[JustAmy]

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Poetry & Potpourri .... 9-22-2003

[JustAmy]

Autumn Serenade

The sound of the leaves
Picked up by the wind
Crackling and skipping
And set down again

The branches are swaying
And the the kids laugh with glee
As they bound into mountains
Of crisp autumn leaves

Mom's tart apple cobbler
Laced with sweetened fresh cream
And pumpkins and scarecrows
Make a memorable scene

The harvest is ready
To be gathered in
Before winter's frost
And long nights without end

I'm thankful for the bounty
Set before me this day
And I thank God in heaven
For this autumn seranade

~~ Karen Shaw Matteson ~~
© 2001

[The Thin Man]

One of my favorites......... some of the most beautiful words ever written. :-)

They say roses are red
and violets are purple
sugar's sweet
and so is maple syruple

Roger Miller (1964)

[Diver Dave]

Found this in my inbox and thought it worthy of posting - even if it's been posted before...

“I Wish You Enough”



At an airport I overheard a father and daughter in their last
moments together. They had announced her plane's departure and standing near the door she said, "Daddy, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Daddy."

They kissed good-bye and she left. He walked over toward the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry.

I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by "Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?"

"Yes, I have," I replied. Saying that brought back memories I had of expressing my love and appreciation for all my Dad had done for me. Recognizing that his days were limited, I took the time to tell him face to face how much he meant to me. So I knew what this man was experiencing.

"Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?" I asked.

"I am old and she lives much too far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is, her next trip back will be for my funeral," he said.

"When you were saying good-bye I heard you say, 'I wish you enough'. May I ask what that means?"

He began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone."

He paused a moment and looking up as if trying to remember it in detail, he smiled even more.
"When we said 'I wish you enough', we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with enough good things to sustain them".

He continued and then, turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory:
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough 'Hellos' to get you through the final 'Good-bye'.

He began to sob and walked away.

-unknown-

[Jen]

Hello everyone! My muse showed up around 3 a.m. and inspired the following. (I warn you in advance that my muse is a bit strange.)

Is there any coffee left?

Royal Pain

In this rhyme, I'll tell you a story
of two seekers of fame and glory
one wants to be royal
the other so loyal
if you cross them, you'll soon be sorry.

The pretender who needs adulation
now professes victimization
'I did not solicit
a thing deemed illicit'
claims she with much indignation.

And then to her consternation
the record shows impersonation
you must have no mind
(or be one of her kind)
to believe any of her proclamations.

Hiding the truth, she tries to deflect
onto those whose trust she's wrecked
and her minions so spiteful
find the task delightful
at all cost, the queen they protect.

These witches with a sick malediction
(a shrink would call it projection)
through anonymous names
they play evil games
and their charges are nothing but fiction.

But this pair made a miscalculation
with their unjustified provocations
their fate is sealed,
the truth soon revealed
they can just wait with trepidation.

© AntiJen 2003

[fly_so_free]

YAYE!- Poetry thread. Great idea. Thanks for the ping. Luv your poem about Fall-my favorite season. BUMP

[.45MAN]

BEGINNING TO END.

It’s Spring,
I have been awakened
By the birds in the trees.
It’s early yet .
So I have plenty of time.

It’s time to watch,
To look and to see.
To learn what I am.
What I am meant to be.
It’s early yet
So I have plenty of time.

It’s Summer now,
I have been awakened
By the heat of the sun.
I guess There’s still
A lot to be done.

I’ll travel now,
In the summers warmth
To places as far
As my mind dare go.
It’s early yet,
So I have plenty of time.

Fall has arrived,
Much to my surprise.
I am feeling a slight chill
But my traveling to places
is not yet done.

There is still much to learn,
To see and to hear.
I have been in directions
I didn’t know you could go.
It’s early yet,
So I have plenty of time.

The Winter’s cold
I can feel on my neck
I think now I have done
What I was meant to do.

I pass now to others
What I have seen and heard.
It is what I am
And what I was meant to be.
It’s not early anymore
And I don’t have much time..

ã .45MAN September 25, 2003