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A lady came up to me on the street and pointed to my suede jacket. 'You know a cow was murdered for that jacket' she sneered. I replied in a psychotic tone, 'I didn't know there were any witnesses. Now I'll have to kill you too.'
quote by Jake Johanson
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A Woman’s Jacket
She thought that I
Was a simple servant
To hang a woman’s jacket
When she enters a room,
To remain downcast
Despite the aroma of her perfume.
I had no desire to undeceive her;
I happened to be there
To visit her husband,
A friend from a former life,
But once I saw his wife,
I had no intentions
To become reacquainted with him.
I gazed at the splendor of her hair,
The majesty of her shoulders,
The elegant way she walked.
I then took her perfumed jacket
Like an obliging servant
And swiftly slipped out of the house
With that jacket and my lovely thoughts.
Perhaps, in a few more years,
I’ll attempt to visit my friend again.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Tech Jacket shares the same tone as Invincible, but the subject matter is very different. Where Invincible is about perfection, Tech Jacket is about flaws.
quote by Robert Kirkman
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Bipolar Weather
My state is bipolar
One day it's 70 out side
The next its below freezing and snowing
If you wear a jacket one day, your gonna die from a heat wave
The if you don't wear a jacket one day, your gonna freeze like a popsicle and die of
Hypothermia
Make up your mind
poem by Autumn Winds
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Sometimes We Cry (feat. Van Morrison)
Sometimes we know
Sometimes we don't
Sometimes we give
And sometimes we won'y
Sometimes we're strong
And sometimes we're wrong
Sometimes we cry
Sometimes we cry
Sometimes it's bad
When the going gets tough
Help me look in the mirror
Help me wanna give up
Sometime you know leave it
Want to try
Sometimes we cry
Well we gonna have to sit down
And think it through
Yeah, if we only hear them
What more can we do
The only thing to do
Is eat humble pie
Sometimes we cry
Sometimes we cry
For they put me in a jacket (For they put me in a jacket)
Take me away (Take me away)
I ain't gonna fake it (I ain't gonna fake it)
Not like Johny Rain ( Not like Johny Rain)
Sometimes we live (Sometimes we live)
Sometimes we die (Sometimes we die)
Sometimes we cry (Sometimes we cry)
Sometimes we can't (Sometimes we can't)
See everything straight (See everything straight)
Sometimes everybody ( Sometimes everybody)
Is on the make (Is on the make)
Sometimes we cry (Sometimes we cry)
For they put me in a jacket (For they put me in a jacket)
Take me away (Take me away)
I ain't gonna fake it (I ain't gonna fake it)
Not like Johny Rain ( Not like Johny Rain)
Sometimes we live (Sometimes we live)
Sometimes we die (Sometimes we die)
Sometimes we cry (Sometimes we cry)
Sometimes we live (Sometimes we live)
Sometimes we die (Sometimes we die)
Sometimes we cry (Sometimes we cry)
(There we go) Sometimes we live (Sometimes we live)
Sometimes we die (Sometimes we die)
Sometimes we cry
Sometimes we live (Sometimes we live)
Sometimes we die (Sometimes we die)
Sometimes we cry (Sometimes we cry
song performed by by Tom Jones
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Birds Fly
A little too tall for me
Beautiful flowing hair
Over a tailored jacket
Purse and matching - - - - - -
Those long legs
Then she turned
I saw the face with
The same sharp crisp lines
The rest of her had promised
She went walking by - - - - -
Not for me
Just to get by
The strides
The way her jacket swung
Draping her as she walked
It was like watching a bird
Through your shaded window
As it pauses on your lawn
Unless something makes a noise
Then birds fly
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Gold-Tipped Boots, Black Jacket And Tie
I'm battered and bruised. I got lines I can't use.
My head won't deliver. Well, I'm sold down the river.
But I'm turning again.
And I'm turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, I've been second to none:
this horse was ready to run.
Now I'm has-been and used:
disarmed and de-fused
but I'm turning again.
Yes, 'n' I'm turning again.
I'm turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
I'm egg over-easy
and I'm washing-up squeezy.
Appliance for sale:
fat wind in your sail
and I'm turning again.
Well, I'm turning again.
Yes, 'n' I'm turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, I'm turning again
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Gold-tipped Boots, Black Jacket & Tie
Im banered and bruised. I got lines I cant use.
My head wont deliver. well, Im sold down the river.
But Im turning again.
Yes, 'n Im turning again.
Well, Im turning again.
And Im turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, Ive been second to none:
This horse was ready to run.
Now Im has-been and used:
Disarmed and de-fused
But Im turning again.
And Im turning again.
Yes, 'n Im turning again.
Im turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Im egg over-easy
And Im washing-up squeezy.
Appliance for sale:
Fat wind in my sail
And Im turning again.
Yes, 'n Im turning again.
Well, Im turning again.
