Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. Apr. 14 - 15, 2004

4-14-04 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear; and various talented FReepers

[JustAmy]

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Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[JustAmy]

You are cruel ...... : )

[chadsworth]

You are cruel ...... : )

I just hate to hear about someone going to bed on an icecreamless stomach, sorry, that is the best I could do.

Have a restful night ( on an empty stomach ) :>)

[JustAmy]

LOL

Thanks.

You have a restful night too.

[JustAmy]

4-15-04
Graphic by MamaBear

Spring Carol

THEN loud by landside streamlets gush,
And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush,
With sun on the meadows
And songs in the shadows
Comes again to me
The gift of the tongues of the lea,
The gift of the tongues of meadows.

Straightway my olden heart returns
And dances with the dancing burns;
It sings with the sparrows;
To the rain and the (grimy) barrows
Sings my heart aloud -
To the silver-bellied cloud,
To the silver rainy arrows.

It bears the song of the skylark down,
And it hears the singing of the town;
And youth on the highways
And lovers in byways
Follows and sees:
And hearkens the song of the leas
And sings the songs of the highways.

So when the earth is alive with gods,
And the lusty ploughman breaks the sod,
And the grass sings in the meadows,
And the flowers smile in the shadows,
Sits my heart at ease,
Hearing the song of the leas,
Singing the songs of the meadows.

Robert Louis Stevenson

[JustAmy]

Orange Flowers On An Early Spring Day
by Rosemary Winters

Orange flowers of nasturtiums,
of late, blooming in the early spring.
Arising from the ground
in a profusion of riotous color.

Orange flower of poppy,
a symbol of the Golden State.
Symbolizing the golden sunshine,
or the dreams of vagabonds.

Orange blossoms of lantana,
a robust bloom, on a rugged plant.
Rough and ready, the bush may be,
but the blossoms have a complex engraving.
Orange blooms of morning glory,
emerging every day to greet the sun.
Which rises earlier,
while the period progresses.

All the oranges, of the season,
reminds us that winter's chill departs.
Stark contrasts, the blue sky and orange flowers,
Mix to astonish us.

[JustAmy]

The Poppies in the Garden

The poppies in the garden, they all wear frocks of silk,
Some are purple, some are pink, and others white as milk,
Light, light, for dancing when the breeze
Plays a little two-step for the blossoms and the bees.
Fine, fine, for dancing in, all frilly at the hem,
Oh, when I watch the poppies dance
I long to dance like them!

The poppies in the garden have let their silk frocks fall
All about the border paths, but where are they at all?
Here a frill and there a flounce -- a rag of silky red,
But not a poppy girl is left -- I think they've gone to bed.
Gone to bed and gone to sleep; and weary they must be,
For each has left her box of dreams upon the stem for me.

Frida Wolfe

[JustAmy]

Hexed

I looked upon the shape of it,
A simple box of squares,
And every way you measured it,
The numbers came in pairs.

Four regular quadrangles,
A top and bottom too,
No matter how you turn or spin,
There’s nothing very new.

I know about the binaries,
This simple box depicts,
Of two, and four, and eight and so,
So how did we get six?

For front and back, the sides and then,
The top and bottom too.
The pairs that we start out with,
Are clearly all just two.
Where did the three come in,
That multiplies the pairs?
There is no room for trinaries,
In binary affairs.

Why, even in our games of chance,
This cubic gets a cousin,
But when you count the faces up,
There’s just an even dozen.
The fact that we get threes from twos,
Seems magical to me,
Because this pair of eyes of mine,
Just doesn’t see the three.

NicknamedBob . . . April 6, 2004
© 2004

[JustAmy]

Thank you for sharing "Hexed" with us.

[leadpenny]

Good morning/evening!

The new network version of the song "Yesterday"

I submit Nateman's offering from a thread he/she started a few minutes ago. Very clever.

BTW, thank you for the FReepmail, Amy. My pleasure.

[JustAmy]

A Palm Pilot for Hillbillies...

[JustAmy]

[JustAmy]

Just visited Nateman's thread. It is very clever. We need to get it recorded!! : )

Thanks for the link.

Re: Freepmail ... we appreciate you.

[JustAmy]

A preacher is buying a parrot.

"Are you sure it doesn't scream, yell, or swear?" asked the preacher.

"Oh absolutely. It's a religious parrot," the storekeeper assures him.

"Do you see those strings on his legs? When you pull the right one, he recites the lord's prayer, and when you pull on the left he recites the 23rd Psalm."

"Wonderful!" says the preacher, "but what happens if you pull both strings?"

"I fall off my perch, you stupid fool!" screeched the parrot.

