Saiom Shriver Quotes
(1 - 10 of 55)Love, not force, rides the horse.
Love, not force, rides the horse.
61 died that day in the 1st infantry..in Vietnam..
two? rows of body bags.. the fruit of war...drying in more
61 died that day in the 1st infantry..in Vietnam..
two? rows of body bags.. the fruit of war...drying in the sun.
Oh a cockroach is better luck than a cricket upon the hearth
for her magnetizes to your home those who more
Oh a cockroach is better luck than a cricket upon the hearth
for her magnetizes to your home those who love every heart.
Oh a cockroach is better luck than a cricket upon the hearth
for he magnetizes to your home those more
Oh a cockroach is better luck than a cricket upon the hearth
for he magnetizes to your home those who love every heart.
(typo corrected).
On a March clothesline
.. transparent icicles in a row
in the bright sun
they drip and glow
Marks more
On a March clothesline
.. transparent icicles in a row
in the bright sun
they drip and glow
Marks of exclamation !!!!!!!!!!
a sentence of joyful exclamation !!!!!!!!
Do you want to be
with your love by the sea
hearing the gullsong
smelling the salt air
feeling the more
Do you want to be
with your love by the sea
hearing the gullsong
smelling the salt air
feeling the sand
beneath your toes
and the seaweed
the sea's legacy?
watching the rise
oer the bay of the moon
and then ascent
of the Sun.. oer neptune?
They called the wind
lackadaisical..
but because he in freedom blows
the world will never
lack for daisies..
(to Laurie more
They called the wind
lackadaisical..
but because he in freedom blows
the world will never
lack for daisies..
(to Laurie Otto Milwaukee Wisconsin advocate of wild lawns)
http://www.epa.gov/greenacres
http://www.egroups.com/messages/nomow108/1.
The chalice is ephemeral.
Jesus' blood eternal.
The chalice is ephemeral.
Jesus' blood eternal.
As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of more
As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of moon and stars
so can a poet's long rainbow
of words
play our heartstrings from afar.
How awestriking. How sublime..that out of muck and mud and dirt and slime God makes lemons and God makes limes.
How awestriking. How sublime..that out of muck and mud and dirt and slime God makes lemons and God makes limes.
