Poetry and Potpourri .... November 10-11, 2003

11-10-2003 | 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.

[JustAmy]

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September 29-30, 2003	October 1-2, 2003	October 3-4-5, 2003	October 6-7, 2003
October 8-9, 2003	October 10-11-12, 2003	October 13-14, 2003	October 15-16, 2003
October 17-18-19, 2003	October 20-21, 2003	October 22-23, 2003	October 24-25-26, 2003
October 27-28, 2003	October 29-30, 2003	Oct. 31 - Nov. 1-2, 2003	November 3-4, 2003
November 5-6, 2003	November 7-8-9, 2003

[JustAmy]

The Leaf and the Tree
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

When will you learn, myself, to be
a dying leaf on a living tree?
Budding, swelling, growing strong,
Wearing green, but not for long,
Drawing sustenance from air,
That other leaves, and you not there,
May bud, and at the autumn's call
Wearing russet, ready to fall?
Has not this trunk a deed to do
Unguessed by small and tremulous you?
Shall not these branches in the end
To wisdom and the truth ascend?
And the great lightning plunging by
Look sidewise with a golden eye
To glimpse a tree so tall and proud
It sheds its leaves upon a cloud?

Here, I think, is the heart's grief:
The tree, no mightier than the leaf,
Makes firm its root and spreads it crown
And stands; but in the end comes down.
That airy top no boy could climb

Is trodden in a little time
By cattle on their way to drink.
The fluttering thoughts a leaf can think,
That hears the wind and waits its turn,
Have taught it all a tree can learn.
Time can make soft that iron wood.
The tallest trunk that ever stood,
In time, without a dream to keep,
Crawls in beside the root to sleep.

[JustAmy]

A blonde is driving down the road. She notices that she is low on gas, so she stops at the gas station. While she's pumping her gas, she notices that she had locked the keys in the car. So when she goes inside to pay, the blonde asks the attendant for a coat hanger so she can attempt to open the door herself.

She goes outside and begins to jimmy the lock. Ten minutes later, the attendant goes outside to see how the blonde is faring. The blonde outside of the car is moving the hanger around and around.

Meanwhile, the blonde inside of the car is saying, "A little more to the left. A little more to the right ... "

[JustAmy]

I Married The Marine Corps
Author Unknown

Oh, I am a Marine wife.
I know because I see
That everywhere I go now
That is my identity.

I love my Marine so much,
It is him that I did marry
But without my trusty ID card
I can't go to the commissary.

I stood there at the altar
Thinking I would be his wife
But he had already said I DO
And made the Marines his life.

In my heart I know just how he feels
I know I am his only,
But when he left to do his thing
I felt so sad and lonely.

I was never one to do things the easy way
So I married a Marine
I knew a husband could get on your nerves
So I have one that is seldom seen.

It is like the eternal honeymoon
Gone for days and then comes home.
When he is on my last nerve
They take him somewhere to roam.

If I did not like his leaving-
His command would say "Who Cares?"
A wife is not issued in boot camp-
Along with his other wares.

So, I married the Marine Corps
The Brotherhood of Men.
I know he will come home soon
But I hurry up and wait until then.

[JustAmy]

Apple Tuna Pasta Casserole
Makes: 8 Servings

Ingredients:
2 cup Macaroni
6 tbsp Butter or margarine
1/4 cup All-purpose flour
3 cup Milk
2 cup Processed american cheese
2 cup Tuna in water -- drained
2 cup Tart apples -- core/dice
2 tbsp Butter or margarine -- Melted
1/2 cup Bread crumbs -- soft

Preparation :
Cook macaroni according to package directions; drain.
In saucepan, melt 6 tb butter or margarine over low heat. Blend in flour and 3/4 ts salt. Add milk all at once. Cook quickly, stirring constantly, until mixture thickens and bubbles.
Add cheese; stir until cheese is melted. Stir in tuna, diced apples and drained macaroni; turn into 12x7x2 inch baking dish.
Combine melted butter and crumbs. Sprinkle on top of casserole. Bake in 350 oven for 30 minutes, or until apples are tender.

[The Mayor]

Be imitators of God as dear children. —Ephesians 5:1

To become like Christ, we must learn from the Master.

[Darksheare]

I'm in.

[MeekOneGOP]

Mornin', everybody ! Happy Monday !

Have a cup while you Freep !

[JustAmy]

It's great waking up to that delicious coffee and the note of inspiration. It's a wonderful way to start the day.
Good morning, Mayor, and thank you!

[JustAmy]

Your Sunday painting activities sound like fun. Want to share them on today's thread also? Thank you!

[JustAmy]

Good Morning, Meekie.
It's great to see you and Carl this morning.
I have to leave soon for an appointment, please ask Carl to keep watch while I'm away. Thank you!

[JustAmy]

I Like the Simple Things of Every Day

I like the simple things of every day,
The sun when it shines through the plate-glass door,
And breaks into rainbows that dance and play
On books in their cases, and rugs on the floor.

I like the lace doily on my rocking chair,
The restful lines of the well-worn divan
To which, when weary, I often repair
to regain my vigor, or to read, or plan.

I like red roses in a crystal vase,
Centering the table of spotless white
And around the board in accustomed place,
The faces of those most dear to my sight.

I find endless pleasure in simple things,
Faith, and laughter, and the love of a friend,
Neither fame nor luxury ever brings,
Blessings like these that endure to the end.

By Laressa Cox McBurney
Published in Prairie Panorama in 1938

[The Mayor]

Good morning to you and Thankyou. It is good to wake up to inspiration.

[Darksheare]

Didn't take a pic of it yet, I still have the other suitcase to fix up with something.
(The first case is a small tote type. Second one, not done yet, is a large suitcase type.)

That, and I had no film in the cam.
!!!{:(
So, that will by needs must and has to - wait.
(I'm relapsing into mil speak!!)
However, I do have plans on snapping a shot that hopefully takes.
Just crossing my fingers that no-one sees said luggage art and thinks it's valuable.. and razor blades it off of the luggage.
It's only valuable to me or the owner.
I'm not well known outside the local art group/local area I'm in.
(Translation, only other local artists know that my work exists..)

[MeekOneGOP]

LOL !

[JustAmy]

I'm looking forward to you sharing it with us. You shared one sketch with us and we would like to see more.

[JustAmy]

LOL
Thanks, Meekie

[Darksheare]

(I'm looking forward to just getting a good shot of it that is clear and not blurry...)

[ST.LOUIE1]

Morning, ((((((((Sis))))))))

Your turn to walk the pup! : )

[JustAmy]

Good Morning, Bro!!
Maybe you could join me in that walk; think you can handle Billie?

A very Good Morning to you ... (((( Bro ))))