[JustAmy]

Pat and Mike were walking down the street, when they came to the church, Pat says, 'Mike, you wait here, I'm going to run in for confession, it's been a long time'.

Pat enters the confessional and says,' Father forgive me, I have sinned with a married woman'.

The priest asks, 'was it Mrs Murphy'? 'no, Father', was the reply.

'Was it Mrs O'Boyle'? Again the reply was 'No, Father'.

'Was it Mrs. O'Grady'? Pat said, Father, I'll not be teling you the lady's name!

So the priest told him to say two Hail Mary's for each time he had sinned with the woman.

Back on the street, Mike said, 'Well, how did you do'? Pat said, 'Just fine, I kept me mouth shut and got 3 new prospects'!

[MeekOneGOP]

Mornin', everybody ! Happy Thursday ! Happy Tax Day !
55 degrees and heading for around 80 today.
Today is our first anniversary (Ying and me got married on Tax Day) ...

Have a cup while you Freep !

[The Mayor]

He who guards his mouth preserves his life, but he who opens wide his lips shall have destruction. —Proverbs 13:3

Whoever guards his mouth and tongue keeps his soul from troubles.

[The Mayor]

April 15, 2004

The Tongue That Defiles

Read: James 3:5-12

He who guards his mouth preserves his life, but he who opens wide his lips shall have destruction. —Proverbs 13:3

Bible In One Year: 1 Samuel 27-29; Luke 13:1-22

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My words have an effect on others; they also have an effect on me. When I speak evil, I not only reveal the sin in my own heart (Luke 6:45), I also reinforce that evil and cause it to grow. Jesus said it's not what goes into my mouth that defiles me, but what comes out. James put it another way: "The tongue . . . defiles the whole body" (James 3:6). My untamed tongue corrupts me.

On the other hand, when I refuse to give expression to impure, unkind, ungodly thoughts, I begin to choke and strangle the evil in my soul.

That's why the wise man said in Proverbs 13:3 that we must guard our mouth. When we do that, we starve the evil that is gnawing insidiously at the root of our soul. Do we want to put an end to the evil that so easily rises within us? With God's help, we must learn to control our tongue.

You may say, "I've tried to, but I have no power to subdue it." James agreed: "No man can tame the tongue" (James 3:8). But Jesus can. Ask Him to "keep watch" over your mouth (Psalm 141:3), and hand the bridle of your tongue to Him.

Let's echo the prayer of the hymn by Frances Havergal: "Take my lips and let them be filled with messages for Thee." —David Roper

Lord, set a guard upon my lips,
My tongue control today;
Help me evaluate each thought
And watch each word I say. —Hess

Whoever guards his mouth and tongue keeps his soul from troubles. —Proverbs 21:23

[OESY]

Happy (?) Tax Day!


A man had fallen between the rails in a subway station. People were all crowding around trying to get him out before the train ran him over. They were all shouting, "Give me your hand!" But the man would not reach up.

Joe elbowed his way through the crowd and leaned over the man. "Friend," he asked, "What is your profession?"

"I am an IRS agent," gasped the man. "In that case," said Joe, "Take my hand!"

The IRS agent immediately grasped the Joe's hand and was hauled to safety. Joe turned to the amazed by-standers and declared, "Never ask an IRS agent to "give" you anything, you fools!"

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One day, at a local buffet, a man suddenly called out, "My son's choking! He swallowed a quarter! Help! Please, anyone! Help!"

A man from a nearby table stood up and announced that he was quite experienced at this sort of thing. He stepped over with almost no look of concern at all, wrapped his hands around the boy's gonads, and squeezed. Out popped the quarter. The man then went back to his table as though nothing had happened.

"Thank you! Thank you!" the father cried. "Are you a paramedic?"

"No," replied the man. "I work for the IRS."

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Letter To The IRS: Creative Computing

There was a man who computed his taxes for 1997 and found that he owed $3407. He packaged up his payment and included this letter:

Dear IRS:

Enclosed is my 1998 Tax Return & payment. Please take note of the attached article from the USA Today newspaper. In the article, you will see that the Pentagon is paying $171.50 for hammers and NASA has paid $600.00 for a toilet seat.

Please find enclosed four toilet seats (value $2400) and six hammers (value $1029).

This brings my total payment to $3429.00. Please note the overpayment of $22.00 and apply it to the 'Presidential Election Fund', as noted on my return. Might I suggest that you send the above mentioned to fund a '1.5 inch screw'. (See attached article - HUD paid $22.00 for a 1.5 inch Phillips Head Screw.)

It has been a pleasure to pay my tax bill this year, and I look forward to paying it again next year. I just saw an article about the Pentagon and 'screwdrivers'.

Sincerely,

I. Getscrewed Everyear

[OESY]

[OESY]