No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings. — William Blake

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Anonymous, autonomous
Will likely get the best of us yet
Before you disappear
If you can lend me half an ear Ill regret

If I treat you like a number
Its because I cant remember your name
So have another cigarette
And help me to forget what I came

You run too fast, fly too high
Run too fast and fly too high

On dark and lonely nights Im only
Right when things are bright on the floor
Dancing and romancing
Gallivanting with a handsome I score

And if you dont believe me, you should
See me when Im ready to roar
Cause Ill lose my concentration
With a new infatuation, Im sure

You run too fast, fly too high
You run too fast, fly too high
We got no past, no goodbye
You run to fast and you fly too high

Would you believe
I was once gonna be somebody? Yeah
I packed up my bags and I
Took what I had to the city, yeah yeah

Man, I was rough
To find the best I could be
Waiting for the limit
On a color TV

Now Ive made it this far
Got a room on the park and a view
And you
Fly too high

You run too fast, fly too high
Run too fast, fly too high
We got no past, no goodbye
Run to fast and you fly too

Hanging around on the infield, what do you steal
But another feel at the top?
Making believe in the long run, when a shotgun
Is the way to get out of the shop

Hang tail in a new jail, you can go bail
You can dance until you drop
Cause theres no fool like an old fool in a new school
You just cant stop

You run too fast, fly too high
Run too fast, fly too high
Got no past, no goodbye
Run to fast and you fly too


Read more: Janis Ian – Fly Too High Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Advice from a Tree ~ stand tall and proud go out on a limb remember your roots drink plenty of water be content with your natural beauty enjoy the view

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An Australian Girl

by Ethel Castilla (1861- ?)

Australian writer

She’s pretty to walk with,
And witty to talk with,
And pleasant, too, to think on.”
Sir John Suckling.

She has a beauty of her own,
A beauty of a paler tone
Than English belles;
Yet southern sun and southern air
Have kissed her cheeks, until they wear
The dainty tints that oft appear
On rosy shells.

Her frank, clear eyes bespeak a mind
Old-world traditions fail to bind.
She is not shy
Or bold, but simply self-possessed;
Her independence adds a zest
Unto her speech, her piquant jest,
Her quaint reply.

O’er classic volumes she will pore
With joy; and true scholastic lore
Will often gain.
In sports she bears away the bell,
Nor, under music’s siren spell,
To dance divinely, flirt as well,
Does she disdain.

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Soft brown eyes fringed in lashes black as jet,

Dark girls are so mysterious,

I thinkThey are fit subject for a triolet.

Soft brown eyes hinged in lashes black as jet.

Bright blondes, maybe,are fruit flowers pink and white;

But secret as a dim magnolia night.

Soft brown eyes hinged in lashes black as jet,

Dark girls are so mysterious I think.


DARK GIRLS. (1938, December 12). The Sydney Morning Herald

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“Hej, górale, nie bijcie sie.
Ma góralka dwa warkocze podzielicie sie!”

“Hey hillbilly boys, don’t fight.
The girl will dance with both of you!”

Literally: The girl has two pigtails, and she will share!

Though a good deal is too strange to be believed, nothing is too strange to have happened. Thomas Hardy

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Tess Driver

Climb inside, comfort me
with lush imaginings as I
walk the tightrope of your lines.

I caress the lips of your knowing.
Read to me poet, soothe my imaginings,
massage my longing with thoughts
that cling to every pore.

I shiver at your rhyme;
it is dark outside, poet,
fill me with light and laughter
so the moon grows full and stars
caress the nippled dawn.

Poet, lust after me
with your singing verse:
wash the sharp word edges,
drown me in the flesh of your verse.

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“Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.”
― Thomas Hardy, Far from the Madding Crowd

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Party Dress

Fragile as the truth
it hangs on a crocheted hook
covered in white blossom,
a gossamer memory.

All that time,
season to season
green embroidered petals
now pale and frayed,
danced on cream silk,
styled with tucks for secrets.

So slim, two large hands
could fit around the waist.
Kisses flutter moth-like
from the neck-line
once softly curved
over quivering breasts.

A million silken threads
to create a dream.
Touch it gently
or it will unravel
in your hands.

From Blue: Friendly Street No. 27



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The mind Is so hospitable, taking in everything Like boarders, and you don’t see until It’s all over how little there was to learn Once the stench of knowledge has dissipated. JOHN ASHBERY, “Houseboat Days”


Read more at World's News (Sydney, NSW - 1901 - 1955), Saturday 5 March 1910,  2 The World's News (Sydney, NSW - 1901 - 1955), Saturday 5 March 1910,


The World’s News (Sydney, NSW : 1901 – 1955), Saturday 5 March 1910, 28024-pdf_0026

His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.”

― Janet Fitch, White Oleander

A lowly cabin with potatoes is better than a hungry castle.


Is fearr bothán biamhar ná caisleán gortach.

A cabin with plenty of food is better than a hungry castle.

shimmering beneath the network of grasses: a phrase like “everything’s place”

Martin Harrison > A PATCH OF GRASS

© 2002, Martin Harrison
From: Summer

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The serene philosophy of the pink rose is steadying.  Its fragrant, delicate petals open fully and are ready
to fall, without regret or disillusion, after only a day in the sun.  It is so every summer.  One can almost
hear their pink, fragrant murmur as they settle down upon the grass: ‘Summer, summer, it will always
be summer.’

Rachel Peden

The drum makes a great fuss because it is empty. Trinidadian


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Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter.Lullabies, dreams and love ever after. Poems and songs with pipes and drums. A thousand welcomes when anyone comes. That’s the Irish for you!

There are as many paths as there are travellers.


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“When we get out of the glass bottle of our ego and when we escape like the squirrels in the cage of our personality and get into the forest again, we shall shiver with cold and fright. But things will happen to us so that we don’t know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in.”

– D. H. Lawrence

Do not let Sunday be taken from you. If your soul has no Sunday, it becomes an orphan.

– Albert Schweitzer

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“The same sun that rises over castles and welcomes the day
Spills over buildings into the streets where orphans play
And only You can see the good in broken things
You took my heart of stone, and You made it home
And set this prisoner free”

― Bethany Dillon

Oriental — Unmitigated evil is as rare As wings upon a cat, or flowers of air, As rabbits’ horns, or ropes of tortoise hair.

"Eastern Proverbs and Emblems Illustrating Old Truths"


the ordinary world  being made up of such distractions as “cats, clouds, cars, tears, opinions

foto – black cat on purple spread raleigh 2010