Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. August 16-17, 2004

8-16-04 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear and Billie

[JustAmy]

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[JustAmy]

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[JustAmy]

8-16-04
Graphic by Billie

A Spectrum in Black and White

The light that shines inside your mind, puts color in your world.
A kaleidoscopic maelstrom which will leave your senses whirled.
Great adventures, and great beasts, excite the youthful mind,
And thrilling places never seen, are waiting here to find.

Come on aboard! The train of thought awaits each lad and lass,
And every time we turn a page, we find a boarding pass.
The world is here, as seen by those exciting minds we know,
So settle down, get comfortable, and let us start the show.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . August 15, 2004
© 2004

[JustAmy]

[JustAmy]

Graphic by Billie

We

We saw the look upon his face,
Through whispers he was told.
We knew he felt just what we felt,
We wouldn’t sit here cold.
We knew this time that we would act,
And not just turn our head.
This time we’d go and we’d go big,
We wouldn’t bomb some shed.
He called them faceless cowards,
He vowed we hunt them down.
We watched as he spoke to us all,
Sincerely, not some clown.
His eyes assured us he’d not rest,
Until they paid the price.
Yes we’d turn over every stone,
Until they were on ice.
He warned the battle would be long,
That many would forget.
That some would say, let’s just move on,
Not him, his mind was set.
We backed him then, we back him now,
The fight must still go on.
We can’t back down, we can’t let up,
Until the threat is gone.
God Bless our troops as on they fight,
Each day for them we pray.
We thank them all, for all they do,
“They are the best”, we say.
We will support our President,
He’s proven he will stand.
We’ll vote for Bush this coming fall,
We will protect this land.

Conspiracy Guy 3/5/4
aka DIF © 2004

[Conspiracy Guy]

I like the new graphic.

[Laura Earl]

I'll have to view it at home. It's a large rectangle with a tiny AL flag in the upper left hand corner.

[JustAmy]

Graphic from St.Louie

God Bless America
Words and music by Irving Berlin
© Copyright 1938, 1939 by Irving Berlin

"While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,
Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free,
Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,
As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer. "

God Bless America,
Land that I love.
Stand beside her, and guide her
Thru the night with a light from above.
From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white with foam
God bless America, My home sweet home.


Click

[JustAmy]

I couldn't remember whether I'd used this graphic before but I like it!!

[Conspiracy Guy]

Dang

[Conspiracy Guy]

I don't remember seeing it!

[The Mayor]

August 16, 2004

Think Young

Read: Isaiah 40:25-31

Those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength. —Isaiah 40:31

Bible In One Year: Psalms 94-96; Romans 15:14-33

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In the book Geeks and Geezers, authors Warren Bennis and Robert Thomas present a fascinating look at "how era, values, and defining moments shape leaders" of two very different generations—the geeks (those 21-35) and the geezers (those over 70).

One of their findings is that among the older group of "geezers," every person who was able to continue to play a leadership role retained the qualities of curiosity, playfulness, eagerness, fearlessness, warmth, and energy. Instead of being defeated by time and age, they were "open, willing to take risks, hungry for knowledge and experience, courageous, eager to see what the new day brings."

That's a great attitude to have, but how can a Christian get it and keep it? The Bible says that our strength comes from a trusting relationship with God: "Those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint" (Isaiah 40:31).

Our minds more than our bodies cause us to lose heart and give up. The young are not immune, because "even the youths shall faint and be weary" (v.30). God gives power to young and old who place their hope in Him. He stirs our spirits to run, walk, and soar for Him. —David McCasland

We're often weary in life's race,
Driven by its hurried pace,
But when we wait upon the Lord,
His strength becomes our sure reward. —D. De Haan

No one is old who is young at heart.

[OESY]

Good morning, all! It's Roller Coaster Day!



