Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. Apr. 23-24-25, 2004

4-23-04 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear, Billie, and various talented FReepers

[JustAmy]

Welcome To....


'Amy's Place' welcomes all poets
and those who enjoy poetry. 'Amy's Place' is more than just about poetry.
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Howdy!
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Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[JustAmy]

Ya know, champagne always affect you that way!!!

LOL .... that is cute, Thanks.

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

There's no union here either, right?

(wwww-kshhhhh, I think you owe Amy another poem!)

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Maybe you should e-mail him your book?...

[JustAmy]

I flunked!!! I think it's because my ancestors left there in the 1700's. :) We haven't looked back.

[NicknamedBob]

Sheesh. Quit complaining about the keyboard and buy one at the used computer store. They only cost five or ten bucks.

Or send your cat by my house and I'll give you one.

[NicknamedBob]

"your upcoming movie"

Different movie. "G" rating no problem for hard core poets, unless we want an "R" rating.

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Are there any dogs loose on the way to your house? (My cat only likes the dogs that are penned in our back yard.)

[JustAmy]

I'm dancing, I'm dancing!!

LOL

Thanks for the fun, Jen.

Hope to see you tonight. Well I hope I can spend some time here tonight.

[JustAmy]

Thanks, T'wit.

I enjoyed listening to the Bumble Boogie, too. It's a fun number.

[JustAmy]

^ ^ * whip cracking * ^ ^

Have you started that romantic poem for NicknamedSue yet??

Well .... Get on it, Slave. What's taking you so long?

[NicknamedBob]

"...e-mail him your book?..."

Getting the book in his hands is not the problem.

He said he doesn't do book. Besides, I'm not sure his e-money would be any good. He works for really low wages, you know.

[JustAmy]

Good afternoon, OESY. Hope you are having a Fabulous Friday!!

That is a great slide show. It was worth registering to watch it.

Thank you!!

[JustAmy]

I love that, Meekie.

Thank you for "George's Day".

: )

[NicknamedBob]

This was written to my loving wife, in the quiet and slightly sad hours after Christmas...

Come To Me!

Come to me! Put down the tedium and dross,
And let me tell you of my loss.
A youth so innocent and free,
You will not know it could be me.

Come, let me fill you with my songs,
Of life’s vicissitudes, and wrongs.
The many rites, and rights, and writes,
That inumberate the heights,

Of passions felt, and cooled,
Of heartfelt longings crueled.
Let mysteries abound,
Of silence shouted in a sound.

Have wonder at the fleetingness,
Of life’s long-lasting emptiness.
Let temper’s tempests tempus tide,
And forlorn vengeance be denied.

And have a faith that hope will dawn,
Like dew encroached upon the lawn.
Unable to resist its tear,
The footstep dampens growing near.

As eyes that share a common dream,
That never was what it would seem,
The kiss of sadness clouds the sight,
As dreams surrender to the night.

All ashes such dreams come to be.
Relinquish them, and come to me.

NicknamedBob . . . . . 12/26/2004

[JustAmy]

Sorry ... I don't write 'em; I just post 'em.
: )

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

unless we want an "R" rating.

Then it comes in handy to be an exhibitionist. (I guess this is one movie I won't hear Sandra Bullock say, "She luuuuuuvz you...")

[NicknamedBob]

"...the way to your house?"

Cats have never had a problem finding their way to my house.

[OESY]

That is a great slide show. It was worth registering to watch it.

It slipped my mind that you have to register with the NY Times to access their stories and photos. Have a great weekend!

[JustAmy]

COME TO ME!

Come to me! Put down the tedium and dross,
And let me tell you of my loss.
A youth so innocent and free,
You will not know it could be me.

Come, let me fill you with my songs,
Of life’s vicissitudes, and wrongs.
The many rites, and rights, and writes,
That inumberate the heights,

Of passions felt, and cooled,
Of heartfelt longings crueled.
Let mysteries abound,
Of silence shouted in a sound.

Have wonder at the fleetingness,
Of life’s long-lasting emptiness.
Let temper’s tempests tempus tide,
And forlorn vengeance be denied.

And have a faith that hope will dawn,
Like dew encroached upon the lawn.
Unable to resist its tear,
The footstep dampens growing near.

As eyes that share a common dream,
That never was what it would seem,
The kiss of sadness clouds the sight,
As dreams surrender to the night.

All ashes such dreams come to be.
Relinquish them, and come to me.

NicknamedBob . . . . . 12/26/2003
© 2003 2004

Dedicated to NicknamedSue

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

But are there any loose dogs on the way over there?

(How are all those cats finding their way to your house? What you got goin' on there, Bob?)