Crazy Wisdom

Say, will the falcon, stooping from above, smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove? Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings? Or hears the hawk when philomela sings?
 
Some things are of that nature as to make One's fancy chuckle, while his heart doth ache.

-John Bunyan
 
Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.

-Langston Hughes.
 
Scribbleros said:
Hey kiddo. Did you like those?

:) Haven't got time to check it out yet, I used to have the link then I've lost it, thanks for bringing it back again.
 
vetteman said:
Life is the poem we would have wrote, but couldn't because we didn't live to write it.


Life is just a chance to grow a soul. - Powell Davies
 
Sweetpepper said:
:) Haven't got time to check it out yet, I used to have the link then I've lost it, thanks for bringing it back again.

I got like a million of those.
 
And see all sights from pole to pole And glance, and nod, and bustle by, And never once possess our soul Before we die.
 
Scribbleros said:
I got like a million of those.

O Blackbird! sing me something well: While all the neighbors shoot thee round, I keep smooth plats of fruitful ground, Where thou may'st warble, eat and dwell.
 
tampting...

Sweetpepper said:
I am very tampting to say 'Goodbye' to the site, I have nothing to add.

The Cloud:

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers
from the seas and the streams
I bear light shade for the leaves
when laid in their noonday dreams
from my wings are shaken the dews that waken
the sweet buds every one
when rocked to rest on their mother's breast
as she dances about the sun
i wield the flail of the lashing hail
and whiten the green plains under
and then again I dissolve it in rain
and laugh as I pass in thunder
 
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