A Few of FR's Finest....Every Day....09-28-05...Poetry and Potpourri at the Finest

9-28-05 | JustAmy

[JustAmy]

A Few of FR's Finest....Every Day

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Graphic by Billie

Reflections

God sets a mirror down for us,
To bounce back sunny days,
He does it when the rain has passed,
To help us see the rays.

The reflection that we see in it,
Is not of hair and skin.
What we see is an image of,
The gloried state we’re in.

Light pink, and brighter orange,
And yellow brighter still.
I sit and look at glory’s frame,
Upon my favorite hill.

The others call it rainbow,
But I know what it is,
A magic mirror in the sky,
That lets us know we’re His.

The body that we occupy down here,
Is nothing like its start,
For one, the most attractive thing,
Has always been the heart.

God looks into our heart and then,
Just for His own amusement.
He gives a glimpse of what He sees,
And laughs at our confusement.

“That doesn’t look at all like me!”
I hear your protests start,
But when you look at other folks,
How can you see their heart?

If you admit there’s beauty,
Reflecting from some source,
Just think how glorious it will be,
When He’s revealed full force.

And you and I are with Him,
And joining in the glow.
Next time you see a rainbow,
I thought you ought to know.

NicknamedBob April 5, 2004
© 2004






Graphic by MamaBear

The Corner

That cupboard in the corner was where brother put his gun,
Right up top to keep it safe while he was having fun.
He made a good policeman. I always knew he could.
His stony face when he played war could scare me pretty good!

Yes, we played cops and robbers, and games like kick the can.
I know those games were helpful as I learned to be a man.
When brother came to visit, his gun went way up top,
He couldn’t win an argument just ‘cause he was a cop!

We liked to play our card games, with Dad and all the boys.
And all of us knew guns were something different from toys.
My brother used his in his work, just like the badge he had.
Although he never really used it, and for that, he was glad.

The rest of us all knew what guns were really for,
The government even gave me one when I went off to war,
Although I never used it, just like my brother cop,
The very fact that I was there, just caused that war to stop.

I have a picture of the guys, with cards all strewn about,
You’d get the notion all the rules had somehow been tossed out!
With cards in hatbands, cards in sleeves, and chips piled way up high,
But all of that was just to show for that nosy camera eye!

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . June 8, 2005





Graphic by MamaBear

THE OLD HOUSE REMEMBERS

The old ranch house is alone with its past,
The windows are closed and the doors are fast;
The windmills are hushed, a desolate pall
Of silence and heartbreak broods over all.
Only the wind in the cottonwood trees
Tells off its rosary of memories.
Once around the wells were cattle that milled
And cooled themselves in the water which spilled
From the brimming tanks and trickled away
To a wet weather stream which trees betray;
There the willows dip their long lacy plumes
Over low marsh grass where the smartweed blooms.

Now the cottonwoods murmur, the willows weep,
And all else is silent, the place asleep,
But above the stillness when soft winds blow
Are the phantom voices of long ago ...
A lone cowboy as he rides down the trail
And yodels to drown out the coyote's wail.
While the walls reecho with rhythmic beat
To the merry tunes and to dancing feet.
So the old house lives again in its past,
Lives in the joys that the years have amassed.
And the full rich life that it’s loved ones knew
Is wafted back when it comes into view.

By Laressa Cox McBurney (my great-aunt)
Published in Prairie Panorama in 1938



Many thanks for stopping by. : )

09-27-05 ~ Hall of Fame #13

THIS WEEK'S THREADS 09-26-05 Military Monday 09-27-05 Hall of Fame #13

Opinions by our own 'King of Ping' Every Thursday at the Finest The guy's good, folks!

[NicknamedBob]

It's nice to have a source.

I have to share mine with Dr. Wayne Dyer.

[JustAmy]

And don't forget sharing with Amy. :)

[Jack Deth]

Hi, Amy!

FELINE HAIKUS

My Humans have them
I WANT OPPOSABLE THUMBS!!!!
How cool would that be?!!!

Inside my brown bag
Many bare feet going by
Time to Pounce!... BANZAI!!!!

Saturdays are The Best!
Woke my Humans up early
Now hide the Remote!

My Human was looking
For streams of light and found me
Napping under one

Up in the bookcase
Lots of room. That'll teach ya
To leave me alone!

The porch is still warm
Tucked up plump like a chicken
Stately in Repose!

Jack Deth~ 09/ 28/05.

[JustAmy]

Wonderful, Jack.


I love you kitty poems. Marissa now has a kitty. She wanted to name her Simon but I finally persuaded her to name her Simone. Simone is 3 months old.

[Jack Deth]

Simon would be a good name for a cat, Amy.

Even a female.

I had a female Toy Collie/Lab Mix named Bacchus.

She was a gorgeous, wonderful dog. Though she would howl whenever a police car, firetruck or ambulance turned its siren on. And would continue until the vehicle paseed out of her earshot, which was exceptional.

Jack.