Roller Coaster

My father laughed and it was
the first and only time so far
I've heard him do it; a real
laugh deep from inside
climbing like an artillery shell
up his throat and pushing out of
his Edvard Munch mouth.
We were commuters aimed at heaven,
riding a steep, open train toward
the sun-god at the end
of the line, padded straps
reefing our shoulders against
plastic seats. This was
the last place I wanted to be,
locked in like an astronaut,
someone else driving,
lunch rising in my chest.
My eyes were open to
the whine of pulleys as we
ascended a slope snow wouldn't
hold to if snow fell through the
ridiculous summer air. There was
a moment as we reached
the first peak and crested
when I smiled too at weightlessness,
the feeling as you float
from a swell in a fast highway until
most of me dropped. I felt
my stomach's desire
to stay behind up there where it could see
halfway to Saskatchewan and
to bail out again at
the bottom as we were
caught like eggs by a
giant hand and sent up again
over a short rise only to
plunge face-first at the ground
continuing as we rolled
through a giant loop, swooped
with the energy of descent and
twisted through a series
of corkscrew turns, our
brains in startled mobius,
my father wide with giddy terror.
Somewhere along the way he
reached over and squeezed my hand
and our astounded spirits
or some other part of us
that it seemed we could do without
for a while raced behind
like afterimages as we rolled on
through the inverted morning,
clutching each other,
wearing death-masks of happiness.


-- Jay Ruzesky

[JustAmy]

Graphic by Me

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The Last Rose Of Summer
by Thomas Moore (Arr. Frank Gallagher)

Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.
No flow'r of her kindred
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stern,
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them

Thus kindly I'll scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow
When friendships decay;
And from love's shining circle
The gems drop away
When true hearts lie wither'd
And fond ones are flow'n
Oh! Who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?


Music stolen from MamaBear at The Finest.

[JustAmy]

Good morning, Mayor. Thank you for the soul food.

Have a happy Monday.

[The Mayor]

Happy Monday Amy

[JustAmy]

Good morning, OESY

Thank you for putting my stomach on a bungee cord this morning. :)
I have never been on a roller coaster and I have no desire to try one now. *grin*

Have a very Happy Monday.

[NicknamedBob]

"Oh! Who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?"

Sounds kinda depressing. What is it about them Moore boys, anyway, always looking on the bleak side of things?

Here's how I look at that same idea...


Solace



“How are things?” They say to me.
A pleasant friendly inquiry.
How can I tell them how I feel?
They did not know my dream was real.

They thought I seemed content until,
A sadness flooded in to fill,
This heart that you had dwelled inside,
And warmed me in the eventide.

They think that with you gone that I,
Can not find solace though I try.
That with an emptiness in me,
There is no room for ecstacy.

A hollow space would fill me up,
Prevent my drinking from the cup?
How can they think that you would go,
And not remain inside me so?

That you are with me even now,
Your hand in mine as we did vow.
We could not ever come apart,
Because we share each other’s heart.

Your laughter rings in silent rooms,
That others think are soundless tombs.
Your smile can brighten every day.
How can they think you’ve gone away?

My father walks beside me still,
He gives advice, and always will.
My mother sings as she once did,
When lifting up the stewpot’s lid.

The life she spent in serving others,
She gently nurtured in my brothers.
Indeed in all who came around,
Each came to find what she had found.

That life alone is but a seed,
Incapable of worthy deed.
But when the light of love shines in,
The roots take hold, the vines to spin,

Entangling all in matted grip,
That even death can not make slip.
The raindrop tears of daily woes,
Are soaked up in the childlike toes.

And winds of passion and of fear,
Which bring destruction circling near,
Are but the welcome cleansing breeze,
To wash the dust from sturdy trees.

No, I am never quite alone.
I’m filled inside with thoughts my own,
Of days spent laughing, having fun,
Relaxing when our work was done.

They see me smile and think that I,
Just reminisce of days gone by.
They cannot know I feel more joy,
Than when I was a little boy.

I knew not then that pain could hurt,
I didn’t know that girls could flirt,
There was a world I couldn’t see,
And now it lives inside of me.

My struggle now is just to show,
The happiness I’ve come to know.
How can I share with them this thrill?
The ones I love are with me still.


NicknamedBob . . . . . March 1, 2004

[JustAmy]

Happy Roller Coaster Day, Everyone.

[Alamo-Girl]

Thank you for the precious poem and graphic!

[OESY]

There goes the coaster! Nope, that was the whole breakfast---

Roller Coaster Fun
Dave Nielsen