Also searching for the one true dog
If trees had feet might they not run from the forest fire. Weave and duck away from the thundering flames, remove their material source and extinguish the fire for lack of stuff to burn.
When you look at the sky and you say it's blue, do you see the blue like I see blue. For we only have words and the words won't do. What colour is blue. It's the colour of the sky.
Pastel green and dusty brown. sun-bleached deck chairs wear a frown. frank exchanges round the town. long-fought fights that wear you down. The girls grow old and cut their hair.
Songs of childhood make me think of poems yet to come In my young days when I heard music I heard the drums Now I'm older I like the tunes that only I can hum Standing in the doorway, lighting up...
If you were rocking and I were rocking and we were eighty-three and I turned around to look at you, what would you say to me.
Little things keep me happy. Like toast in the morning. Like horses in meadows. Like the breeze in your hair. I have small ambitions. To write a good story. Come home in the evening.
Cry a little in the morning. It's what makes the dew. The mist forms in patches. When I think of you. Look for miles from the hilltop. But there is nothing to see. Till the sun burns the mist off.
The poetry of Jim Is very slim Sometimes it rhymes And sometimes it doesn't.
A clever cat eats cheese and breathes down rat holes with baited breath W C Fields.
Do not free a camel of the burden of his hump: you may be freeing him from being a camel. GK Chesterton.
Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak. Courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen. Churchill.
I hear the chime tonight of my ear's great inner bell. Its peal in thunderous harmony with the precision movement of my heart. The great wide arteries in flood sweep past and tell.
My socks In a desperate bid For fabric orthodoxy Get ever tighter so I push them down save My legs are strangled Defeated and angry They leave One by one.
It isn't necessary to have relatives in Kansas City in order to be unhappy. Julius Marx.
All men are frauds. The only difference between them is that some admit it. I myself deny it. H L Mencken.
Beauty is harsh Greek proverb.