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Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... June, 2008
June 1, 2008
| JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie
Posted on 05/31/2008 11:14:27 PM PDT by JustAmy
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'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*.
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TOPICS: Humor; Miscellaneous; Poetry; The Poetry Branch
KEYWORDS: amysplace; friends; friendship; june
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To: jaycee
Have funzies with your runzies!
2,721
posted on
06/28/2008 10:59:25 AM PDT
by
Lady Jag
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To: JustAmy; FRiends; All
2,722
posted on
06/28/2008 11:02:17 AM PDT
by
yorkie
( Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass....It's about learning to dance in the rain.)
To: Billie; JustAmy; MEG33; yorkie; La Enchiladita; GodBlessUSA; Mrs.Nooseman; The Mayor; jaycee; ...
2,723
posted on
06/28/2008 11:08:07 AM PDT
by
luvie
(Fact: Oil prices have skyrocketed up over 70% since the DIMs took over Congress in 2006!)
To: Billie
Food Network and E News channel also, am on the computer the rest of the time.
To: Mama_Bear; MEG33; La Enchiladita; jaycee; gardengirl; yorkie; OESY; Kitty Mittens; The Mayor; ...
An excerpt from Alfred Edward Housman (1859 1936)s great work
A Shropshire Lad, published in 1896:
I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack,
Just a little shanty by the railroad track.
The humming of the drivers was my lullaby
And a freight train whistle taught me how to cry.
I got the freight train blues,
Lawdy, Lawdy, Lawdy,
Got them in the bottom of my ramblin' shoes,
And when the whistle blows, I gotta go.
Oh! Lawdy! Guess I'm never gonna lose
The freight train blues.
My daddy was a fireman and my mammy dear
Was the only daughter of an engineer.
My sweetie is a brakeman, and it ain't no joke,
It's a shame the way she keeps a good man broke.
2,725
posted on
06/28/2008 11:55:54 AM PDT
by
JustAmy
(I wear red every Friday, but I support our Military everyday!!)
To: OESY
A time freight rear-ended a local peddler freight one night, and the ensuing investigation centered on whether or not the crew of the first train had flagged the second train sufficiently.
"Now, then," said the superintendent to the peddler's rear brakeman, "were you flagging your train that night?"
"Yes, sir," he said.
"And were you at least a half-mile from your train?" asked the super.
"Yes, sir," said the brakie.
"And did you attempt to flag the express down?" asked the super.
"Yes, sir, and they went right on past me," the brakie said.
"And did you use a red lantern?" the super asked.
"Yes, sir," the man said. "Of course."
Well, the railroad couldn't decide who was at fault, so the investigation was closed.
"You did just what I asked you to," said the conductor of the local freight to the rear brakeman after the hearing. "You told the truth. But were you nervous at all?"
"You bet!" replied the brakeman. "I was hopin' that guy wouldn't ask me if the lantern was lit!"
2,726
posted on
06/28/2008 12:13:25 PM PDT
by
Lady Jag
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To: yorkie
Even his blue ox would turn red trying to keep up with Paul.
2,727
posted on
06/28/2008 12:32:48 PM PDT
by
Lady Jag
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Your trail runs to the westward, And mine to my own place; There is water between our lodges, And I have not seen your face.
But since I have read your verses 'Tis easy to guess the rest,-- Because in the hearts of the children There is neither East nor West.
Born to a thousand fortunes Of good or evil hap, Once they were kings together, Throned in a mother's lap.
Surely they know that secret-- Yellow and black and white-- When they meet as kings together In innocent dreams at night.
By a moon they all can play with-- Grubby and grimed and unshod, Very happy together, And very near to God.
Your trail runs to the westward, And mine to my own place: There is water between our lodges, And you cannot see my face.--
And that is well--for crying Should neither be written nor seen, But if I call you Smoke-in-the-Eyes, I know you will know what I mean.
Rudyard Kipling
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2,728
posted on
06/28/2008 12:52:54 PM PDT
by
Lady Jag
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To: jaycee
To: Billie
I put another song in that link, not Johnny Cash...heehee.
To: Lady Jag
Beautiful poem and lovely graphic, Lady J.
Thank you for all of your funny, cute beautiful contributions.
2,731
posted on
06/28/2008 1:02:46 PM PDT
by
JustAmy
(I wear red every Friday, but I support our Military everyday!!)
To: jaycee
This is something, Jaycee. I am now reading your post to Billie about how your husband played harmonica and how some can make the harmonica sound like a train. Guess what the Johnny Cash tune is played on? Uh-huh, yep.
To: OESY
Gorgeous train!!!
What’s that you say?
3500?
:-)
To: Lady Jag
Here is Riley's reply to Kipling.
TO RUDYARD KIPLING
To do some worthy deed of charity
In secret and then have it found out by
Sheer accident, held gentle Elia -
That - that was the best thing beneath the sky!
Confirmed in part, yet somewhat differing
(Grant that his gracious wraith will pardon me
If impious!) - I think a better thing
Is: being found out when one strives to be,
So, Poet and Romancer - old as young
And wise as artless -masterful as mild -
If there be sweet in any song I've sung,
‘Twas savored for the palate, O my child!
For thee, the lisping of the children all -
For thee the youthful voices of old years -
For thee all chords untamed or musical -
For thee the laughter, and for thee the tears.
“And thus, borne to me o'er the seas between
Thy land and mine, thy song of certain wing
Circles above me in the ‘’pure serene”
Of our high heaven's vast o'er-welcoming:
While, pocketed with joy and thankfulness,
‘And fair hopes many as the stars that shine,
And bearing off love's loyal messages,
Mine own goes homing back to thee and thine.”
2,734
posted on
06/28/2008 1:20:16 PM PDT
by
yorkie
( Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass....It's about learning to dance in the rain.)
To: yorkie; JustAmy; Billie; OESY; All; FRiends
Nice picture, Yorkie. Enjoyed this Rod Stewart version. However... my all time favorite is by...
The Chambers Brothers~~People Get Ready
Four brothers from deep in Mississippi, sangin' it:-), with Lester Chambers on solo.
To: Billie
I like Gladys Knight “Midnight Train to Georgia” too, enjoying now.
To: JustAmy
Looove that picture, I must keep it:-)!!
To: La Enchiladita
This one looks more like the Johnny Cash that I remember. LOL
Thanks for all the great YouTube music links, Dita. I love them.
2,738
posted on
06/28/2008 1:28:06 PM PDT
by
JustAmy
(I wear red every Friday, but I support our Military everyday!!)
To: yorkie
This is great, Yorkie... loved the Righteous Brothers’ “blue-eyed soul”...:)
To: JustAmy
‘Welcome, Amy.
Hope you are having an enjoyable weekend.
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