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Spider Silk
Its lining is that of silk,
Like a from a spider,
For it their spiders are webbing
To determine for the workers to liven their salary.
To test an exam for the student,
Who lightens the silk for the dress he was given
By the tailor.
He exchanged the silk of a spider for its spit.
Spit has venom.
Student is dead from silk.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Dignity does not consist in possessing honors, but in deserving them.
Elegance does not consist in putting on a new dress.
quote by Coco Chanel
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Dignity
Dignity is what we want,
As human beings on this earth;
Dignity is what we can’t,
Give up anyway since birth.
Dignity is innate right,
God has bestowed man, He made;
Dignity is cause to fight
When employees get under-paid.
Dignity, all need always
At home, at school and one’s work-place;
Dignity for human race,
Men must guarantee all days.
Dignity in livelihood,
Receive should all citizens;
Dignity in dying too,
World must assure everyone.
Dignity is what we need
In life on earth and when we die;
Dignity is good indeed
For creatures born under the sky.
Dignity for man and beast
Is a must for all, west / east;
Dignity for anyone
Shouldn’t be denied, any time!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-26-2006
poem by John Celes
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to the poor woman I love
I bought you a dress
Wear it
You are so beautiful
In it
You stand
And I will look
At you
You turn to the left
And to the right
And then
I ask you
To raise your head
With dignity
You will speak
To me
The words
I write on the letter
I sent with the
Money
You must say
You love me
Then I will
Bow before you
Inside this room
I will ask you
To take out the dress
Again
I want to see
This time
If you are
Already real
But you may
Not
If you don’t
Really like
It, so I can
Now take
my honest
exit..
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I bought you a dress
Wear it
You are so beautiful
In it
You stand
And I will look
At you
You turn to the left
And to the right
And then
I ask you
To raise your head
With dignity
You will speak
To me
The words
I write on the letter
I sent with the
Money
You must say
You love me
Then I will
Bow before you
Inside this room
I will ask you
To take out the dress
Again
I want to see
This time
If you are
Already real
But you may
Not
If you don’t
Really like
It, so I can
Now take
my honest
exit..
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What should move us to action is human dignity: the inalienable dignity of the oppressed, but also the dignity of each of us. We lose dignity if we tolerate the intolerable.
quote by Dominique de Menil
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If you dress in gold or silk, you are still the same green grocer.
A silk dress doesn't mean clean undergarments.
Song
I.
Strive not, vain lover, to be fine;
Thy silk's the silk-worm's, and not thine:
You lessen to a fly your mistriss' thought,
To think it may be in a cobweb caught.
What, though her thin transparent lawn
Thy heart in a strong net hath drawn:
Not all the arms the god of fire ere made
Can the soft bulwarks of nak'd love invade.
II.
Be truly fine, then, and yourself dress
In her fair soul's immac'late glass.
Then by reflection you may have the bliss
Perhaps to see what a true fineness is;
When all your gawderies will fit
Those only that are poor in wit.
She that a clinquant outside doth adore,
Dotes on a gilded statue and no more.
poem by Richard Lovelace
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Strive Not, Vain Lover
I.
Strive not, vain lover, to be fine;
Thy silk's the silk-worm's, and not thine:
You lessen to a fly your mistriss' thought,
To think it may be in a cobweb caught.
What, though her thin transparent lawn
Thy heart in a strong net hath drawn:
Not all the arms the god of fire ere made
Can the soft bulwarks of nak'd love invade.
II.
Be truly fine, then, and yourself dress
In her fair soul's immac'late glass.
Then by reflection you may have the bliss
Perhaps to see what a true fineness is;
When all your gawderies will fit
Those only that are poor in wit.
She that a clinquant outside doth adore,
Dotes on a gilded statue and no more.
poem by Richard Lovelace
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All I Want For Christmas
All I want for Christmas,
Is my dignity.
My dignity,
You took from me!
All I want for Christmas,
Is my dignity.
Freed from a greed,
You deceived!
'You wicked lowlife slithering leeches.'
All I want for Christmas,
Is my dignity.
My dignity,
You took from me!
All I want for Christmas,
Is my dignity.
Freed from a greed,
You deceived!
~Daddy?
Do you think that is an appropriate song for Santa?
Maybe 'Jingle Bells'?
You can do 'Jingle Bells' and I'll send 'that'
With my letter to the North Pole.
Record it over, please Daddy, please.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dark Dreams
Even to this day dark dreams haunt me. Once said by a friend that it was all inside my head. Dark places Dark beings and dead angels are what these dreams consist of.
Screams and deathly cries all because of the Dark king daimao inside. I watch as the innocent get killed and I sand there in a fiery ring. Dark Dreams are what my night consist of..
poem by Joe Johnson
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We create an environment where it is alright to hate, to steal, to cheat, and to lie if we dress it up with symbols of respectability, dignity and love.
quote by Whitney Young
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Dignity Demands...
dignity demands...
i be who i am,
i stand for what i am,
and i do so with respect!
dignity demands...
i see others for who they are,
that i accept them for who they are,
and do so with respect!
dignity demands...
that i live freedom and equality,
bound by no man nor creed,
and that i live with respect.
dignity demands...
that i do this job,
of living and giving well...
knowing respect brings respect!
dignity demands...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Although the monkey might dress in silk, monkey it still is.
If you put a silk dress on a goat, he is a goat still.
Dress the monkey in silk and it is still a monkey.
I Like To Believe In Reincarnation
i imagine a room
and you are alone,
i do not like to hear a sound of weeping,
do not
weep,
silence is more decent,
it wears the fabric of dignity
a suffering with dignity
the one with eyes that stare at the incoming death
without blinking
the courage of blood corpuscles
that keeps on circulating despite the inevitability of an
ending
there is a travel that has no destination
if we choose to
it is like changing clothes
because we believe in the series of occasions
some wise guys call it a cycle
now, tomorrow, tonight
early morning
noon, the fading of the sun
the shining moments
of little glories
we must believe this
in order not to be shocked by constant endings
it is like a window
where from time to time we set aside
a silk fabric
with tiny embroidered flowers
we open it
when we like it
and when we are tired
we close it
just that.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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