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

2-1-2008 | JustAmy and MamaBear

[JustAmy]

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[NicknamedBob]

Crimson Kiss

Ah, the maiden pure in the spring of year,
With her pale creamy blushing smile,
Serves to hide the strength that will come in time,
And the growth that will take a short while.

For it seems but only a moment,
From the blush to the swelling growth,
As the ardent lover wings away,
But results are the action of both.

The purity of her clothing,
Will be shed when necessity reigns,
And the sweet, sharp kiss of crimson,
Is the gift of the lovers’ pains.

NicknamedBob . . . . . February 25, 2008

[Kitty Mittens]

I can't Wait until More Flowers begin to Bloom where I Live; so Far, the Flowering Quince Bush is Beautiful, and One Paperwhite is Blooming Early.

God Bless All FRiends, and Grant us a Peaceful and Restful Night.

~Goodnight to Amy's Place~

[JustAmy]

Thank you, NnB.

Another winner.

[MEG33]

I love the poetry,pretty graphics, revisit to WashingtonDC
and the cuddles

Dust of Snow by Robert Frost (1923)

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
*****

[OESY]

Nice pic and poem.

[OESY]

Beyond the windows
patterned by the configurations
of small leaf shapes of ice,
only the very tops of fences
have not been rubbed out
by your sudden, silent fall.

Covering my garden
in sheets of white,
you now become my jailer.
My early morning lights
flicker as I search for candles.

You will not feel
the bottoms of my shoes.
For today is a day for warm slippers,
log fires, extra clothes,
hot chocolate, cuddles,
deserted roads,
and phone calls
to disappointed bosses.

-- ograd77

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[OESY]

Whoops. Credit for the poem belongs to Ian Bowen.

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[MEG33]

Delightful poem.

[OESY]

I also forgot its name: "Hot Chocolate and Warm Cuddles." Whoa is me, or should be.

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[JustAmy]

February 26, 2008

Graphic by MamaBear

Clouds

Soundless giants of the air,
Drifting slowly everywhere,
Softly flowing, gentle flight,
Unseen shadows in the night.

Summer skies of azure blue,
Often hold a cloud or two.
Snowbank castles looking down,
At the lowlifes on the ground.

In Winter skies they do convene,
To cover up our muddy scene.
Some ugliness just has to go,
So then they cover it with snow.

Grazing sheep of soundless tread,
Passing slowly overhead,
Our miasmas upward creep,
To make these gentle creatures weep.

NicknamedBob . . . . December 29, 2004

[Mama_Bear]

That's one of my favorite Robert Frost poems.

Thanks for that and the ccccold winter scene. The morning has dawned bright and sunshiny here. A welcome change after all the rain and clouds we've had. Looks like it may turn out to be a nice pre-spring day. I have some ground roses to tend to, this just might be a good day for it.

Happy Tuesday to you, MEG.

[The Mayor]

February 26, 2008

Making Restitution

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READ: Luke 19:1-9

He shall make restitution for his trespass in full. —Numbers 5:7

During the compilation of the Oxford English Dictionary, managing editor James Murray received thousands of definitions from Dr. William Chester Minor. They were always sent in by mail and never brought in personally. Murray was curious about this brilliant man, so he went to visit him. He was shocked to find that Minor was incarcerated in an asylum for the criminally insane.

Years earlier, while in a delusional state, Minor had shot an innocent man whom he thought had been tormenting him. Later he was filled with remorse and began sending money to support the widow and her family.  Minor was imprisoned for the rest of his life but he found practical ways of easing the pain of his victims and contributing to society through his work on the dictionary.

When the dishonest tax collector Zacchaeus heard Jesus’ message of grace, he chose to return more than what he had extorted from others. “Look, Lord, . . . if I have taken anything from anyone by false accusation, I restore fourfold” (Luke 19:8). The gospel of grace stirred Zacchaeus to help those he had harmed.

Have you wronged someone? What steps will you take to help make things right? 

Forgive me, Lord, for all my sins,
The many wrongs that I have done;
And show me how to make things right
Before the setting of the sun.  —Bosch

Making restitution reveals genuine repentance.

Bible in One Year: Numbers 1–3; Proverbs 20:11-20

[ex-snook]

Recess Remembered
J.G. McGill's Amish Art

I like this look back. Thanks to all for all.

[MEG33]

;o)
Glad I found the poem.
Yesterday it was in the mid 80s here..and tonight we will have a freeze..It’s sunny here,too but very, very windy..My chicadees and titmice are having a time with my swaying birdfeeder!
Enjoy your gardening!

[Mama_Bear]

Good morning, Amy and FRiends.

Looks like we might be having a spring-like day in store for us. The trees are blooming their heads off here, although my flowering pear always lags behind and blooms much later. My lilac should be blooming in a week or so. I will take pictures of it for Amy's Place. Who doesn't like lilacs? :-)

It's a pretty time of year in our valley and at Amy's Place.

[JustAmy]

Nothing

Apropos of nothing, I have nothing to say,
Nothing comes to mind about this word today.
“What are you thinking?” He was asked, “Nothing.” He replied.
And thus invented zero. Nothing new for numbers is implied.

I’ve been collecting lots of it. It isn’t hard to find,
And if you take a portion no one ever seems to mind.
Somewhere inside in my pocket there is a good supply.
And sometimes when I shed a tear there’s nothing in my eye.

In my refridgerator, there’s even more to see,
Of dietary nothingness, in great variety.
I have low-calory, and zero carbohydrate,
And even empty bottles in a partly filled milk-crate.

The emptiness is rampant in the furnishings in here,
This small apartment seems so drab that nothing gives it cheer.
Nothing should convince you that I always wear a frown,
I wouldn’t want to let you think that nothing gets me down.

Nothing like a friendship to disrupt your daily thought,
And nothing of emotion comes to make you more distraught.
Nothing for companionship to while away the hours,
And nothing in the vase that I have set aside for flowers.

Nothing on the telly, and nothing here to read,
Nothing can distract me, so imagination’s freed.
Relaxing here this evening, and trying to unwind,
Just sitting here so quietly with nothing on my mind.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . August 27, 2004

[JustAmy]

According to my sources, we have nothing to celebrate today, so ..........

Happy Nothing Day!!

[jaycee]

HI AMY AND FRIENDS!

[Mama_Bear]

Yesterday it was in the mid 80s here..and tonight we will have a freeze..

Wow, now that's a temperature swing. LOL

I long for a day in the mid 80s, but I will be thankful for low 70s. :-)