Poetry and Potpourri ... November 21-22-23, 2003

11-21-2003 | JustAmy, St.Louie1 and mama_Bear

[MeekOneGOP]

hehe ! Yep ! I noticed. Great pic in any case alright ...

[MeekOneGOP]

ha! ha! Love your lyrics !

Great video by Toby ! Thanks !

[Jim Robinson]

I vote we go to this place for dinner and adult refreshments after our next FReep (click on the video link above).

[Billie]

Hey! Look who's here!

LOL! Neat song! Hey, we got more winners than losers!

FR's even better today than yesterday. :)

[dansangel]

Hey....I *resemble* that song! :-)

((((Hugs)))) to all of the P and P gang!

[JustAmy]

Loved those lyrics .... I second that vote for our after FReep get together.

I could not play the video .... I'm downloading a new version of realplayer. Hope that does it.

Can you find another great video for us?

[MeekOneGOP]

Bundle 'em up ! ...

[deadhead]

"Good news! Sasso's skin graft surgery went very well today."

Wonderful! Oh, the pictures of Sasso. Poor kitty. Sasso is a real trooper.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Andalusian Nights

The gypsies gather around the leaping flames of the campfire,
little shadow tongues lapping at their faces.
Seated on a wooden chair,
his eyes half-closed against the smoke of the cigarette
held loosely between his lips,
the guitarist fingers the strings of his instruments,
coaxing, cajoling.
The voice of the singer rises in a wild Moorish lament;
a lean dancer claps his hands abruptly,
the heel stamps of his dusty black boots
echoing the ageless rhythm of a galloping Arab steed.
A young woman glides toward the dancer,
her slender arms, lifted above her head,
moving gently with the suppleness of willow leaves
caught in the green dawn's spring breeze.
The male dancer moves toward her with smooth, feline stride;
then, as the notes of the guitar alter,
harshen to fury and desperation,
withdraws in a burst of sharp claps, leaving her alone.
Black eyes shining beneath brows like the wings of a hawk,
dark hair pulled tight from a center parting into a chignon,
a huge rose pinned at her nape,
the gypsy whirls with controlled gestures
pervaded with passion and grief.
Accompanied by shouts of approval,
the cadenced clapping of her audience,
the thump and beat of the guitar,
the shrill wail of the singer,
she dances. She dances!
Her expressive torso, taut in the bodice of her red silk dress,
sways, inclines, twists with slow deliberation;
her hands take flight now, caressing each other,
restrained only by her elegant wrists.
Her head is an exquisite flower on the pure stem of her neck,
her heels beat a mad tattoo as she whirls
within the bright petals of her skirt.

-- Sue Littleton

[Victoria Delsoul]

Prayers for Sasso, Jen. Hope everything went OK.

[JustAmy]

Hi Friend ..... It's great to see you tonight!
Hugs to you and .45Man

[Victoria Delsoul]

I've seen short skirts; we've got high-techs;
Blue collar boys and rednecks.
An' we got lovers; lots of lookers;
I've even seen dancin' girls and hookers.

Great poem, JR. You should copyright it or someone might post it at the competition and claim you stole it, LOL!

Baby, I love your way…

[JustAmy]

Beautiful .... Andalusian Nights by Sue Littleton. Her words definitely paint a picture, don't they? I could not only see the dancers, I could almost hear the music. That's talent!!

Thank you for sharing it.

[JustAmy]

LOL ..... That's for sure!!

[dansangel]

LOL! I do *not*, however, resemble that picture! :-)

Thanks for the hugs - from .45MAN, too!

I'm so glad it's FRiday....what a week......

[Victoria Delsoul]

C'est la vie…

[JustAmy]

"dansangel (*PROUD to be a knuckle-dragging, toothless, inbred, right-wing, Southern, gun-toting Neanderthal *)"

LOL

[Jim Robinson]

Well, here's one I kinda like:

http://stream.country.com/ramgen/streaming/cmt/videoclip/brpa-imgonnamissher-320x240-full.rm

I'm Gonna Miss Her

by Brad Paisley

Well I love her
But I love to fish
I spend all day out on this lake
And hell is all I catch
Today she met me at the door
Said I would have to choose
If I hit that fishin' hole today
She'd be packin' all her things
And she'd be gone by noon

Well I'm gonna miss her
When I get home
But right now I'm on this lakeshore
And I'm sittin' in the sun
I'm sure it'll hit me
When I walk through that door tonight
That I'm gonna miss her
Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite

Now there's a chance that if I hurry
I could beg her to stay
But that water's right
And the weather's perfect
No tellin' what I might catch today

Well I'm gonna miss her
When I get home
But right now I'm on this lakeshore
And I'm sittin' in the sun
I'm sure it'll hit me
When I walk through that door tonight
That I'm gonna miss her
Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite

Yeah, I'm gonna miss her
Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite

[JustAmy]

LOL ... You are doing good tonight!

We're gonna ask you to come back again later tonight or at least again tomorrow night.

[JustAmy]

Fairies
by April Elizabeth

The moon has risen the sun has gone,
The fairies come out one by one.
The stars light their way through the weary night.
They must get prepared for their untimely flight.
The winter has come much too soon.
They must flee this night, by the light of the moon.

The days are cold, the nights just as bad.
The fairies have lost what they once had.
The warmth of the sun, the breeze of the night,
Now they are desperate, fleeing by flight.