Poetry and Potpourri .... October 6-7, 2003

October 6, 2003 | JustAmy, St.Louie1 and Mama_Bear

[JustAmy]

A man walking along the beach one day finds a bottle. He rubs it and, sure enough, out popped a genie.

"I will grant you three wishes," said the genie. "But there is a catch."

"What catch?" the man asked.

The genie replied, "Every time you make a wish, every lawyer in the world will receive double the wish you were granted."

"Well, I can live with that! No problem!" replied the elated man.

"What is your first wish?" asked the genie.

"Well, I've always wanted a Ferrari!"

POOF! A Ferrari appeared in front of the man.

"Now every lawyer in the world has TWO Ferraris," said the genie. "Next wish?"

"I'd love a million dollars," replied the man.

POOF! One million dollars appeared at his feet.

"Now every lawyer in the world has TWO million dollars," said the genie.

"Well, that's okay, as long as I've got my million," replied the man.

"What is your third and final wish?"

The man thought long and hard, and finally said, "Well, you know, I've always wanted to donate a kidney!"

[b9]

The Road Not Taken

What a perfectly perfect poem to post on pre-election eve...
The most perfectly perfectist, practical prize I'm grateful to receive.

Many thanks for this and all past pings,
As well as your wonderful jokes and things!

[Diver Dave]

This just in from JustFrank...

Morris, as a young man in the Old West wanted to be the best gunfighter
alive. One night as he was sitting in a saloon, he spotted an old man who
had the reputation of being the greatest gunfighter in his day. So Morris
walked up to the old man and told him his dream. The old man looked him up
and down and said,

"I have a suggestion that is sure to help."

"Tell me, tell me," said the young man.

"Tie the bottom of your holster lower onto your leg."

"Will that make me a better gunfighter?"

"Definitely," said the old man.

Young Morris did what he was told and drew his gun and shot the bow tie off
the piano player. "Wow, that really helped. Do you have any more
suggestions?"

"Yeah, if you cut a notch in the top of your holster where the hammer hits,
the gun will come out smoother."

"Will that make me a better gunfighter?"

"It sure will," said the old man.

The young guy did what he was told and drew his gun and shot a cufflink off
the piano player.

"This is really helping me. Is there anything else you can share with me?"

"One more thing," said the old man. "Get that can of axle grease over there
in the corner and rub it all over your gun."

The young Morris didn't hesitate but started putting the grease on the gun.

"No, the whole gun, handle and everything." Said the old man.

"Will that make me a better gunfighter?"

"No," said the old man, "but when Wyatt Earp gets done playing that piano
he's going to shove that gun up your a$$, and it won't hurt as much."

[JustAmy]

Thank you for coming by this evening ......
hope to see you posting poems and even potpourri soon.
What an evening tomorrow night will be with all of us glued to the TV!

[JustAmy]

Heh Heh Heh
Thanks for posting my joke, Dave.
Amy wouldn't let me use her account tonight.

[djf]

Well, I forgot most of the French I ever spoke. And even if they are wimps, the language is the most lyrical and romantic ever spoken.

Je suis triste et seul sans toi,
j'ai reve que tu est triste loin de moi,
Mais non!
Bonsoir mon belle deux coeur,
Je vous attendre pour toujours.

Roughly,
"I am sad and alone without you,
I dreamt you were sad far (lonely) from me,
But no.
Goodnight, my beatiful sweet heart,
I will wait for you forever.

Written Apr 2002 for Melanie, a very special love of my life.

And I should apologize to the French.
But I won't.

[djf]

Ow well, I don't have deux hearts.
deux=doux.

[JustAmy]

Thank for for sharing; I've found one you may enjoy.


Tonight I Can Write
by Pablo Neruda, translated by W.S. Merwin

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

[MEG33]

I am pulling for California to win today!I am with all my California FRiends in spirit today.

[JustAmy]

Beer Cheese Cornbread
by Lady Darling

Yield: 1 loaf

Ingredients:
1½ cups all purpose flour
½ cup Yellow Corn Meal
2 Tbsp. sugar
1½ tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. onion powder
¾ tsp. baking soda
½ tsp. salt
2 cups Cheddar Cheese, grated
1 cup Kalik beer, or your favorite beer
2 eggs
1/3 cup vegetable oil

Method:
Sift together the flour, corn meal, sugar, baking powder, onion powder and baking soda.

In a medium-sized mixing bowl with electric mixer, beat together the cheese, beer, eggs and oil. Add the dry ingredients and beat for about 2-minutes.

Turn into a greased loaf pan and bake at 350°F for about 1-hour or until a knife inserted in the centre comes out clean.

Serve warm or cold and refrigerate left-over cornbread.

[JustAmy]

Thanks, Meg ......

We need lots of prayers today. There are many rumors of voter fraud. You can bet there will be more dirty politics by Gray Davis. Slime is his trademark.

[JustAmy]

[Calpernia]

GOOOOOD Morning to Potpourri!

[MEG33]

Good Morning,Calpernia!

[archy]

The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost (1874–1963).

Unrest

A FIERCE unrest seethes at the core
Of all existing things:
It was the eager wish to soar
That gave the gods their wings.

From what flat wastes of cosmic slime,
And stung by what quick fire,
Sunward the restless races climb!—
Men risen out of mire!

There throbs through all the worlds that are
This heart-beat hot and strong,
And shaken systems, star by star,
Awake and glow in song.

But for the urge of this unrest
These joyous spheres are mute;
But for the rebel in his breast
Had man remained a brute.

When baffled lips demanded speech,
Speech trembled into birth—
(One day the lyric word shall reach
From earth to laughing earth.)—

When man's dim eyes demanded light,
The light he sought was born—
His wish, a Titan, scaled the height
And flung him back the morn!

From deed to dream, from dream to deed,
From daring hope to hope,
The restless wish, the instant need,
Still lashed him up the slope!
. . . . . .

I sing no governed firmament,
Cold, ordered, regular—
I sing the stinging discontent
That leaps from star to star!

Donald Robert Perry Marquis; 1878– 1937

-archy-/-

[ST.LOUIE1]

[Billie]

Post #96.

My boyfriend's here. Ohhhh, Looney. LOL!

[Billie]

Good morning, P & P. To my California FRiends, may this day be the beginning of good things, and please, God, no voter fraud.....let the voices be heard, honestly.

[firewalk]

Good morning
hope everybody has a good day

Best wishes to you JustAmy & everyone in CA
...Davis is gone today (I just know it)

[ST.LOUIE1]

My boyfriend's here. Ohhhh, Looney. LOL!

Hey, BillieBlue....I thought 'Wolfie' was your boyfriend. : )

Morning, beautiful!!!