Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. Feb. 25-26-27, 2005

2-25-05 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear, Billie

[JustAmy]

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Never Forget!








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




Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[tuliptree76]

I'm back. ;-)

[tuliptree76]

LOL!

[JustAmy]

;~)

[OESY]

The Cuddle Power of Poetry


Everyone needs close contact.
Touch is a need and a cure
To keep us near to our loved ones
And make us feel all secure.

Holding hands can give great comfort.
A face massage smooths our frown.
A back rub will soothe deep tension.
Cuddles lift us when we’re down.

A pat on the back will make us feel strong.
A caress can lift us so high.
A big bear-hug can crush away our ills
To pour out of us as we cry.

Kisses will seal our promises
We all love a hug so much.
So when you’re with your family and friends,
Remember ….. to keep in touch.

-- thepoetrydoctor.com

[OESY]

The Dundee Poets’ Box was in operation from about 1880 to 1945 publishing many Irish songs. Early ballads were dramatic or humorous narrative songs derived from folk culture that predated printing. Originally perpetuated by word of mouth, many ballads survive because they were recorded on broadsides. (Broadsides were large sheets of paper printed on one side for public posting.) The probable period of publication of this ballad: 1890-1900.

[tuliptree76]

Hi OESY! I hope you are having a good weekend.

[Alamo-Girl]

What a beautiful poem and graphic! Happy Poetry Day to you, too!!!

[JustAmy]

Sorry that I missed you tonight, OESY.

Thank you for the wonderful poem and the great graphic. Seems like thepoetrydoctor has some excellent advice. Love the graphic you used with it.

Have a beautiful Sunday.

[JustAmy]

Cuddle Doon ..... great find for cuddle day and poetry day.

Thank you.

[JustAmy]

2-27-05
Click image for music

Graphic by MamaBear

THE OLD RUGGED CROSS
Words & Music: George Bennard, 1913

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suffering and shame;
And I love that old cross where the dearest and best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.


So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.


O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world,
Has a wondrous attraction for me;
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory above
To bear it to dark Calvary.


So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.


In that old rugged cross, stained with blood so divine,
A wondrous beauty I see,
For 'twas on that old cross Jesus suffered and died,
To pardon and sanctify me.


So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown.


To the old rugged cross I will ever be true;
Its shame and reproach gladly bear;
Then He'll call me some day to my home far away,
Where His glory forever I'll share.


So I'll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it some day for a crown

[JustAmy]

SEX-a-genarian!

My birthdays have reached a milestone.
I like the sound of that!
A half-a-dozen decades now,
I have under my hat.

And everything's still working,
You'll have to take my word.
In fact, I still have all my parts,
Though the edges may have blurred.

My hairline seems haphazard now,
And spotty at the best.
My upper-body strength,
Has sagged with all the rest.

I still can make the effort,
And suck my gut in well,
But I can't hold that pose too long,
Because my stomach's swell.

With no digestive problems,
I eat just as I choose,
And then I wash the morsels down,
With moderate sips of booze.

For I believe in moderation,
I don't take to extremes,
I guess I'm quite exceptional,
But only in my dreams.

Let's emphasize that syllable,
The first one in this ode,
As I admit the kindness thus,
To womankind bestowed.

No supplements are needed,
Except for Vitamins,
I wouldn't want to have to buy,
Assistance for my sins.

So Mrs. Bob is happy,
Contented all the while,
The medicine cabinet is all hers,
As is her fetching smile.

I'm now a SEXagenarian,
It gives me a lofty view,
I've got ten years to live the part,
And that's just what I'm planning to do!

NicknamedBob . . . . . February 24, 2005

[JustAmy]

You Feel the Fortune of Your Years

You feel the fortune of your years,
I hope. For all your children's love
This day must bring you happy tears
And thoughts that joyful music prove.
I hope, for all your children's love,
There is an island, be it small,
And thoughts that joyful music prove
Beyond what years you may recall.

There is an island, be it small,
Amid the passions of the sea,
Beyond what years you may recall,
Where you in silent grace can be.

Amid the passions of the sea,
This day must bring you happy tears.
Where you in silent grace can be,
You feel the fortune of your years.

[JustAmy]

[JustAmy]

Happy Polar Bear Day!



I used font face Brrrrr

[JustAmy]

"You Feel the Fortune of Your Years" was written by Nicholas Gordon.

Sorry that I didn't get that on the post.

[ValerieUSA]

http://media.euniverse.com/funpages/cms_content/2461/flyin_egg_fight.swf

[MeekOneGOP]

Mornin', everybody ! Happy Sunday!

[The Mayor]

February 27, 2005

Our Creator

Read:
Genesis 1

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. -Genesis 1:1

Bible In One Year: Numbers 34-36

The Bible's first chapter addresses the most fundamental issues of life. It declares that God brought all things into existence. This should affect the way we live.

The writer of Genesis made the radical declaration that there is one God. That truth stood in sharp contrast to the polytheism and idolatry of the ancient world. The description of each creation day denounced the various gods worshiped by the pagans of Moses' day and declared that they were not gods at all-just creations of the one and only true and living God.

On day 1, gods of light and darkness are dismissed; day 2, gods of sea and sky; day 3, gods of earth and vegetation; day 4, sun, moon, and star gods; days 5 and 6, animal gods. And finally, humans. Even though all people are granted a divine likeness, they too are only created beings and must never be worshiped.

This account gives the foundation for Israel's covenant with God. For example, why do the Ten Commandments prohibit the worship of other gods? Because God alone is the maker of heaven and earth. Why is murder wrong? Because human beings are created in God's image.

Let's make it our goal to get to know the true and living God. -Haddon Robinson

So many gods have all come and gone,
Gods of earth, of sky, and of sea;
But God the Creator alone will stand
Tests of time and eternity. -Carbaugh

In the beginning-God.

FOR FURTHER STUDY
How Can I Know There Is A God?
Celebrating The Wonder Of Creation

[OESY]

The polar bear lives in the Arctic,
He never gets cold in a storm,
He swims in the icy cold water,
His heavy coat keeps him warm.

His advice to all of you Freepers
Is keep swimming against the tide,
The MSM will never see you coming
Until it's too late to hide.

[NicknamedBob]

Exchange Rate


A picture’s worth a thousand words, you send your image through,
I dash down but a hundred words and send it back to you.
You’re happy with the process, exclaiming all the while,
You think it is so wonderful, I really have to smile.

You’re matching up an image with a bit of doggerel,
And you’ve been too nice to mention that they have a bit of smell.
You seem to think you’re winning in this game of sleight of hand,
While all I’ve done is toss out words and see just where they land.

Like doing up a load of clothes and matching up the socks,
It’s not as though I have to take them down to beat on rocks.
I take what’s worth a thousand and give you one for ten,
And when I look up one more time you’re standing there again.

As you go home just chortling over what you think is great,
I’m getting rich as Croesus at this greedy exchange rate.
While you take out these loads, of nonsense that I’ve told,
I’m filling up my treasure vault with images of gold.


NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . April 27, 2004