Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ...February, 2008

2-1-2008 | JustAmy and MamaBear

[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!





Bad Penny



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




Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[JustAmy]

** grin **

Cute picture! Thank you!

The poem is a perfect "picture" of Louie/Max when Marissa gets home from school.
He stands at the French Doors and pleads with her to come outside.
It doesn't take long for him to pursuade her.

Thank you for sharing the portraits and poems with Amy's Place.

[Billie]

The sick chicken graphic was made by Billie. It was used at the Finest. I couldn’t find the original thread.

Hi, Amy - hope you're feeling much better now.

I can't remember exactly where or when we used the sick chicken graphic but I sorta think it was here at Amy's Place instead of the Finest. It looks vaguely familiar but I sure don't remember the thread!

[Darksheare]

Been working third shift.
Haven’t had any inspiration for quite some time.
*sigh*

Lots of typos though.

[OESY]

Pup ‘n Stuf

Marissa and her Louie/Max are best of friends, you know,
And puppy wags his tail which is a way to let it show.
Marissa smiles and laughs a lot, which Louie/Max just loves,
And when she pets him, he smiles too. She uses her “kid” gloves!!

She’s teaching him to shake his hand, he shows her how to drool,
He will be disappointed when Marissa goes to school.
They’re just like brother and sister, and play together well,
And every adventure that they share, Just Amy will have to tell.

— NicknamedBob, July 6, 2004 © 2004

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[JustAmy]

Great to see you, Billie.
Starting to feel much better. Thank you.

I found the thread for the Sick Chicken.

It was used April 25, 2006 on the Laughter at The Finest thread.

I spent some time looking for that thread. : )

[JustAmy]

Good afternoon, Darks.

It is so good to see you again. Between the two of us, we have been missing for a long time.

I’m looking forward to you finding some inspiration to share with us.

Have a Wonderful Week.

[JustAmy]

Ahhhh ...... it has been ages since either of them were that small.

Marissa is now eight and Max will soon be four.

Thanks for reposting the picture and NnB’s poem.

[Darksheare]

Only had tagline ideas as of late.
The usual random strange stuff that pops out of my head.

[JustAmy]

LOL

Some of that strange stuff might start a creative surge.

[Darksheare]

Did write some short stories.
But no poetry.

[JustAmy]

In addition to Abe's Birthday, today is also Chocolate Day, so .....



No-Bake Chocolate Drops

Ingredients

2 cups granulated sugar
1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1/2 cup plus 3 tablespoons whole milk
1/2 cup butter
1/2 cup peanut butter
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2-1/2 cups quick oats
2 teaspoons dried egg whites (such as Just Whites)
.... or 4 teaspoons meringue powder
1/2 teaspoon cream of tartar
2-1/2 cups confectioners' sugar
36 chocolate kisses

Step 1:

In a saucepan, bring sugar, cocoa powder, 1/2 cup of the milk, and butter to a boil, stirring. Cook 1 minute, then remove from heat. Set aside. Add peanut butter and 1/2 teaspoon vanilla and mix well. Place oats in a large bowl, and pour in peanut-butter mixture. Mix, and drop dough by large teaspoonfuls onto a cookie sheet lined with waxed paper. Refrigerate at least 30 minutes, or until ready to frost.

Step 2:

To make frosting, in a large bowl, combine dried egg whites, the remaining 3 tablespoons milk, the remaining 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract, and cream of tartar. Add sugar and beat with a mixer at medium speed until stiff. Spoon into a pastry bag fitted with a medium plain tip or a plastic bag with one corner snipped to make a small hole. Frost each drop, then top with a chocolate kiss. Cover and chill until ready to serve.

[JustAmy]

Wellll ..... This thread is about poetry and potpourri.

: ^ )

[Darksheare]

LOL.

Why we make snowmen:

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And I lay in my bed
Visions of evil danced through my head
Snowmen with teeth filled me with dread
Flying snowmotrike to cart me off -dead.

Enough of the rhymes, I’ll tell it all straight, of the nightmare that night, and my visitor late.

I shivered in bed, with the most singularly disturbing dreams in which a snake charmer voiced Kringle clone visited me with most unpleasant servants in tow.
I shivered, I shrugged, I sighed, I rolled, and couldn’t get the vision to do as it was told.
From outside there was a peculiar sound, a blatting snowmotrike, and horrible gutteral noise.
I clutched my covers, wished it was a dream, then sat bolt upright when my neighbor did scream.
My door it did quiver, then opened with a bash, I fled to the window and wrapped in the sash.

In walked a strange looking creature, scraggly beard, and twirling the collar of a preacher!
(May my neighbor rest in peace..)
He went through my drawers, went through my wardrobe, went through my wallet, and came to the window...
His servants were terrible, they growled and moaned, their teeth clinked and tinkled, and shivered my bones.
I opened my eyes, and saw his smug face, and at me he pointed and pronounced there my fate.
“Eat him, my mionions.”
Onward they came, slavering and growling, his voice had paralyzed me, to my family I could give no warning!
I struggled and shook, I let out a squeek, then the first snowman claw brushed against my cheek.
Their teeth were icicles, their eyes black as coal,and with them they stared at my soul.
As my vision filled with this image of dread, I blurted out for my life, and I plead:
“Wait! Spare my life, and I shall tell, of your wonderous flight and your creatures as well. I will spread the word to my neighbors and country, and we shall erect images of your creatures, as token of our previous folly.”

He grinned at me, knowing it to be a plea out of fear, but he considered it and said, “See you.. next year!”

Out my window he somersaulted and landed on his snowmotrike, which instantly blarted, the snowmen disassembled and leaped outside too, but as I sighed, one thing I noted.

For in the morning, as I convinced myself it was a dream, my neighbors house was empty it seemed.
And on my lawn was a singular sight, a snowman holding the preacher’s collar tight...

[Darksheare]

Wrote the above twisted tale for Christmas.
(Had an accompanying sketch. But I couldn’t scan it.)

[NicknamedBob]

Man, you are one deird wude.

[Darksheare]

Yeah, I know.
The snowman was kinda odd.
Heading to bed to nap before work.

[NicknamedBob]

Well, I did write about a house with icicle teeth.

Enjoy your nap. Drive carefully.

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Not both at the same time, by the way.

[JustAmy]

* shiver *
Now that is a story.

Thank you for sharing it, Darks.

I should have had it in October to use on a Spooky Thread at the Finest. :)

[JustAmy]

LOL

Hi NnB.

Darks didn’t changed much during the time Amy’s was closed, did he?

Great to see you both.

[NicknamedBob]

Darks will still be dancing to the Twilight Zone music when he changes his name to Graysheare.