Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. September 22-23, 2004 (What a year!!)

9-22-04 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear, Billie

[JustAmy]

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[JustAmy]

Poetry and Potpourri made its debut on September 22, 2003

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[JustAmy]

One Year!! Seems impossible.



Let's Party.

Here is our first thread, which was posted on September 22, 2003

[JustAmy]

9-22-04
Graphic by Billie

Festival at Amy’s

There is a rule for festivals, and this is how it goes,
Assuredly it’s something that just everybody knows.
Every festive party, and every jolly place,
Deserves to have some friends around, with smiles upon each face.

So enter, friend and wear your smile, and all your jolly clothes,
We wouldn’t want to flout a rule that everybody knows.
We’ve minstrels and refreshments, and a strolling bard or two,
And I’m sure you’ll find a message that is meant for only you.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . May 3, 2004
© 2004

[JustAmy]

Graphic by MamaBear

Your Table is Waiting

Your place awaits in morning light,
The coffee has been brewed just right.
Sit down and have a cup or two,
And let us share a poem with you.

You needn’t dress a special way,
We’re glad to see you this fine day.
Come share a moment with a friend,
And carry joy to daylight’s end.

For every minute you spend here,
A dozen more are filled with cheer,
And though you cannot stay all day,
We’re glad you chose to come our way.

NicknamedBob . . . . April 18, 2004
© 2004

[JustAmy]

Graphic from St.Louie1

Liquid Courage

They idle in the tavern,
as they have many nights before,
reminiscing about good times
and doing their best to ignore
the ticking clock above the door,
the harbinger of doom in store
for the fair-haired, mustachioed
man in the polyester suit;
the guy sucking back another
cranberry juice and Absolut.
"It's time to get ourselves en route
to the church, mister," his astute friend enjoins.

"One more," says the groom.

~ Eric Lammerman ~

[JustAmy]

Graphic by Billie

Which Way?

Through the valleys and over hills,
Both up and down I’d crept.
I fell asleep for I was tired,
So very long I slept.
Is it rising? Is it setting?
I must say I don’t know.
That must be east or maybe west,
Now, which way do I go?
If I just wait a little while,
It will get dark or light.
I really hope it’s rising though,
Don’t want to spend the night.
To sleep out here among the stars,
With nature all around.
On second thought I hope it sets,
I’ll sit here on the ground.
But if it’s rising I will turn,
And walk toward the west.
I really like the rising sun,
But setting sun’s the best.

Conspiracy Guy 5/4/4
aka DIF © 2004

[The Mayor]

September 22, 2004

The Right Signal

Read: Matthew 14:14-21

When Jesus went out He saw a great multitude; and He was moved with compassion for them. —Matthew 14:14

Bible In One Year: Ecclesiastes 10-12; Galatians 1

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It was a tragic mistake. On July 3, 1988, the guided-missile cruiser USS Vincennes shot down an Iranian airliner with 290 souls aboard. All were lost. The ship's captain mistakenly thought they were under attack by an F-14 Iranian fighter.

Public opinion polls showed that most Americans opposed paying compensation to the victims' families. The cruel treatment of American hostages in Iran was still fresh in many minds. But President Reagan approved compensation. Asked by reporters if such payment would send the wrong signal, he replied, "I don't ever find compassion a bad precedent."

The principle of revenge is so much simpler to practice. Yet compassion is Christ's way—a deep caring for the physical, emotional, and spiritual needs of the whole person. It reveals the heart of God for sinful people—for you and for me.

The feeding of the 5,000 was a miracle born out of compassion. Jesus was moved by the physical and spiritual needs of the people (Matthew 14:14; Mark 6:34). He was not content just to teach them and then send them on their way.

As Christians, we must look at the whole person through the eyes of Jesus. Being moved by compassion always sends the right signal. —Dennis De Haan

Give me a heart sympathetic and tender,
Jesus, like Thine, Jesus, like Thine;
Touched by the needs that are surging around me,
And filled with compassion divine. —Anon.

Compassion is love in action.

[JustAmy]

My first contribution:

In Deep

Deep within your eyes,
the chaos of conflict.
Flares of firefights
in endless night darkness.
Fallen enemy, fallen friends.
Mental anguish while life
flashes by on autopilot.
Wind’s sandy kiss on
sunburned flesh.
Hunger aches deep
within your heart.
Reflections of desires
deep within your eyes.
Thousands of miles
distant, yet right here.
I keep you deep
within my eyes.
There you will remain
until you return
my soldier man.

© 2003 dansangel



107 posted on 09/22/2003 5:17:07 AM PDT by dansangel (*Visualize No Democrats*)

[JustAmy]

Good morning, Mayor. Thank you for bringing our lesson this morning.

Hope you have time to have a glass of champagne with us today.

[The Mayor]

Yes, tonight!
Happy Anniversary!

[JustAmy]

Just one more (like potato chips - lol!) and I've got to get back to work....

Bitterness

Perched on a post
in a place where no one wins
Typing slander on a keyboard
Outside looking in.

Holier than thou,
all-knowing amongst the mindless din
A legend in narrow minds
Outside looking in.

Harsh words where once was beauty
A new life unable to begin
Defame, complain, a bitter queen
Outside looking in.

In a humble world, the Bible says,
The haughty never win
Come down off the rocky pedestal
Or be forever outside looking in.

© 2003 dansangel

111 posted on 09/22/2003 5:26:53 AM PDT by dansangel (*Visualize No Democrats*)

[Conspiracy Guy]

Happy Anniversary!

[JustAmy]

Morning friends. Happy Friday, everyone. Hope you have a wonderful day.

See you later.



MARINATED

Am I aging like wine
Or Limburger cheese?
A lady so fine
Or pan of old grease?

My age spots just freckles
To point out my dimples
And what of the skin tags
On my skin that just sags.

The cellulite that seems
Deep enough to plant beans
And what of the brain
That seems now insane.

If old styles come back,
I may give a whack
At wearing a chemise
To the marquees.

I'll tease up my hair
And style it with flair,
Put on those red heels
And flip some cartwheels.

My mind isn't young
And loose seems my tongue
To think that this old mare
Might still have some flair.

-- Author Unknown

21 posted on 09/26/2003 5:01:07 AM PDT by Victoria Delsoul

[JustAmy]

Thank you ... I hope you have time for a glass of champagne and some snacks.

[Conspiracy Guy]

I'm a beer and chips man!

[JustAmy]

Another autumn poem....
Good morning, or good night, as the case may be. Have a wonderful weekend.



14 posted on 09/26/2003 10:49:28 PM PDT by Mama_Bear ( Lori)

[JustAmy]

[JustAmy]

To A Butterfly (second) by William Wordsworth

I'VE watched you now a full half-hour;
Self-poised upon that yellow flower
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!--not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!

This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
Here rest your wings when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.

Written in the orchard, Town-end, Grasmere.

8 posted on 10/05/2003 11:43:54 PM PDT by Mama_Bear ( Lori)

[JustAmy]

We stocked up on beer and chips.

[JustAmy]

Thank you, Rus.

See you tonight.