Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.
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A Chimpanzee cries in the cage
When I was passing the chinchilla's wire enclosure in the Zoo
I heard a deep cry like a Man's voice,
And when I turned back,
Then I saw a Chimpanzee cries in its cage;
'You resembled my eldest brother Sir
Who's shot dead in the second World War.'
*Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.
-Faith Baldwin
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Mocking freedom in cagey avenues?
[Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.]-Faith Baldwin
Fallen leaves of Autumn
Covered the old nursery road
and I pick them one by one
into my pushcart!
Nursery was closed for vacation
A squirrel rested on a bench
and the swings were chained?
It's really hard for me to climb
The Post-office hill
with this nagging sciatica pain?
But I have to send this letter
to my faraway unseen friend.
Rusty coins not sufficient
for the postage it seemed
and do they accept my letter
without a stamp?
Anyway I remember the few lines
of my new poem in the letter
and I murmured to myself
on my way back;
'I saw my bald head
in the shattered mirror
and I threw the toothless comb
into the nearby muddy river.'
To my deceased loving Mother!
(Still through your far seeing eyes I see the puzzling life Mom.)
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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You specialize in something until one day you find it is specializing in you.
quote by Arthur Miller
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A Gilded Anchor Enmeshed In Sea-Weed
A beautiful wedding dress, a wonderful gown,
a lovely pattern, a magical moment in time,
the dressmaker frowned when she heard the
wedding would be on the beach, but that’s
too bad, now she is shortening the hem and
taking the scallops away, but I’ll still have
scallops and pearls on the bodice - and a
pearly headdress
Rudi says he’ll hire a tuxedo, but he’ll roll up
the legs, leave his shoes at home, the pastor
frowned also but smiled when we showed him
the makeshift structure in which we can be
married in sand; Juliette will be a happy
bridesmaid, happily gazing at Werner
I want to carry a concoction of seaweed
and other nautical things, Rudi asked
what about a little anchor in gold and
laughed, he gave me an idea, now
we’ll see his surprise when I pitch up
carrying my gilded anchor enmeshed
in sea-weed
Juliette wanted to add a ship’s figurehead;
adding mermaids as a theme, I sternly told
her she could do that when she marries
herself, if on the beach I will assist, other-
wise she’ll have to be on her own
I can’t wait to see the dressmaker today, a
wedding on beach is the second most
wonderful idea I’ve ever had in my life –
the first one, of course, was saying yes
when Rudi proposed…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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No fashion has ever been created expressly for the lean purse or for the fat woman: the dressmaker's ideal is the thin millionaires.
quote by Katherine Fullerton Gerould
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The Dressmaker
Kate Winslet, Liam Hemsworth, Hugo Weaving, Sarah Snook, Kerry Fox, Judy Davis, Caroline Goodall, James Mackay, Shane Jacobson, Rebecca Gibney
from The Dressmaker (2015)
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I had to think long and hard about what it would imply, what it would mean. Would it mean any alterations of one's lifestyle? Or, more than that, the way that people regarded you? The way they reacted to you if you had a Sir in front of your name?
quote by Derek Jacobi
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The Dash In The Years
dramatic spans
years and years of waiting
to get exactly what you want
in what you do
you reflect the need to wait for the return
of a particular quality of light,
time of day,
or time of year,
in order to proceed
selecting the mood
waiting for the right
time to unfold
about your struggles
with uncooperative weather
or other alterations in your chosen motifs,
in your effort to record faithfully
what you see and feel
all very impressive
such excessive literalness
your only aim,
devoid of interest
early surrealizing images
to recent staccato cityscape
and suave sculptures
and refined poetry
you were never literal
because at the end
you put the last line
exactly,
truth is never exact as they always
want to see and
write about it
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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dramatic spans
years and years of waiting
to get exactly what you want
in what you do
you reflect the need to wait for the return
of a particular quality of light,
time of day,
or time of year,
in order to proceed
selecting the mood
waiting for the right
time to unfold
about your struggles
with uncooperative weather
or other alterations in your chosen motifs,
in your effort to record faithfully
what you see and feel
all very impressive
such excessive literalness
your only aim,
devoid of interest
early surrealistic images
to recent staccato cityscape
and suave sculptures
and refined poetry
you were never literal
because at the end
you put the last line
exactly,
truth is never exact as they always
want to see and
write about it
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Hope For A Reunion...
