Poetry and Potpourri ....... September 24, 2003

9-24-2003 | JustAmy, Mama_Bear, St.Louie1

[JustAmy]

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The Poetry Branch has been in limbo since the prior hostess left FreeRepublic April 15th 2003. We've since learned that said hostess has lost her posting privilege. That being the case, and Jim Robinson having given his ok, I wanted to renew the thread.

FreeRepublic is blessed with many fine poets, and we look forward to seeing their poems posted on FR once again. There were many non-poet FReepers who visited the Poetry Branch for the camaraderie; we hope they will return.

I would like to invite everyone to visit and relax at Poetry and Potpourri. Hopefully you will renew old acquaintances for chatting, sharing jokes, telling stories, posting cartoons, etc. Everyone needs a place to escape from the everyday news, make Poetry and Potpourri that place.

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The Belvedere's Guardian Wolf ~
the always charming, lovable, huggable,
LouieWolf.

[Darksheare]

I've seen too many discarded heirlooms mouldering in old bookstores.
Along with old photos of people that no-one remembers the names of.
'Anonymous' doesn't begin to describe them, the nameless legions of faces staring out from old sepia prints.
I'm one of those annoying people who needs to place information with a thing, what it is and why it is.
Thankfully, it doesn't come through in my writing.

[Darksheare]

I have become drek
slayer of threads
despoiler of news
ruiner of rhymes
shadowed I am
crowned in drivel
arrayed in nonsense
I am the King of Drek!

The thread is dead! Vive le thread!

[JustAmy]

"The thread is dead! Vive le thread! "

No, No, this thread is not dead!! LOL

[Darksheare]

When the thread is empty, and thus not moving, I put silly stuff like "Le thread es morte, vive le thread!" and such.
On my 'home thread' I put: 'When the thread is dead, the furniture comes to LIFE!'
And then odd short stories pop into existence...

[JustAmy]

Don't Let go

I'm doing better than I was
You've made all the difference
By not letting go of my trembling hand
No matter the circumstance

I wish the world were kinder
To souls who've lost their way
And give us all a second chance
As we seek a brighter day

I'm struggling to get up now
After falling down so hard
I see you with that helping hand
And it's like reaching for a star

Believe in me when I forget
All the reasons I persist
I'm getting back the strength I lost
And I'd love a hug and kiss

In the quiet of the midnight
It really helps to know
A love reaching through time and space
Will hold me fast and not let go

~~~~ Karen Shaw Matteson ~~~~
©2002

[Jen]

This tagline exploits third world lint cartels and two hamsters in an exercise wheel.

Oh my sides! HAHAHAHAHA

[JustAmy]

I guess it's time for me to find a joke.

I drove everyone away with the recipes!

[Darksheare]

Could be worse.
It could be my fake ad for a fake radio station.
*chuckle*

[Darksheare]

As always.
*takes a bow*

Then I have to do something weird to bring it back to life ala the "Reanimator"!

[Darksheare]

Not really a poem, but something odd to toss in..

The sky was a burning red, almost arterial red.
I quickened my pace, as soon it would be dawn and I had to get back to my lair- and sleep.
The cursed sleep of the damned that all of my kind were cursed with.
How many centuries had it been now?
30?
I shook my head in grim thought.
All those years, all those sunrises that I could never see.
Ever.

I passed by some flowers and was tempted to pick one.
A silly thought, what do the undead need with flowers?
My kind would think me mad, stopping to pick a flower as if I were courting a maiden!
Maidens...
Again, I shook my head, partly to get rid of some horrible images and slow my quickening and growing hunger.
And to stave off the salivation that would come from following that line of thought.
Somewhere a dog barked.

Sticking my hands in my pockets, I traveled onward towards my eventual seclusion from the light.
A woman exited a door to my left, and the pock pock sound of her high heels told me she felt secure.
She was heading home late from work, and felt secure that the alley was deserted.
I knew better.
I could sense him before I even saw him.
He waited in the shadows, like a thief, like a predator, like a vampire, like me.
I sensed him tense for the spring.

He jumped upward, grabbed the woman roughly and proceeded to try and drag her further into the shadows where his intentions were quite clear.
He stank of fear and predatory energy.
Soon he stank of his own urine and terror.
He was pinned to the wall by my immobile stone cold grip.
The woman looked at me oddly as I told her to leave.
She hesitated.
I could hear her heartbeat where she stood, smell her skin and her perfume.
Almost taste the life in her veins..
My outraged bellow sent her running to her vehicle, the pock pock of her high heels coming more as a stacatto series of machine gun like clacks.
And then I vented my fury on her attacker.

His eyes had bulged at the sight of my fangs, and I shuddered as I drank his life.
I detested what I was, what I am.
What I will always be.
I turned back around the alleyway, leaving the body of the rapist to moulder in the boxes like trash, and picked a single flower from the cluster I had seen before.

And then I went home.
Maybe someday I will be granted my freedom from what I am, maybe someday I will get absolution..
*/ end story*

[JustAmy]

A circus owner walked into a bar to see everyone crowded around a table watching a little show. On the table was an upside down pot and a duck tap dancing on it. The circus owner was so impressed that he offered to buy the duck from its owner. After some wheeling and dealing they settled for $10,000 for the duck and the pot.

Three days later the circus owner runs back to the bar in anger, "Your duck is a rip-off! I put him on the pot before a whole audience and he didn't dance a single step!"

"So?" asked the ducks' former owner, "did you remember to light the candle under the pot?"

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Sorry that's the best I could do for now.

[Jen]

Guess I have to haul out the heavy artillery to blast you over to the new thread, eh?

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Senior Airman KaetheJo Binder, with the 506th Expeditionary Operations Support Squadron, gathers weather information to brief inbound and outbound aircrews at Kirkuk Air Base, Iraq, Aug. 5, 2003. The Air Traffic Control team at Kirkuk is responsible for guiding all air traffic in the northern third of Iraq. (DoD photo by Staff Sgt. James A. Williams, U.S. Air Force)

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A woman in uniform AND a weather gal. How about that for a daily double??? ;-)

[JustAmy]

Nice to see you again, Sam.

Hope you find some laughs or some poems that you enjoy.

Thanks for coming by.

[Jen]

You're so funny.

[Jen]

Beautiful Pip. It's clear that you love God and country.

[Darksheare]

Not always funny.
I do write some massively odd stuff that may demand heavy doses of Paxil or worse.

[Jen]

Yes! Come on by, Larry!

Misty, is your yellow dress clean? You may need to put it on to entice LJ to drop in today.

[Darksheare]

I'll go into stealth mode so as not to scare him off...

[JustAmy]

LOL