J. Patrick Lewis Quotes & Sayings

Poetry is prose, bent out of shape. — J. Patrick Lewis

The Ladybug wears no disguises.
She is just what she advertises.
A speckled spectacle of spring,
A fashion statement on the wing ...
A miniature orange kite.
A tiny dot-to-dot delight. — J. Patrick Lewis

The Book Booth
There's not a big selection,
It's not locked for protection,
But at the intersection
Of Booth and Telephone,
Two customers politely
Can snuggle in it (tightly)
And go once over (lightly)
The books they'd like to own.
"Readcycle" means you leave one -
A book you love. Retrieve one ...
Who knows? You might receive one
You haven't read before.
Hats off to the committee
For such an itty-bitty
Library in the city,
Which proves that less is more. — J. Patrick Lewis

I won't be sad too often, If they bury me in the library With bookworms in my coffin. — J. Patrick Lewis

Poetry is perfect verbs hunting for elusive nouns. — J. Patrick Lewis

Libraries
Are
Neccessary
Gardens,
Unsurpassed
At
Growing
Excitement — J. Patrick Lewis

Please bury me in the library
With a dozen long-stemmed proses — J. Patrick Lewis

The rat is the moustache in the trache. The wrongdoer in the soer. — J. Patrick Lewis

Spotted Park Bench
I am a park bench.
Ordinary words cannot
express my thoughts on birds. — J. Patrick Lewis

Poetry is frosted fire. — J. Patrick Lewis

A great book is a homing device
For navigating paradise.
A good book somehow makes you care
About the comfort of a chair.
A bad book owes to many trees
A forest of apologies. — J. Patrick Lewis

Poetry is the tunnel at the end of the light. — J. Patrick Lewis

I have always believed that poems beg to be read aloud, even if the reader is in a world all her own. — J. Patrick Lewis

The Universal Turtle Verse
I spend the day nibbling rent-free
Underneath the Giving Tree.
Me, Rirty Dat and Snerry Jake
Show Runny Babbit how to make
Up verses. Then I lug my hump
(Careful not to bump the Glump)
Into the woods to trade a word
With the argle-bargle bird:
Nuthatch wisely recommends,
Find out where the sidewalk ends. — J. Patrick Lewis