for one who believes in future reunions
departures are not
goodbyes
but merely temporary separations
for the moment
as soon as the right time comes in flashes of
light and alterations of gray and black
and dimmer
not to exclude the glimmer and the glamor
of some outburst of feelings like
lightning and sparks
we shall have the hope of meeting again
remembering
and opting to be one again with each other
like long lost friends meeting
in unexpected places of the heart
shaking hands
deciding to have coffee at the veranda
of a beach resort
sipping slowly what time is left
until then...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An occupying power has no right to make significant alterations in the character of the occupied society, to change the laws all around, without a strong security reason and so forth.
The Way To Mend A Broken Heart
first get a knife
slice a part of her breast
enough to take
away the bleeding
heart from
her
second get a needle
put the thread
third with the skill
of a dressmaker
mend the broken heart
a little sewing
there and a suture
over there
fourth return
the heart back
to its place
and then you may
leave.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Proud To Be Amongst The Crowd
There was a time,
When I referred to someone as being a fool...
I intended to offend.
Today?
I am very cautious to call anyone a fool.
Too many today,
Would think that to be a compliment.
And proud to be amongst the crowd.
I miss those days,
When being cynical and sarcastic...
Would get an eyebrow raised.
Today?
Even men are getting their eyebrows shaved,
And arched to look permanently offended.
Needless to say,
My approach has sought to seek alterations.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A final proof of our ideas can only be obtained by detailed studies on the alterations produced in the amino acid sequence of a protein by mutations of the type discussed here.
quote by Francis Crick
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Wonderful mother like you
I'd like to know how you found that energy, Mom
to do all these things you did,
To be teacher teacher teaching us life's rules
and being the best dressmaker ever.
Mom, for me you're really capable to do
anything you want.
Mom, how did you do it all at one time?
being an advicer and a very good cooker
and being fidel friend for your children.
I just can't understand that yet.
I see now it was so wonderful care, Mom
that made you come together whenever
your children would call you to hear their troubles,
your super caring made us crazy
of loving you, Mom.
..So, how can we stop loving and caring of a
......^.^ WONDERFUL MOTHER LIKE YOU ^.^....
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poem by Oussama samouna
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Now, there is always a tremendous fear of science and progressing forward into areas of the unknown and it is a valid fear. Some of the genetic alterations of food are a little edgy.
quote by Nick Nolte
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Going Against The Grain
I'm sick of all the lies,
that hypocrites use upon themselves.
I'm sick of those who create a guise,
hindering emotions in delve.
I'm sick of the world status,
and not making any alterations
I'm sick of being locked away in stratus,
where thoughts stir in libration.
poem by Paul Hankewicz
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In light of knowledge attained, the happy achievement seems almost a matter of course, and any intelligent student can grasp it without too much trouble. But the years of anxious searching in the dark, with their intense longing, their alterations of confidence and exhaustion and the final emergence into the light -- only those who have experienced it can understand it.
quote by Albert Einstein
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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLIV
We came at last, alas! I see it yet,
With its open windows on the upper floor,
To a certain house still stirring, with lights set,
And just a chink left open of the door.
Here my companion stopped and bade me in;
Her dressmaker's, she said. And I, who heard
A sound of women's voices from within,
Shrank back alarmed and ready at a word
From any damsel stoutly to deny.
But ``Madame Blanche,'' she said to ease my fears,
``Is a good soul, and far too wise to pry
Or fancy evil of her customers
At any hour of the night they choose to come,
Much less of me.'' And so I followed dumb.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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The Model
feelings are
here
guests on
my breakfast
table,
in the dark
they are crazy
dancers
playful like
disco
lights,
this is a
bright day for me
i set aside
feelings,
choke love,
and even
murder it
i want to appear
like a king to my
kin
unblemished by
the alterations
of feelings,
i am a model
of restraint
my polo shirt is
white
and my shoes are
shiny
black
i put my suit
and my tie
i pocket my smile
and
go inside my office
stiff-necked
and hurt.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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