All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster's autobiography.
quote by Federico Fellini
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Desperate Andy
He always holds on to his girlfriend
Thats where he likes to be
He like to wear the ball
And the chain on his neck
A false sense of security
And when he goes he goes with a smile
And when he goes he goes with a smile
And when he goes he goes with a smile
And when he goes he goes with a smile
Desperate andy a-a-a-a
Re la la la la la la
Desperate andy a-a-a-a
Re la la la la la la la la la
The world is your oyster now
You can do as you want to do
The world is your oyster now
So go out and get high
And get whatever you want to
Ma-na-na, ma-na-na,
Ma-na-na, ma-na-na
Ma-na-na, ma-na-na,
Ma-na-na, ma-na-na
He used to be a closet biker they say
A 1957 bsa
He used to collect writing paper
They wonder wonder wonder
Wonder wonder of
Desperate andy a-a-a-a
Ra la la la la la la
Isnt it dandy a-a-a-a
Ra la la la la
Desperate andy a-a-a-a
Ra la la la la la la la la la
The world is your oyster now
You can do as you want to do
The world is your oyster now
So go out and get high
And get whatever you want to
The word is your oyster now
You can do as you want to do
The world is your oyster now
So go out and get laid
And get whatever you want to
The world is your oyster
The world is yours
Its yours its yours
Its yours its yours
Its yours its yours
Its yours its yours
song performed by by Cranberries
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In the United States, there one feels free... Except from the Americans - but every pearl has its oyster.
quote by Randall Jarrell
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No good poem, however confessional it may be, is just a self-expression. Who on earth would claim that the pearl expresses the oyster?
quote by C. Day Lewis
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No good poem, however confessional is may be, is just a self-expression. Who on earth would claim that the pearl expresses the oyster?
quote by Robert Cecil Day Lewis
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Oyster Of My Heart
the love in my heart had a strange but long start.
just like an oyster starts off with a grain of sand
and others follow to give a helping hand.
so is the love that i have for you.
that grain of sand found a home where it could start to grow
and slowly it created one of the most beautiful treasures
that the world would get to know.
because it started out very slow.
the home that it was created in was a very hard shell
where it was protected until it grew big and strong
for it knew where it belonged.
and as it was opened by fellow man
there is where it took it's stand.
man opened it slowly with a knife
to protect what he knew he could find
a beauty so precius and so divine.
and with this one pearl of beauty and rarity
he put it with others for the world to see.
that just like an oyster-the love must slowly build
until the strength of it is quiet and still
this is the oyster of my heart of which
you are a very big part.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Oyster's Treasure Trove
Beneath the waves, beneath the stars,
Beneath the sunshine, too,
We'll find the raging tidal bars
That fill the oceans through.
In yonder depths, the oyster's shell
Holds fast its prize within...
For there it rests, content to swell,
Its wonders to begin.
The pearl exists without a care
Inside its Mother's arms...
Engulfed in softness, time to spare
And safe from Nature's harms.
And so it grows, till divers swim
The depths that air departs...
For there, where light itself must dim,
Are secrets that bless hearts...
The oyster rises to the sun
Where Man is known to live.
The pearl is prized out by someone,
Its special home to give.
Sometimes in silver it's been set...
Sometimes it's blessed by gold.
If so, it's lost all past regret...
What beauty we behold!
Across the world the ring is flown
Within its precious case.
It's sold on TV where it's shown
Exquisitely with grace!
A husband buys it for his wife
To celebrate their love
And so she wears it through her life
With thanks to God above...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Its A Wonderful World
(words & music by tepper - bennett)
Young as a circus parade, its a wonderful world
Pretty as pink lemonade, its a wonderful world
Life is a carnival, live it for all your worth
You are the star of the greatest show on earth
This big wide world is a clown with his nose painted red
A rainbow colored balloons dancing high overhead
Its everyones oyster, step up get your pearl
Its a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful world
This big wide world is a clown with his nose painted red
A rainbow colored balloons dancing high overhead
Its everyones oyster, step up get your pearl
Its a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful world
Its a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful world
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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My Mind Is An Oyster
The heart, can only be as open as the mind.
The mind, the creator of my world.
Not the world, but my world.
The mind, building walls.
Walls of fear, resentment and bitterness.
The spirit is trapped.
Bouncing from heart to mind.
Like a ping pong ball.
For it is my mind that is closed.
I listened to the teachings of other closed minded teachers.
They speak of a peace, they do not have.
The preach of a love, that they still seek.
The world is my oyster.
My mind is an oyster.
To find the pearl, the shell must first open up.
It is once the mind opens, I can connect to the source.
The source that tells me I am the true treasure.
I see so many closed shells.
For their pearl is as brilliant as mine.
But through the closed shell it cannot be seen.
