Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. May 10 - 11, 2004

5-10-04 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear and Billie

[JustAmy]

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

[JustAmy]

I'm not awake yet, so I'll skip the coffee with or without anything in it.

Kahlua in coffee isn't half bad! In fact it tastes pretty good at football games in December. : )

[Conspiracy Guy]

PET PING!

[Conspiracy Guy]

Morning yall

[JustAmy]

Good morning to you, CG.

It will be a beautiful day after I sleep for 2 more hours. : )

[JustAmy]

Graphic by Billie

~ FRIENDS ~

As we walk our path of life,
We meet people everyday.
Most are simply met by chance.
But, some are sent our way.

These become special friends
Whose bond we can't explain;
The ones who understand us
And share our joy and pain.

Their love contains no boundaries.
So, even we are apart.
Their presence enhances us
With a warmth felt in the heart.

This love becomes a passageway,
When even the miles disappear.
And so, these friends, God sends our way,
Remain forever near.

- From Indianchild.com -

[JustAmy]

Thank you for this precious graphic!!

[The Mayor]

May 11, 2004

When You're Down

Read: Psalm 6

Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping. —Psalm 6:8

Bible In One Year: 2 Kings 13-14; John 2

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Sometimes it doesn't take much to get us down, does it? An unkind remark from a friend, bad news from the auto mechanic, a financial setback, or a misbehaving child can put a cloud of gloom over everything, even on the sunniest day. You know you should be joyful, but everything seems to be against you, making simple tasks a struggle.

David must have been feeling that way when he wrote Psalm 6. He felt weak and sickly (v.2), troubled (v.3), forsaken (v.4), weary (v.6), and grief-stricken (v.7). But he knew what to do when he was down. He looked up and trusted God to take care of him and to see him through.

When we look up and focus on God, something good happens. We get our eyes off ourselves and gain a new appreciation of Him.

Next time you're down, try looking up to God. He is sovereign (Psalm 47:8); He loves you (1 John 4:9-10); He considers you special (Matthew 6:26); He has a purpose for your trials (James 1:2-4).

Yes, life can seem unbearable at times. But don't let it keep you down. Meditate on God's goodness, talk to Him, and know that He hears you (Psalm 6:9). That will give you strength to get up when you're down. —Dave Branon

Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish—
Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel;
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish:
Earth has no sorrow that heav'n cannot heal. —Moore

When life knocks you to your knees, you're in a good position to pray.

[The Mayor]

Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; for the Lord has heard the voice of my weeping. —Psalm 6:8

When life knocks you to your knees, you're in a good position to pray.

[JustAmy]

Graphic by Billie

Two Angels

I have two angels sitting here, conversing through my ears.
One seems to think angelic thoughts, and one enjoys his beers.
So I am torn in listening, to muses on each side.
Which way I go when writing seems to be who’s last to chide.

I might receive a message which is clearly Heaven-sent,
Or I may respond to thoughts which have a lower bent.
I am no angel in my heart, though I do try my best.
I’m just repeating things received to get them off my chest.

And whether they are good or bad seems like the time of day,
My angels work in shifts to tell me if I pray or play.
I may express a thought you know an angel wouldn’t touch,
Or I could state a truth that you agree with very much.

Whichever way it comes to me, I let it turn my ear,
But I don’t always consider well the worth of what I hear.
I give them equal witness, for my soul’s a battleground,
For those who will be judging me, my worth is to be found.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . May 9, 2004
© 2004

[JustAmy]

Thank you for another winner.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Sleep is overrated

[JustAmy]

LOL

I think I need more than 4 hours today. ]-(

It's a beautiful day with or without sleep!

[NicknamedBob]

Good Morning, CG.

Are you the only one with energy at your house?
(Geezerhood ain't all that bad, is it?)

[JustAmy]

"When life knocks you to your knees, you're in a good position to pray."

Good morning, Mayor!! That quote is wonderful .... I must remember it!! Thank you!!

Hope you are having a terrific Tuesday.

[Conspiracy Guy]

4-6 is my optimum. 3 is enough most days.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Laura Earl is very energetic too but she doesn't wake up until I'm leaving. Her hours are much more friendly than mine.

[JustAmy]

Graphic by Billie

The Patriot

His brother died that day in Pearl,
The sneak attack took place.
He lost a cousin on D-Day,
He still can see his face.
The fight was tough and many died,
But freedom they would save.
He fought the Nazis gallantly,
He was more scared than brave.
But he and other’s pressed the fight,
And soon prevail they did.
He came back home to tickertape,
Back home to wife and kid.
He raised his family, they raised theirs,
Now all have moved away.
His wife passed several years ago.
He misses her each day.
What’s happened to the land he loves,
The one he fought hard for.
He can’t go out for walks at night,
He has to lock his door.
He stays at home and reads a bit,
At least his dog still cares.
The young folks drive by in their cars,
Their music loud, their stares.
He flies Old Glory everyday,
He takes her in at night.
He sometimes wishes that he knew,
Just what could make it right.
I’ll tell you now we owe this man,
Much more than we can pay.
Let’s take our country back for him,
We need to start today.
Right now our troops are overseas,
Like he was long ago.
When they come home, home must be here,
The home we used to know.
Turn off the TV, get outside,
Go shake your neighbors hand.
Vote out the leftist liberals,
Get loud and take a stand.
America, is ours to save,
From outside and within.
Let’s keep her strong and keep her great,
So home she’ll be again.

Conspiracy Guy 5/10/2004
aka DIF © 2004

[JustAmy]

Geeze .... I usually need 6 - 8. I can function on 6. On four, I'm like Garfield, sleepwalking. : )

[Conspiracy Guy]

I'd have a headache all day with 8 hours sleep.

[JustAmy]

Thank you both for reminding us to thank our Veterans every for their service. They served so we could remain free!!

The poem and the graphic are wonderful.