitude!

Knee Mail is ALWAYS answered!

Praise Our Heavenly Father!

(Remember Merlin Carouthers and PRAISE! We must NEVER forget the importance of praise, and thankfulness to the "WHO" who has answered our prayer.)

[JustAmy]

Oh Rus.

I know how proud you must be. God Bless and Protect him. Please thank him for all of us.

I will add him to our Military Prayer List.

You and your family will be in our thoughts and prayers.

[JustAmy]

"Well it DID help having a house-husband! NOW he is Employed again! Hallelujah!"

What wonderful news, LTOS. Our prayers were answered.

[The Mayor]

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

Do It Now!
November 6, 2010

Several years ago a friend took me to a motivational seminar that I thoroughly enjoyed. Instead of focusing on money and success, the leaders guided us toward understanding our unique identity and purpose in life. Then they passed along some helpful methods for effective living. One motto has stayed with me: “Do it now!” The principle they taught us was that it takes as much energy to avoid a task as it does to do it. Procrastination saps power; completion gives relief.

A spiritual application can be seen in Hebrews 3, a passage filled with an air of immediacy as it calls us to obey the Lord. “‘Today,’ if you will hear His voice, do not harden your hearts as in the rebellion, . . . but exhort one another daily, while it is called ‘Today,’ lest any of you be hardened through the deceitfulness of sin” (vv.7-8,13). We don’t know how long it would have taken the children of Israel to reach the Promised Land if they had obeyed God, but their 40-year journey resulted from their unwilling hearts. An entire generation missed the adventure of a lifetime (vv.8-11).

When we know how the Lord wants us to live, why don’t we just say “Yes!” No debate, no delay. Do it now!

It’s easy to procrastinate
And leave good deeds undone,
But such a course will bring regrets
When life’s short race is run. —Anon.

Do it now! Today will be yesterday tomorrow.

Read: Hebrews 3:7-15

Exhort one another daily, while it is called “Today,” lest any of you be hardened through the deceitfulness of sin. —Hebrews 3:13

Bible in a year:
Jeremiah 37-39; Hebrews 3

[jaycee]

"Happy Caturday Everyone"

[jaycee]

Oooops again, I forgot to address my 637! Saturday’s get to me...LOL!

[ConorMacNessa]

HAPPY DOGURDAY TO AMY’S PLACE!

Sir Winston wishes you a Happy Saturday!!!

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[ConorMacNessa]

HAPPY CATURDAY TO AMY’S PLACE!

Old Deuteronomy

OLD DEUTERONOMY'S lived a long time;
He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession.
He was famous in proverb and famous in rhyme
A long while before Queen Victoria's accession.
Old Deuteronomy's buried nine wives
And more--I am tempted to say, ninety-nine;
And his numerous progeny prospers and thrives
And the village is proud of him in his decline.
At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy,
When he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall,
The Oldest Inhabitant croaks: "Well, of all . . .
Things. . . Can it be . . . really! . . . No!. . . Yes!. . .
Ho! hi!
Oh, my eye!
My mind may be wandering, but I confess
I believe it is Old Deuteronomy!"

Old Deuteronomy sits in the street,
He sits in the High Street on market day;
The bullocks may bellow, the sheep they may bleat,
But the dogs and the herdsmen will turn them away.
The cars and the lorries run over the kerb,
And the villagers put up a notice: ROAD CLOSED--
So that nothing untoward may chance to disturb
Deuteronomy's rest when he feels so disposed
Or when he's engaged in domestic economy:
And the Oldest Inhabitant croaks: "Well, of all . . .
Things. . . Can it be . . . really! . . . No!. . . Yes!. . .
Ho! hi!
Oh, my eye!
My sight's unreliable, but I can guess
That the cause of the trouble is Old Deuteronomy!"

Old Deuteronomy lies on the floor
Of the Fox and French Horn for his afternoon sleep;
And when the men say: "There's just time for one more,"
Then the landlady from her back parlour will peep
And say: "New then, out you go, by the back door,
For Old Deuteronomy mustn't be woken--

I'll have the police if there's any uproar"--
And out they all shuffle, without a word spoken.
The digestive repose of that feline's gastronomy
Must never be broken, whatever befall:
And the Oldest Inhabitant croaks: "Well, of all . . .
Things. . . Can it be . . . really! . . . No!. . . Yes!. . .
Ho! hi!
Oh, my eye!
My legs may be tottery, I must go slow
And be careful of Old Deuteronomy!"

Of the awefull battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles:
together with some account of the participation of the
Pugs and the Poms, and the intervention of the Great
Rumpuscat
The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows,
Are proud and implacable passionate foes;
It is always the same, wherever one goes.
And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say
That they do not like fighting, yet once in a way,
They will now and again join in to the fray
And they
Bark bark bark bark
Bark bark BARK BARK
Until you can hear them all over the Park.

Now on the occasion of which I shall speak
Almost nothing had happened for nearly a week
(And that's a long time for a Pol or a Peke).
The big Police Dog was away from his beat--
I don't know the reason, but most people think
He'd slipped into the Wellington Arms for a drink--
And no one at all was about on the street
When a Peke and a Pollicle happened to meet.
They did not advance, or exactly retreat,
But they glared at each other, and scraped their hind
feet,
And they started to
Bark bark bark bark
Bark bark BARK BARK
Until you can hear them all over the Park.

Now the Peke, although people may say what they please,
Is no British Dog, but a Heathen Chinese.
And so all the Pekes, when they heard the uproar,
Some came to the window, some came to the door;
There were surely a dozen, more likely a score.
And together they started to grumble and wheeze
In their huffery-snuffery Heathen Chinese.
But a terrible din is what Pollicles like,
For your Pollicle Dog is a dour Yorkshire tyke,
And his braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters,
And every dog-jack of them notable fighters;
And so they stepped out, with their pipers in order,
Playing When the Blue Bonnets Came Over the Border.
Then the Pugs and the Poms held no longer aloof,
But some from the balcony, some from the roof,
Joined in
To the din
With a
Bark bark bark bark
Bark bark BARK BARK
Until you can hear them all over the Park.

Now when these bold heroes together assembled,
That traffic all stopped, and the Underground trembled,
And some of the neighbours were so much afraid
That they started to ring up the Fire Brigade.
When suddenly, up from a small basement flat,
Why who should stalk out but the GREAT RUMPUSCAT.
His eyes were like fireballs fearfully blazing,
He gave a great yawn, and his jaws were amazing;
And when he looked out through the bars of the area,
You never saw anything fiercer or hairier.
And what with the glare of his eyes and his yawning,
The Pekes and the Pollicles quickly took warning.
He looked at the sky and he gave a great leap--
And they every last one of them scattered like sheep.

And when the Police Dog returned to his beat,
There wasn't a single one left in the street.



a poem by T S Eliot

Lamh Foistenach Abu!