Poetry and Potpourri .... October 8-9, 2003

10-8-2003 | JustAmy, St.Louie1 and Mama_Bear

[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.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Thanks so much for the lovely poem, Lori.

[JustAmy]

Hi there, Victoria ...

Thanks for bringing us the next governor of the great state of California.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Hehe, you're welcome. Good to see you, Amy.

[b9]

Dinah was respected for her very generous and compassionate nature

She sounds a lot like you, Amy!
Thank you so very much for the research and lovely poems.

[Calpernia]

Good night to Potpourri!

[JustAmy]

THE HOUSE OF CLAY
by: Dinah Maria (Mulock) Craik (1826-1887)

HERE was a house, a house of clay,
Wherein the inmate sat all day,
Merry and poor;
For Hope sat with her, heart to heart,
Fond and kind, fond and kind,
Vowing he never would depart,--
Till all at once he changed his mind:
"Sweetheart, good by!" He slipped away
And shut the door.

But Love came past, and, looking in,
With smile that pierced like sunbeam thin
Through wall, roof, floor,
Stood in the midst of that poor room,
Grand and fair, grand and fair,
Making a glory out of gloom--
Till at the window mocked cruel Care:
Love sighed; "All lose, and nothing win?"--
He shut the door.

Then o'er the close-barred house of clay
Kind clematis and woodbine gay
Crept more and more;
And bees hummed merrily outside,
Loud and strong, loud and strong,
The inner silentness to hide,
The patient silence all day long;
Till evening touched with finger gray
The bolted door.

Most like, the next step passing by
Will be the Angel's, whose calm eye
Marks rich, marks poor:
Who, fearing not, at any gate
Stands and calls, stands and calls;
At which the inmate opens straight,--
Whom, ere the crumbling clay-house falls,
He takes in kind arms silently,
And shuts the door.

[JustAmy]

Thank you for those kind words.

[JustAmy]

'Gift'

You tell me that silence
is nearer to peace than poems
but if for my gift
I brought you silence
(for I know silence)
you would say
"This is not silence
this is another poem"
and you would hand it back to me.

-- Leonard Cohen

[JustAmy]

Autumn Song

The firelight glows,
The embers sigh,
We dream and
Doze--
The cat and I.
The kitten purrs,
The kettle sings,
The heart remembers
Little things.

-- Margurite Kingman

[JustAmy]

[The Mayor]

[dansangel]

That would be my work situation right now....which is why I haven't participated much lately here or on the Finest. :-(

My apologies and ((((((HUGS)))))) to all.

[djf]

I like that one. Simple, melodic and spiritual.

[lonestar]

I love that!

[Darksheare]

"It's worse than that, He's dead Jim!!"

But I'm getting better!

[PGalt]

Thanks for the ping. Pulled in by the simplicity of Autumn Song and the wonderful work that you do. Thanks.

[SpookBrat]

LOL

[Calpernia]

Good Morning to Potpourri!

[MeekOneGOP]

LOL !! Carl, refills for everyone !! ...

Have a cup while you FReep !

Now, GET TO WORK, yall ! :O)

[Pippin]

Howdy, (((CAL)))!