the game doesn't end until dawn

The peaches are done for the year
There weren't all that many peaches
But they were sweet and well-formed
The apple-pear tree is heavily laden
And treats me with new delights everyday
The lemon tree mocks me like an unruly teenager
A few days ago I was watering the garden
And a hummingbird hovered and watched me
I spoke to it but it made no attempt at a reply
So I am aimed the hose straight up at the sun
And watched through the spray as a rainbow formed
I am measuring my life with the things that I grow

James Lee Jobe 

There are men running the government that shouldn't be allowed to play with matches. 

Will Rogers

Johnny Cash, Rusty Cage

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This valley - looking around, you would think the birds owned the place.

James Lee Jobe

Ars Poetica, a poem by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH

My father, your game was quite evil.
Your clothes were sleek, dapper,
and you were trim, lean, well groomed,
and as smooth as polished steel.
Your cologne was velvet and silk,
and your voice was a rich chocolate.
When you walked, it was slow, sexual,
like a foreign dance, and you moved
through a room in such a manner
that every woman had to notice you.
There was no way to avoid you.
Were they married? Young? Old? Slender?
Round? Well heeled? Dirt poor?
Things like that never mattered at all.
They were women, the nest of desire,
they were just a game to be played,
and if you could speak to them,
dance with them, drink with them --
That is how your game began.
And the game didn't end until dawn.

James Lee Jobe

Eating the Moon in Cotulla, TX, a poem by Analicia Sotelo

Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living In better conditions. 

Hafez

When you don't feel the need to be perfect you give yourself room to be really good. 

James Lee Jobe

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