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

March 1, 2008 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear, Billie

[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! :)











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Many thanks for stopping by. : )

[yorkie]

Tom Wait - You Can Never Hold Back Spring (You Tube)

[Mama_Bear]

Some words just keep rolling around in your head like a loose marble in the back of a moving station wagon. Lagniappe is one of my faves.

That's a great description......sort of like that never-ending "It's a Small World" tune. LOL.

Looks like FR is fixed, for now. I haven't gotten the dreaded "proxy error" message for awhile. :-)

Have a good day, gardengirl.......oh, and welcome to Amy's Place! I hope you will stop in often.

[Mama_Bear]

That was beautiful, yorkie. Thanks for the ping. :-)

[Mama_Bear]

And a blessed Sunday to you, jaycee. Hope your back is all rested up. :-)

[OESY]

In observance of Give Up Easily Day:




IF ... (one of Don Rumsfeld's favorite poems)

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master,
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

— Rudyard Kipling (1885-1936)

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[Mama_Bear]

Wow. That is a great poem! And the photo is a perfect fit. I admit, I am not very well-read when it comes to poetry. That is one of the Kipling poems that I had not read before. Amy's Place encourages me to explore poetry.

I enjoy the simplicity of haikus too and have spent a good part of the morning on haiku websites.

Now, it's time to go and get something accomplished today. Later, friends.

[NicknamedBob]

Haikus? I hate 'em.
Forever starting a thought,
But then they just stop.

[yorkie]

I hope this letter inspires you all:

Erma Bombeck - If I Had My Life To Live Over Again

[Mama_Bear]

Well, that’s why there is
vanilla and chocolate
something for us both.

;-)

[Mama_Bear]

Erma Bombeck had such a gift for humor and for writing. She could certainly put things in perspective. I wish she had not been called Home so soon.

Thanks for that link and the reminder of what is truly important.

[yorkie]

It is my understanding that she wrote that ‘letter’ after she knew her “Room” was ready. I loved her wonderful sense of humor and her down to earth grasp of Goodness.

[Mama_Bear]

I love this one most of all......."Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle."

Thanks again, yorkie. :-)

[GodBlessUSA]

Hi Amy
How frustrating! It is a bummer having computer troubles. I hope they can fix it with you without you loosing all your saved items.

[gardengirl]

Thanks for the welcome!

Not getting the proxy error any more either. :)

I’ve got a better song—use it to drive my kids crazy, but ir works great for a lullaby when you’re too tired to think of the words to songs anymore— “This is the song that never ends” !!! LOL

[NicknamedBob]

"Well, that’s why there is
vanilla and chocolate
something for us both."

Ah! "Duplex" cookies,
They are just the only vice,
That I'll 'fess up to.

[Mama_Bear]

NnB = Haikus? I hate 'em.
Forever starting a thought,
But then they just stop.

MB = "Well, that’s why there is
vanilla and chocolate
something for us both."

NnB = Ah! "Duplex" cookies,
They are just the only vice,
That I'll 'fess up to.

Okay, friends, I need some help here. I am not about to take on Amy's very own master phrase-turner and poetry-maker all by myself.

MB = The haiku ball has
been tossed in our direction,
shall we toss it back?

[NicknamedBob]

If I wanted to write haikus,
I would train myself to think,
In very tight compartments,
Which held no kitchen sink.

With little room to turn around,
I'd hope you'd know what I mean,
In phrases of three tiny lines,
And syllables of seventeen.

[jaycee]

Haikus....went to a few sites.....would drive me crazy. Me thinks my brain is tired, therefore, I cannot gain knowledge this evening....maybe not tomorrow when it comes to haikus...WOW!

[NicknamedBob]

Butterfly pushups --
His insect calisthenics
Let him see the world.

[Mama_Bear]

Beautiful butterfly haiku! It is worthy of a graphic. I am going to save it and come up with a graphic to go with it. Too bad you don't like haiku, NnB, you write them well. :-)

Actually, they are not difficult, jaycee. That's why I like them. It's the only type of poetry I can write, even though my haiku does not compare to NnB's. Just come up with a phrase that is one line of five syllables, one line of seven syllables, and then the last line of five syllables. If I can do it, anyone can. ;-)