Amy's Place ... Poetry and Potpourri ... June, 2010

June 1, 2010 | JustAmy; St.Louie1; MamaBear; Billie

[JustAmy]

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[The Mayor]

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Guilty Of Plenty

June 26, 2010

A man was filling out a job application when he came to the question “Have you ever been arrested?” He wrote, “No.” The next question, intended for people who had answered “Yes” to the previous question, was “Why?” The applicant answered it anyway: “I never got caught.” He evidently knew he was guilty of plenty!

So was the apostle Paul. He knew he had personally done wrong and sinned against God. He wrote, “I was formerly a blasphemer, a persecutor, and an insolent man” (1 Tim. 1:13). He even called himself the “chief ” of sinners (v.15).

We too were once separated from the Lord because of our sin and were considered His enemies (Rom. 5:10; Col. 1:21). But when we confessed our sin and acknowledged our need for His forgiveness, He cleansed us and made us new.

Those of us who have known the Lord for many years may have the tendency to forget what we’ve been rescued from and forgiven of. Sharing about our past and current failures and giving praise to God for forgiveness will help us not to come across as “holier-than-thou” to people who don’t yet know the Lord.

The truth is we’ve all been guilty of plenty, and God deserves the glory for His mercy toward us.

All that we were—our sins, our guilt,
Our death—was all our own;
All that we are we owe to Thee,
Thou God of grace, alone. —Bonar

Grace is everything for those who deserve nothing.

Read: 1 Timothy 1:12-17

The grace of our Lord was exceedingly abundant. —1 Timothy 1:14

Bible in a year:
Job 5-7; Acts 8:1-25

[JustAmy]

June 26, 2010



Wishing everyone a Happy Happy Caturday.

[geologist]

James 4:8 (New King James Version)
“8. Draw near to God and He will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners; and purify your hearts, you double-minded.”

“For by grace we are saved through faith and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God.”
Ephesians 2:8

Rejoice! Hallelujah!! Praise the LORD!!

[geologist]

Kittens are adorable. I have rescued four cats from the street. One I was intending to keep out of doors. He would leave for awhile daily and return all cut up from fighting. Serious bites. Now he is in an outdoor enclosure made for cats about 5-8 feet. Not ideal. covered in lattice and wire, has some greenery, He is sweet but wary of being picked up. He jumps on my lap and loves it, but no holding on to him.

No more. Have all I can say grace over.

[JustAmy]

Happy Caturday, Geologist.
Kittens are irresistible.
I'm happy for you and your new kitten. LOL
I know he has found a good home.
We have two cats .... Mr Mittens and Licorice.
Marissa loves cats!
Guess what! A short time ago, a white kitten showed up in our driveway.

Man, we don't need more cats. :^)

If Marissa can tame, the white kitten, I will take it to the vet for shots and to get it neutered.

Wishing you a wonderful Weekend.

[JustAmy]

Is it really Caturday already?

Sorry that I went missing yesterday (today will be another AWOL day).
I needed to recover from the Friday Night party yesterday. :)

Yorkie, thank you for the fun dinner party.

Conor, I feel awful for not remembering those heroes individually.
I'm praying for their families. It was such a sad day ... seeing all of those young men.
They will not be forgotten.
Thank you for reminding us of the price paid for our Freedom.

Rus .. thank you for always being here with ODB.

StarfireIV ... thank you for sharing your wonderful poetry.
It is always a please to read your poems.

Meg33, Jaycee, Tiapam, Cardhu,lefthatothersite and GailA Thank your for making Friday night special.

All, Today is another busy day. Hope to get back tonight.

[ConorMacNessa]

HAPPY CATURDAY TO AMY’S PLACE!

Old Deuteronomy

OLD DEUTERONOMY'S lived a long time;
He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession.
He was famous in proverb and famous in rhyme
A long while before Queen Victoria's accession.
Old Deuteronomy's buried nine wives
And more--I am tempted to say, ninety-nine;
And his numerous progeny prospers and thrives
And the village is proud of him in his decline.
At the sight of that placid and bland physiognomy,
When he sits in the sun on the vicarage wall,
The Oldest Inhabitant croaks: "Well, of all . . .
Things. . . Can it be . . . really! . . . No!. . . Yes!. . .
Ho! hi!
Oh, my eye!
My mind may be wandering, but I confess
I believe it is Old Deuteronomy!"

Old Deuteronomy sits in the street,
He sits in the High Street on market day;
The bullocks may bellow, the sheep they may bleat,
But the dogs and the herdsmen will turn them away.
The cars and the lorries run over the kerb,
And the villagers put up a notice: ROAD CLOSED--
So that nothing untoward may chance to disturb
Deuteronomy's rest when he feels so disposed
Or when he's engaged in domestic economy:
And the Oldest Inhabitant croaks: "Well, of all . . .
Things. . . Can it be . . . really! . . . No!. . . Yes!. . .
Ho! hi!
Oh, my eye!
My sight's unreliable, but I can guess
That the cause of the trouble is Old Deuteronomy!"

Old Deuteronomy lies on the floor
Of the Fox and French Horn for his afternoon sleep;
And when the men say: "There's just time for one more,"
Then the landlady from her back parlour will peep
And say: "New then, out you go, by the back door,
For Old Deuteronomy mustn't be woken--

I'll have the police if there's any uproar"--
And out they all shuffle, without a word spoken.
The digestive repose of that feline's gastronomy
Must never be broken, whatever befall:
And the Oldest Inhabitant croaks: "Well, of all . . .
Things. . . Can it be . . . really! . . . No!. . . Yes!. . .
Ho! hi!
Oh, my eye!
My legs may be tottery, I must go slow
And be careful of Old Deuteronomy!"

