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

6-14-04 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear and Billie

[JustAmy]

Welcome To....


'Amy's Place' welcomes all poets
and those who enjoy poetry. 'Amy's Place' is more than just about poetry.
Come in, relax, and share with fellow FReepers
your thoughts about any of the things on the *Menu*.

Enjoy! :)












Never Forget!



Howdy!
I'm the mouser at Amy's Place. Amy named me 'cootblanch'.... (don't ask why. hahaha)







Amy's personal guardian ~
the always charming, lovable, huggable,
LouieWolf




Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

C.G. and NnB may be able to help you, they are pretty good with words...

[Darksheare]

I likely have it, shouldn't be too hard.
Right?

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Magic Bus
(Pete Townshend)
Fabulous Music Ltd./TRO-Essex Music Inc./ASCAP


Every day I get in the queue (Too much, the Magic Bus)
To get on the bus that takes me to you (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I'm so nervous, I just sit and smile (Too much, the Magic Bus)
Your house is only another mile (Too much, the Magic Bus)
Thank you, driver, for getting me here (Too much, the Magic Bus)
You'll be an inspector, have no fear (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I don't want to cause no fuss (Too much, the Magic Bus)
But can I buy your Magic Bus? (Too much, the Magic Bus)
Nooooooooo!

I don't care how much I pay (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I wanna drive my bus to my baby each day (Too much, the Magic Bus)

I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it...(You can't have it!)
I want it, I want it, I want it

Thruppence and sixpence every day
Just to drive to my baby
Thruppence and sixpence each day
'Cause I drive my baby every way


Magic Bus ( Magic Bus), Magic Bus, (Magic Bus), Magic Bus (oh oh oh)
Magic Bus (oh oh oh) Magic Bus, Magic Bus
I want the Magic Bus, I want the Magic Bus, I want the Magic Bus...

I said, now I've got my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I said, now I've got my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I drive my baby every way (Too much, the Magic Bus)
Each time I go a different way (Too much, the Magic Bus)
I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it ...

Every day you'll see the dust (Too much, the Magic Bus)
As I drive my baby in my Magic Bus (Too much, the Magic Bus)

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

We'll find out. I mean, I don't know who put you up for sale...

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

firts = first

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Leaving for the day, thank you for FReeping with me. Have a wonderful evening!

(Hope I feel bedder tomborrow...)

[Laura Earl]

Take care!

[Darksheare]

Tomb Raider, Amy's Place style:
Wil PAL be able to lift the golden Idol off of D-sheare's head before it cricks his neck?
Or will she set off the traps setup under his chair and turn this adventure [yet again] into a trip to the emergency room? (But, but.. the home-made rockets SOUNDED like a good idea last time!)
Find out on the next episode of Amy's Place.

[Conspiracy Guy]

Darsheare needing help? Must be a misunderstanding.

[JustAmy]

I cccan't fffffind tthhhe dduupplleexx sssswwiitttttch, bbbut ttthhankkks fffffor tttthe aaaaadvvvice.

[ST.LOUIE1]

Afternoon, doll. : )

I haven't used all of them yet....

Another day or so should take care of that. LOL

[OESY]

Let America Be America Again

---

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.

O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!

-- Langston Hughes (1902-1967), the poet often quoted by John F. Kerry


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Hughes also wrote in his 1938 poem, "Goodbye Christ,"

Goodbye,
Christ Jesus Lord God Jehova,
Beat it on away from here now.
Make way for a new guy with no religion at all –
A real guy name
Marx communist Lenin Peasant Stalin Worker ME –
I said, ME!

Yes, Langston Hughes was a Communist, and his poetry strongly reflected that belief system. He is described by James Smethurst in his 1999 book The New Red Negro: The Literary Left and African American Poetry, 1930-1946 as the author of "revolutionary or militant poems aimed at an audience defined largely by the cultural institutions of the CPUSA and the Comintern." Hughes was brought before the House Un-American Activities Committee in 1953 to account for his membership in the Communist Party USA, but managed to convince the members that "the pro-Communist works he had published no longer represented his thinking." Unfortunately for his social life, "Communists bitterly resented the way he abandoned professed members of the party, including W. E. B. Du Bois and Paul Robeson, whom Hughes had lauded in earlier decades." Hughes had coldly abandoned his principles to save his writing career. This is the theme for the Kerry campaign? These are the values that "people think makes this country strong" -- anger, bitterness, cynicism and Communism? If we ask, "what people think that?" would we be told that it's none of our business?

Source: http://www.mensnewsdaily.com/archive/m-n/mariani/2004/mariani052304.htm

[JustAmy]

LOL

Cute, PAL.

[JustAmy]

Sounds to me like you made the little lady angry!!!

You'd better go buy chocolates and flowers.

[T'wit]

T'wit must regretfully bid his friends good-bye for a few days -- unless he succeeds in getting his laptop operative in an undisclosed upstate location :-) If so, it is a place so far from civilization that it has no broadband. I remember dial-up -- that's 300 bauds, yes?

[JustAmy]

Yep ...... really, really angry. You may have to spring for jewelry also. ;)

[JustAmy]

I considered posting your poem again. Then I decided that the picture is cute even without the poem.

[JustAmy]

OMG ..... back to the dark ages. And to think, I complained last week when I was on 28k dialup.

I hope this undisclosed location is relaxing and peaceful. Maybe a little fishing? Some horseback riding?

Have fun!!

[JustAmy]

Get some rest tonight.

See you tomorrow.

[T'wit]

La, la, la, la

Now for something completely different! I have been studying the lyrics of this song for, oh, three or four years now, and I think I can almost recite them from heart.

¦:La lalalala la la la, la la la, la la la, la lalalala la la la, la la la la.:¦
¦:La la la la! Hat sie! La la la la! Ist sie! La lalalala la la la, la la la la.:¦
¦:La la la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la, la la la, la la la la.:¦
¦:O jerum, jerum, jerum, jerum, la la la la la, la la la la!.:¦