They do not know they are just as rich as I.
So they try to take mine, because their shell is too difficult to open.
My shell is open.
I do not want your treasure for myself,
I have my own.
I am content.
I want your shell to open,
I want you and the world to see the brilliance of yours.
For it is when the mind opens,
Your true life will begin.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Touch A Dream
Once you’ve touched a dream
and know its reality,
you want to go back
and touch it again and again.
You want to feel the warmth
that dream made you feel inside,
feel that lighter than air feeling
that you couldn’t hide.
Once you’ve touched a dream
and know its reality,
you’ve sipped the golden nectar
from an every growing vine.
Your world has become and oyster
with a pearl inside
and that pearl is your dream
that will never subside.
30 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Pearls
A pearl in an ocean of dreams,
What can I say, shot the beams?
A pearl in an ocean of hopes,
All I got was a lot of nopes.
A pearl in an ocean of fears,
Just hand me the beers.
Why a pearl in an ocean,
It has no motion?
(The pearl in me, it's my birthstone.)
poem by Andrea Szyhowski
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Black Pearl
Black Pearl
Black Pearl is my new car,
I have driven her quite far.
Up to South Carolina
and then on to the Midwest,
Black Pearl held up the very best.
She was a blessing sent to me,
she arrived on September 23.
I had to go out of town,
Car salesmen didn’t want me to breakdown.
So he gave me a sweet deal,
I got in Black Pearl on drove off with a thrill.
Black Pearl took me to Texas during Christmastime,
I visited with family and made it back just fine.
On way back stopped in Oklahoma to see friend,
this was all in year 2010.
Now Black Pearl is still with me,
I make she is maintained and she drives me safely.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 3,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Paper Chains
The first snow of the year
& you lying between my breasts
in my husband's house
& the snow gently rising in my throat
like guilt,
& the windows frosted over
as if etched by acid.
You have come from the desert
& have left a little sand
between my legs
where it rubs & rubs
& secretes a milky fluid,
finally a poem
or a pearl.
I am your oyster shell,
your mother of pearl
gleaming like oil on water
for two hours on a snowy day.
'Poets fall in love to write about it!'
I said in my brittle way,
& told you about other loves to tempt you
& heard your siren songs of old affairs.
I fall in love as a kind of research project.
You fall in love as some men go to war.
What tanks!
What bombs!
What storms of index cards!
I am binding up your legs with carbon ribbon.
I tied you to the bed with paper chains.
poem by Erica Jong
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Slate World Her Oyster
such style pride in the walk
of an alluring young woman
personality sexuality poised
model legs confidence strides
slate world her oyster she a pearl
open to youth's opportunities
strutting flash photography rarified
her own submissive centre sage catwalk
a model fashion statement spotlighted
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Healing
My precious child, sleep well tonight.
Safe in the knowing of everything right.
Your world is your oyster, and you are its' pearl.
She'll nurture and guide you, as your dreams unfurl.
As your gentle spirit reclaims how to grow,
oceans of angels you'll come to know.
The moon and sun over, with love light your course.
And the stars of your memories, give you your voice.
Be still now my angel,
rest safe in the arms,
of lifes many treasures,
its' joys and its' charms.
poem by Karen Delaney
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Just Been Born
My heart opened like an oyster shell
I drank salt water from you lips
And just below the equator
I swallowed the pearl
And I feel, and I feel, and I feel
Like Ive just been born
And the sea rolled in and rose around us
Your face above me, darkening the stars
And as the waves were breaking out along the reef
I dived for your heart
And I feel, and I feel, and I feel
Like Ive just been born
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Make - Believe
The skin drifts:
explores the trash:
Atlast the path was liberated.
Each leaf becomes a face
of a felled tree
outside the wisdom;
you make death
on water.
Accidental –
reversal of pathology,
a hospital expires in bed;
peace was shattered
in the womb of an oyster.
No pearl was found.
Communicating
with void, you reach the door of truth,
requesting to meet the core thought.
Turned down. You think.
Therefore I tell a lie
to bluff the god.
poem by Satish Verma
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Stalks no bar
As lotus, fair and lovely,
By water is not soiled
She, frail and comely
By birth is not spoilt.
As pearl, fine and glossy,
By oyster is not bruised
She, tender and brainy,
By class is not sullied.
As melon, lush and succulent,
By draught is not shrunken
She, deft and nimble,
By penury is not sunken.
By beauty, grace and dexterity
Is love well nourished;
By poverty, traits and parentality
Is love not eclipsed.
Otherwise it is not love
06.06.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I love songs that are very autobiographical.
quote by Alanis Morissette
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Few writers are willing to admit writing is autobiographical.
quote by Terry McMillan
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My work is purely autobiographical... It is about myself and my surroundings.
quote by Lucian Freud
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