Yes, 'n Im turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, Im turning again.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Bleeding Rose
red streaks run along the
edges of the white petals
like the ones that run down her arms
trickling slowly down the stem
and to the floor
like the tears she sheds every
second of the day
the red stains upon the
leaves unwashed
the red stains upon her fingers
untouched
red stained carpet and
red stained cloths
a jacket worn at all times
a black jacket covering the scars
red puddles left behind
and a Bleeding Rose
poem by Chessney Ferguson
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A Habit
I always have a habit
of wearing long sleeves
and a coat or jacket
never mind the weather.
When it is really hot,
my coat or jacket stays on.
Often I look around and see
people looking at me,
and then start melting underneath the heat.
They keep saying that it’s hot.
I, myself feel nice and cool;
they can never understand it
and say I should be melting too.
I just smile and carry on.
My normal answer is
that I burn easily.
Which incidentally I do,
but if I wrap up like a mummy
I don’t burn at all,
in fact I always feel rather cool.
10 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Sometimes We Cry
Sometimes we know, sometimes we dont
Sometimes we give, sometimes we wont
Sometimes were strong, sometimes were wrong
Sometimes we cry
Sometimes its bad when the going gets tough
When we look in the mirror and we want to give up
Sometimes we dont even think well try
Sometimes we cry
Well were gonna have to sit down and think it right through
If were only human what more can we do
The only thing to do is eat humble pie
Sometimes we cry
fore they put me in a jacket, and they take me away
Im not gonna fake it like johnnie ray
Sometimes we live, sometimes we die
Sometimes we cry
Sometimes we cant see anything straight
Sometimes everybody is on the make
Sometimes its lonely on the lost highway
Sometimes we cry, sometimes we cry
Gonna put me in a jacket, and take me away
Im not gonna fake it like johnnie ray
Sometimes we live, sometimes we die
Sometimes we cry, sometimes we cry
Sometimes we live, sometimes we die
Sometimes we cry, sometimes we cry
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Naked Dice
The orange horizon has but briefly glowed,
And Dice dons her jacket, her only clothes,
And begins her departure for her nearby abode.
Her nightly motive, only the Creator knows.
Because of her spots and freckles everywhere,
Dice, I call her, and nothing more.
Nightly, her footsteps are on my stair.
She’s in no more than a jacket, at my door.
She poses and pokes her nakedness,
As if it was her own invention.
And we spend the night in silent bliss,
For which I give more than honorable mention.
Her delicate figure gleams like the moon.
And in the twilight, erotic display,
As quaint as a familiar tune,
Embellishes my evenings in this way.
Daybreak always seems too near,
For it means her parting, my dear Dice.
So I thank the Creator that she is here,
Dashing the night’s darkness with sugar and spice.
poem by Albert Price
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Elegy to Imagination
It seems it was just yesterday
When a tree
Was not a tree
Trees were in fact
Giants
Was it really that long ago
When my daddy
Was not only a daddy
But a superhero
A knight in shining armor
And a horse, all in one day
And boxes
Oh how wonderful they were
They were cars
And houses and trains
And beds and so much more
But now,
A tree is a tree
My dad is a dad
And a box
Sadly
Is a box
Where hath this imagination gone?
When did it disappear?
I'm not completely sure
Somewhere between childhood
And the present
But I have a passport
Back to the imagination
Of my childhood
When it gets dark
And the walls close in
At least my jacket
Is not a jacket
For a split second
It is a monster
But after a split second
I run out of time
And I am back
To the reality
That jackets are jackets
And boxes are boxes
Oh, how i miss
When boxes were train
poem by Mollie Myers
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Study in Red
Red - and blue
And oh so true
Hot - jazz - flash
And gold-toned sax
Relaxed and breaking through.
Red - and gray
City day and night
Passed through - righteously
To passing few who
Come in bright.
Red - and black
Man in red velvet jacket
Smooth and sharp and
Laugh - dark - hello
For come and go.
Red - and white
Lady in black
Jacket - so right
And new and playing
Bright white and black
With who can do it
Righteous and true.
Red - and gold
All love is sold
And time enfolds
Dreams of morning horn
To forewarn a passing few.
Of hot - jazz - flash
And midnight past
Believing in no true
Sound but Red
And blue.
poem by Christine Natale
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My girlfriend bought me a down jacket, she said it fit my personality.
quote by Jay London
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I met a King this afternoon!
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I met a King this afternoon!
He had not on a Crown indeed,
A little Palmleaf Hat was all,
And he was barefoot, I'm afraid!
But sure I am he Ermine wore
Beneath his faded Jacket's blue—
And sure I am, the crest he bore
Within that Jacket's pocket too!
For 'twas too stately for an Earl—
A Marquis would not go so grand!
'Twas possibly a Czar petite—
A Pope, or something of that kind!
If I must tell you, of a Horse
My freckled Monarch held the rein—
Doubtless an estimable Beast,
But not at all disposed to run!
And such a wagon! While I live
Dare I presume to see
Another such a vehicle
As then transported me!
Two other ragged Princes
His royal state partook!
Doubtless the first excursion
These sovereigns ever took!
I question if the Royal Coach
Round which the Footmen wait
Has the significance, on high,
Of this Barefoot Estate!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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I'm a Hollywood writer, so I put on my sports jacket and take off my brain.
Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.
quote by William Golding
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