Of the awefull battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles:
together with some account of the participation of the
Pugs and the Poms, and the intervention of the Great
Rumpuscat
The Pekes and the Pollicles, everyone knows,
Are proud and implacable passionate foes;
It is always the same, wherever one goes.
And the Pugs and the Poms, although most people say
That they do not like fighting, yet once in a way,
They will now and again join in to the fray
And they
Bark bark bark bark
Bark bark BARK BARK
Until you can hear them all over the Park.

Now on the occasion of which I shall speak
Almost nothing had happened for nearly a week
(And that's a long time for a Pol or a Peke).
The big Police Dog was away from his beat--
I don't know the reason, but most people think
He'd slipped into the Wellington Arms for a drink--
And no one at all was about on the street
When a Peke and a Pollicle happened to meet.
They did not advance, or exactly retreat,
But they glared at each other, and scraped their hind
feet,
And they started to
Bark bark bark bark
Bark bark BARK BARK
Until you can hear them all over the Park.

Now the Peke, although people may say what they please,
Is no British Dog, but a Heathen Chinese.
And so all the Pekes, when they heard the uproar,
Some came to the window, some came to the door;
There were surely a dozen, more likely a score.
And together they started to grumble and wheeze
In their huffery-snuffery Heathen Chinese.
But a terrible din is what Pollicles like,
For your Pollicle Dog is a dour Yorkshire tyke,
And his braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters,
And every dog-jack of them notable fighters;
And so they stepped out, with their pipers in order,
Playing When the Blue Bonnets Came Over the Border.
Then the Pugs and the Poms held no longer aloof,
But some from the balcony, some from the roof,
Joined in
To the din
With a
Bark bark bark bark
Bark bark BARK BARK
Until you can hear them all over the Park.

Now when these bold heroes together assembled,
That traffic all stopped, and the Underground trembled,
And some of the neighbours were so much afraid
That they started to ring up the Fire Brigade.
When suddenly, up from a small basement flat,
Why who should stalk out but the GREAT RUMPUSCAT.
His eyes were like fireballs fearfully blazing,
He gave a great yawn, and his jaws were amazing;
And when he looked out through the bars of the area,
You never saw anything fiercer or hairier.
And what with the glare of his eyes and his yawning,
The Pekes and the Pollicles quickly took warning.
He looked at the sky and he gave a great leap--
And they every last one of them scattered like sheep.

And when the Police Dog returned to his beat,
There wasn't a single one left in the street.



a poem by T S Eliot

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[left that other site]

Happy Caturday

I am so tired from last Night's Party!
Can I just relax today?

Afternoon, fellow FReepy Kitties!
Love,
ML/LTOS

[left that other site]

Happy Caturday

I am so tired from last Night's Party!
Can I just relax today?

Afternoon, fellow FReepy Kitties!
Snooze Time!
Love,
ML/LTOS

[left that other site]

Happy Caturday

I am so tired from last Night's Party!
Can I just relax today?

Gotta Catch My Cat Nap!
One of my Former Students has a Gig tonight, and I want to GO!
Love,
ML/LTOS

[ConorMacNessa]

REST IN PEACE, FALLEN BROTHER!



Pvt. Alex Isaac, 1st Battalion The Mercian Regiment, Died Afghanistan 23JUN2010



I have fought a good fight,
I have finished my course,
I have kept the faith.
2 Timothy 4:7 (KJV)

Flowers of the Forest



Black Watch Piper

The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Rupert Brooke



Last Post

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[ConorMacNessa]

REST IN PEACE, FALLEN BROTHER!



LCpl. David Ramsden, 1st Battalion The Yorkshire Regiment, Died Afghanistan 23JUN2010



I have fought a good fight,
I have finished my course,
I have kept the faith.
2 Timothy 4:7 (KJV)

Flowers of the Forest



Black Watch Piper

The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Rupert Brooke



Last Post

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[ConorMacNessa]

REST IN PEACE, FALLEN BROTHER!



Private Douglas Halliday, 1st Battalion, The Mercian Regiment, Died Afghanistan 23JUN2010



I have fought a good fight,
I have finished my course,
I have kept the faith.
2 Timothy 4:7 (KJV)

Flowers of the Forest



Black Watch Piper

The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Rupert Brooke



Last Post

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[ConorMacNessa]

REST IN PEACE, FALLEN BROTHER!



Colour Sergeant Martyn Simon Horton, 1st Battalion The Mercian Regiment, Died Afghanistan 23JUN2010



I have fought a good fight,
I have finished my course,
I have kept the faith.
2 Timothy 4:7 (KJV)

Flowers of the Forest



Black Watch Piper

The Soldier

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam;
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Rupert Brooke



Last Post

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[MEG33]

Good Afternoon To Amy's Place

Relax.... It's Caturday!
Hope yours is beautiful.

[ConorMacNessa]

Good afternoon, Meg! Happy Caturday to you!

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[left that other site]

Happy Caturday

I am so tired from last Night's Party!
Can I just relax today?

Gotta Catch My Cat Nap!
You can Paint The Porch TOMORROW!
Love,
ML/LTOS

[MEG33]

LOL!

[MEG33]

(((HUGS)))

[MEG33]

Precious kitten! Thank you, Amy.