Poetry and Potpourri .... October 1 - 2, 2003

10-1-2003 | JustAmy, St.Louie1 and Mama_Bear

[JustAmy]

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The Poetry Branch has been in limbo since the prior hostess left FreeRepublic April 15th 2003. We've since learned that said hostess has lost her posting privilege. That being the case, and Jim Robinson having given his ok, I wanted to renew the thread.

FreeRepublic is blessed with many fine poets, and we look forward to seeing their poems posted on FR once again. There were many non-poet FReepers who visited the Poetry Branch for the camaraderie; we hope they will return.

I would like to invite everyone to visit and relax at Poetry and Potpourri. Hopefully you will renew old acquaintances for chatting, sharing jokes, telling stories, posting cartoons, etc. Everyone needs a place to escape from the everyday news, make Poetry and Potpourri that place.

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The Belvedere's Guardian Wolf ~
the always charming, lovable, huggable,
LouieWolf.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Sonnet 138

When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutored youth
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust,
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told.
Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flattered be.

-- William Shakespeare

[Sabertooth]

BRUSH UP YOUR SHAKESPEARE

MOBSTERS:
The girls today in society
Go for classical poetry,
So to win their hearts one must quote with ease
Aeschylus and Euripides.
But the poet of them all
Who will start 'em simply ravin'
Is the poet people call
The bard of Stratford-on-Avon.

Brush up your Shakespeare,
Start quoting him now.
Brush up your Shakespeare
And the women you will wow.
Just declaim a few lines from "Othella"
And they think you're a heckuva fella.
If your blonde won't respond when you flatter 'er
Tell her what Tony told Cleopaterer,
And if still, to be shocked, she pretends well,
Just remind her that "All's Well That Ends Well."
Brush up your Shakespeare
And they'll all kowtow.

Brush up your Shakespeare,
Start quoting him now.
Brush up your Shakespeare
And the women you will wow.
If your goil is a Washington Heights dream
Treat the kid to "A Midsummer Night Dream."
If she fights when her clothes you are mussing,
What are clothes? "Much Ado About Nussing."
If she says your behavior is heinous
Kick her right in the "Coriolanus."
Brush up your Shakespeare
And they'll all kowtow,
And they'll all kowtow,
And they'll all kowtow.

Brush up your Shakespeare,
Start quoting him now.
Brush up your Shakespeare
And the women you will wow.

Brush up your Shakespeare
And they'll all kowtow,

~Cole Porter

[deadhead]

Cool nights,
Pleasant days,
Wind-Breakers,
Pull-over sweaters --
Autumn's treasures,
What a wonderful pleasure!

Colorful trees,
Falling leaves,
World Series,
College Football --
Autumn's treasures,
What a marvelous pleasure!

Wood fires,
Hot Cocoa,
Fall Revival,
Spiritual renewal --
Autumn's treasures,
What a joyful pleasure!

Longer nights,
Shorter days,
His creation,
Our sensation --
Autumn's treasures,
What an enticing pleasure!

~~Author Unknown~~

Thank You both for your beautiful poems. It is a crispy cool night here on L.I. I just love sweater weather, and football, colored leaves, etc....

[deadhead]

Oooops, above post is for you to Victoria :-)

[deadhead]

to = too Yikes, lots of mistakes. LOL, one of those days....

[Victoria Delsoul]

LOL, that's great!

This is an oldie, but good.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Thanks Colleen. That's so sweet of you.

[JustAmy]

With the posting problems on FR this morning, I missed welcoming you to Poetry and Potpourri.
Hope you enjoyed your visit and am looking forward to seeing you again soon.
Thanks for coming by!

[JustAmy]

Hi Lori.

Aren't those 'welcome graphics' the Finest!!

"Did our 'Finest' artist and designer extraordinaire make those?"

She did and she did a beautiful job with them. I have a new one for tomorrow morning. Hope you have time to stop by and take a look. It is a tough decision on which to use.

[JustAmy]

I can plainly see that I will have nightmares tonight.
Now I know what type of poems to keep for you when I do my searches. SCARY ONES!

[JustAmy]

Good Evening, Victoria.

Thanks for bringing us William Shakespeare tonight. And thanks for taking time to visit each night.

[JustAmy]

Good evening, Sabertooth. Thanks for bringing us Cole Porter.

[chadsworth]

A bone ? You get a bone ??

yeah, they already been chewed up though, all the meat has been chewed off by some other mutt and left to sun dry before I get it. Sometimes there are a few ants left lingering on it still trying to find a meat morsel.

[JustAmy]

Beautiful poem and lovely picture, Colleen. Thanks for sharing them with us.

[chadsworth]

Do you think there are any Net Nannies still snooping around?

Who are the Net Nannies? Inquiring minds want to know, cuz when they be gone, me and Justfank can cut loose!

[Victoria Delsoul]

You're quite welcome, Amy. My pleasure.

[MeekOneGOP]

LOL !!

Thanks for the laff before I hit the sack. G'night ! ...

[Sabertooth]

Evening Amy, you're quite welcome.

[JustAmy]

Come on over to the Friday Thread.

[Darksheare]

Scary ones eh?
I write gothic nightmare stuff, yes.
But once in awhile I write some 'pretties' and such.

I wander through darkened corridors
Through halls of evernight
Walking as a whisper
Drifting past the darken'd light
With loneliness as my guide
I'm betrayed by the sunlight
A brief eternity to hear her voice
Bar your windows tight
I'd sell my soul to see her face
In my halls of evernight.


I don't know how brown eyes could be so blue, For You
My heart is blown glass, made just for you
Be gentle with the fragile thing, it won't mend like a broken wing
All I ask of you is just this one thing-
Go and do whatever you do, but don't ever let me go
I still don't know how brown eyes could be so blue, For You
I'm afraid to look, afraid to see
Afraid to look and know, what you think of me
I only make this request, this one task-
Go and do whatever you do, but don't ever let me go
Shattered now I understand how brown eyes could be so blue, For You

The pale moonlight came through my open window
like a long forgotten song
And lost in thought, I thought of you
and the laughter in the rain
the walks by the stream
counting shooting stars under the moon
dizzily singing a tune
warm sunshine and cold snow

The pale moonlight came through my open window
And lost in thought, I remembered you.