[JustAmy]

Millie and Max howl when they hear coyotes or sirens. Since we live in the country, we don't hear them often (sirens that is). We do hear the coyotes at certain times of the year.

Simone attacks me everytime I walk by. I ask myself "Why did we pick a playful kitten?" She is a muted calico.

I still don't know whether it was Simone or Marissa that broke my lamp. :) Probably both.

[JustAmy]

I looked for your poem about the kitten and the brown paper bag but could not find it.

I thought that I'd saved all of the poems. :(

[Mama_Bear]

As usual, I am late

Not this time. The thread had only been posted about 30 minutes before you got here. LOL. Usually you come dragging in when the thread is three days old. Now THAT's being late! LOL......(I'm teasing you, I know babychick keeps you busy and we love it whenever you can stop by - even if we are all gone by the time you get here.) ;-)

Nicely done, Amy. It's great to see Amy's Place on FR again. :-)

[Jack Deth]

Amy:

You should know by now that you don't pick a kitten or cat.

It picks you.

Find yourself a red Laser Pointer. Then play the tiny red dot along the floor and walls. That will tired Simone out to the point where she'll stop attacking your feet.

Jack.

PS: How's Max doing?... Is he still keeping close to home?

[JustAmy]

Thanks, MamaBear.

NicknamedBob thinks I need some new material. Ya think I should start sending him graphics again?

[JustAmy]

I adore Max but I think he considers it his job to find a way out of the yard.

He has been staying close to home but I wish he would stay in!

He gets out of the back yard and comes to the front door.

When he got out last week, Simone was in the front. I don't know if he would hurt her but I had a rough time keeping him away from her. They usually check out each other through the glass door.

[Mama_Bear]

Ya think I should start sending him graphics again?

I think that is a great idea. I'm sure he has many more poems in him. :-)

[Mama_Bear]

Missy has a kitten? Where are the pictures? And don't tell me you are too busy taking care of the menagerie to take pictures of them. LOL.

So, how many do you have now, three dogs and a kitten?

[GailA]

Good morning every one.

[NicknamedBob]

Good Morning, Gail!

Those West Coast folks sure keep some odd hours, don't they?

[The Mayor]

September 28, 2005

Marching Into A Closet

Read:
Titus 1:5-16

A bishop must be blameless, as a steward of God. —Titus 1:7

Bible In One Year: Daniel 7-9

Author and pastor Stuart Briscoe writes about a funeral for a war veteran in which the man's military buddies had a role in the service. The friends requested that the minister lead them to the casket for a moment of silence. They would then follow the pastor out a side door.

The plan was carried out with military precision—until the minister marched them into a broom closet. The soldiers had to make an awkward retreat.

That pastor made an honest mistake, but it illustrates that leaders must know where they are going. As go the leaders, so go the followers.

The apostle Paul left Titus on the island of Crete to establish a witness for Jesus Christ. Titus was to appoint leaders for the growing band of believers. Except for preaching the gospel, nothing Titus did for the Christians on Crete was more important than finding the right leadership for them.

Church leaders are to meet the standards set forth in Titus 1:6-9 and guide others to greater maturity in their relationship with Christ. And followers must lovingly hold their spiritual leaders accountable to those goals.

Whether you're leading or following, know where you're going—or you may end up in a closet. —Haddon Robinson

Before you follow a leader,
Check his beliefs, and pray;
Be sure he's following Jesus,
And that he knows the way. —Hess

The only leader worth following is one who is following Christ.

FOR FURTHER STUDY
Who Qualifies To Be A Church Leader?
What Does It Take To Follow Christ?

[silverleaf]

Hello Amy! It's good to see you again!

[dutchess]

Hi Amy and Lori!!!! Great to see you both together!!!! Love Just Amy's at the FINEST!!!!!

P.S. Okay, back to work but I want to see a picture of Simone too!!! (and an update one of Chachi!!!!!)

[DollyCali]

(stolen) Borrowed from another thread this AM.... /d

Just a short one, my creative juices are flowing....

Never forget, always remember
The fateful day of mid September
When evil abroad, reared it's head here
To instill in our hearts, panick and fear

They awoke in us, a massive resolve
Our mission hereon, must be to dissolve
The hate of an enemy, spawned by darkness
Which bears no honor, but cowardly starkness

For the souls that we lost, we must persevere
We must fight for the values, we hold so dear
Our freedoms been paid for, time after time
And the bells of liberty, continue to chime

For the lives of many, were selflessly given
By the forces of good, these saints were driven
To give their blood, that freedom would ring
And all peaceful people, their praise we will sing

Their souls were laid, on freedom's alter
For them we continue, and never can faulter
From the task given us, by God or by fate
We must carry on, our quest against hate

We're at the beginning, it's only the start
From amongst us, more souls will depart
For freedom and peace, they'll lay down their lives
That justice and goodness, will always thrive






15 posted on 09/28/2005 9:11:03 AM EDT by hiramknight

[DollyCali]

Whoopiee!
Amy's place is back with us today!!!