Amy's Place .. Poetry and Potpourri .. Mar. 18-19-20, 2005

3-18-05 | JustAmy, St.Louie1, MamaBear, Billie

[JustAmy]

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[JustAmy]

Okay ..... do I get #400?

If so, my wish is for health and happiness for all visitors to Amy's Place.

[JustAmy]

Congratulations ..... Make a wish!! :)

[Marguerite]

I wish they'd stop talking about Terri Schiavo, it drives me nuts.

[Jack Deth]

TUX'S DILEMMA

Though you are bigger than a kitten
I don't think you are a cat
Your tail doesn't curl or stick up
It just wiggles all around
Your face isn't as flat
It's longer than mine.
I bet those teeth would tear up a ball of twine
Your ears are floppy and just hang down
They don't twist and turn
At the slightest sound
Your fur isn't as soft and silky as mine
And your claws are to dull to climb a tree
Every time you try you slide to the ground
Though I'm older it's easy to see
That someone needs to look out for you
So, it might as well be me.

Jack Deth~ 03/21/05

[JustAmy]

I've switched channels again. A re-run of Meet the Press is on now. Guess I should either turn it off or go back to FoxNews.

[Marguerite]

I've never understood why women love cats. Cats are independent, they don't listen, they don't come in when you call, they like to stay out all night, and when they're home they like to be left alone and sleep. In other words, every quality that women hate in a man, they love in a cat.

-- Anonymous

[Marguerite]

"I bet those teeth would tear up a ball of twine"

[Marguerite]

The Fox and the Little Prince by Antoine de SaintExupéry

It was then that the fox appeared.

"Good morning," said the fox.

"Good morning," the little prince responded politely, although when he turned around he saw nothing.

"I am right here," the voice said, "under the apple tree."

"Who are you?" asked the little prince, and added, "You are very pretty to look at."

"I am a fox," said the fox.

"Come and play with me," proposed the little prince. "I am so unhappy."

"I cannot play with you," the fox said. "I am not tamed."

"Ah! Please excuse me," said the little prince. But, after some thought, he added:

"What does that mean-- 'tame'?"

"You do not live here," said the fox. "What is it that you are looking for?"

"I am looking for men," said the little prince. "What does that mean-- 'tame'?"

"Men," said the fox. "They have guns, and they hunt. It is very disturbing. They also raise chickens. These are their only interests. Are you looking for chickens?"

"No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean-- 'tame'?"

"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. "It means to establish ties."

"'To establish ties'?"

"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world..."

"I am beginning to understand," said the little prince. "There is a flower... I think that she has tamed me..."

"It is possible," said the fox. "On the Earth one sees all sorts of things."

[OESY]

Spring Fever:



Paepalanthus wildflower
Copyright © 2003 by Marcio Cabral



Bird of Paradise...with a Friend!
Copyright © 2003 by Vincent K. Tylor



Rainbow Flower
Copyright © 2004 by Teunis Haveman



Deep Inside...
Copyright © 2004 by Roberto Arcari Farinetti



With the petals to the wind
Copyright © 2004 by marta boro

[international american]

Great phoe-toes!!

[international american]

You are too kind, my grace.

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

I forgot, who is Winston?

Glad you made it home okay!

[NicknamedBob]

Memories at Stake

There was a time, before the water ran inside the house, we ran outside.
A house is but a wooden tent, you know. A place to shelter from the snow,
And rain, and colder days. Your house gives you a place to hide.
Until the water can be run inside, and then you have a place to go.

Our house was stark, like many others of its day,
With shingles from the rooftop to the ground.
But home it was to us, a place to learn and play,
And somehow, much more beautiful than mansions all around.

I see them clustered on the hillsides, like soldiers camping for the day,
Marching, ever marching, to a distant dawn of battle.
No longer sheltered by the forest, for the trees have gone away.
Are they the enemy? First yielding to our cattle,

And then to cornfields, and then once more,
Their bones erected o’er their graves, no tombstone but the hearth,
Within the graveyard filled with casualties of our war,
We dance. We make our instruments from them, and our mirth.

What did they do to us to earn such spiteful torment?
We could not run to them for shelter from harsh air.
For in Winter, indifferent they stand, naked and quite dormant,
With only arms of supplication reaching up in silent prayer.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . March 21, 2005

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Beautiful OESY, just beautiful.

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

; )

[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Mama Bear's hubby has the secret to the best Irish coffee. So you might want to use it in yours.

ping to 93

[JustAmy]

Our new thread is over HERE.Come over spend some time with us.

NnB ...... I hope you bring your "Memories" to today's thread. Hope to see you there.

[JustAmy]

Good morning, OESY.

These photos are breathtaking. I hope you will bring them to today's thread.

Happy Spring.

[tuliptree76]

Winson is my pet betta (fish). I hope you are doing well, PAL. :-)