I can't walk down the street with my head up. I'm not a hat wearer, but now I'm a hat wearer.
quote by Randy Harrison
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No one but the wearer knows where the shoe pinches.
Wit in women is apt to have bad consequences; like a sword without a scabbard, it wounds the wearer and provokes assailants.
quote by Elizabeth Montagu
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Surely it is one of the simplest laws of taste in dress, that it shall not attract undue attention from the wearer to the worn.
quote by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps
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I say beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes.
quote by Henry David Thoreau
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I say beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes.
Henry David Thoreau in Walden, 1854
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Falsehood is never so successful as when she baits her hook with truth, and no opinions so fatally mislead us, as those that are not wholly wrong; as no watches so effectually deceive the wearer as those that are sometimes right.
quote by Charles Caleb Colton
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930 Ruby Birthstone Of July
Perfect red trigonal crystals
Mined in far Mong Su in Burma
Carmine glowing inner fire
Ruby red like haemoglobin
Ruby purifies the blood stream
Saves the wearer from infection
Brings success and sanctifies you
Perfect red trigonal crystals.
Rubies - rare and blood red gemstones
Beloved of English Kings and Queens.
Colour - cut and carat make it
Perfect gift for any lady
For Ruby Wedding - forty years
Rubies tell of love's devotion
Calm our nerves and dry our tears
Rubies - rare and blood red gemstone.
Hot July has ruby birthstone
To enhance the Sun's red glow
Linked with Zodiac Sign of Cancer
Symbol - power of clear thinking
Through it focussed solar power
Into heart of ruby wearer
Giving strength for life's decisions
Hot July has ruby birthstone.
Rubies red like crimson roses
Perfect red trigonal crystals
Rubies rare and blood red gemstones
Hot July has ruby birthstone
Birthstone ruby has July hot
Gemstones red blood and rare rubies
Crystals trigonal red perfect
Roses crimson like red rubies.
Dedicated to all the PH Ladies - each one of whom
is as precious as a perfect ruby.
(John Knight - Sunny Colchester - 22 January 2010)
poem by John Knight
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How Light Those Loafers
You are not the first to 'assume'
My interest in writing...
Exposed some insight,
As to how light those loafers I wear.
I've been a boot wearer most of my life.
With a mission to accomplish...
On a path I walk alone.
And I've done this on my own.
As God has condoned it!
For someone like yourself,
Who has no life experiences under your belt...
To believe I am weak because I allow you accessibility?
Do not become tricked by your definition of weakness.
I am prepared from 'all' angles...
And spiritual dimensions,
To protect my interests.
And...
With the best of trusted guidance!
You are not the first to 'assume'
My interest in writing...
Exposed some insight,
As to how light those loafers I wear.
I do not wear loafers,
To feel light in them at all
My feet are secured,
In comfortable customed made boots!
And my fists do ball when called upon to do so!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Face Your Maker
The appearance of a face when viewing His Maker
Is like no other, is famed forever, always in stings of love.
The face guarantees us the sense to astound God
Through Remembrance and Prayer, always in joy and wonder.
Awe is present, when awe vacates it is still awe,
Heaven opened its gates to those who are welcome.
The reality behind an expression from a face
Is only known to the wearer of smiles.
God does not wear a smile for me just now
As it is my turn to swallow my food with my mouth
And resent nobody like God for not smiling at me just now.
The presentation of food I see before me is enough,
For presence of food is enough for anybody.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Street Mission
I dont know
Man, I just got here
You got me thinking
Im about to leave
Some say maybe tomorrow
New direction, hello
What I know know know
What I know know know
I walk tall
I walk in the wild wind
I love to stare
I love to watch myself grow
Someday, maybe tomorrow
New direction, hello
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
And Im promising nothing
Im just living a smile
I casually arrange it
I know...well I know know know
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
I walk tall
I walk in the wild wind
I live an image
Of plastic and gold
Some say maybe tomorrow
A resurrection, hello
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Oh...
Oh...
Oh...i need something
I need someone
I need you
Oh...Ive got something
Ive got someone
Ive got you
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Good night
song performed by by U2
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Street Missions
I don't know
Man, I just got here
You got me thinking
I'm about to leave
Some say maybe tomorrow
New direction, hello
What I know know know
What I know know know
I walk tall
I walk in the wild wind
I love to stare
I love to watch myself grow
Someday, maybe tomorrow
New direction, hello
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
And I'm promising nothing
I'm just living a smile
I casually arrange it
I know...well I know know know
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
I walk tall
I walk in the wild wind
I live an image
Of plastic and gold
Some say maybe tomorrow
A resurrection, hello
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Well I know know know
Oh...
Oh...
Oh...I need something
I need someone
I need you
Oh...I've got something
I've got someone
I've got you
Street mission
Street mission
Street mission
Good night
song performed by by U2
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Possessions Are Nine Points Of Conversation
Some people, and it doesn't matter whether they are paupers or millionaires, Think that anything they have is the best in the world just because it is theirs. If they happen to own a 1921 jalopy, They look at their neighbor's new de luxe convertible like the wearer of a 57th Street gown at a 14th Street copy. If their seventeen-year-old child is still in the third grade they sneer at the graduation of the seventeen-year-old children of their friends, Claiming that prodigies always come to bad ends, And if their roof leaks, It's because the shingles are antiques. Other people, and if doesn't matter if they are Scandinavians or Celts, Think that anything is better than theirs just because it belongs to somebody else. If you congratulate them when their blue-blooded Doberman pinscher wins the obedience championship, they look at you like a martyr, And say that the garbage man's little Rover is really infinitely smarter; And if they smoke fifteen-cent cigars they are sure somebody else gets better cigars for a dime. And if they take a trip to Paris they are sure their friends who went to Old Orchard had a better time. Yes, they look on their neighbor's ox and ass with covetousness and their own ox and ass with abhorrence, And if they are wives they want their husband to be like Florence's Freddie, and if they are husbands they want their wives to be like Freddie's Florence. I think that comparisons are truly odious, I do not approve of this constant proud or envious to-do; And furthermore, dear friends, I think that you and yours are delightful and I also think that me and mine are delightful too.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Do You Even Know Me?
Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.
Like best friends.
To trust, in the inner most exposing.
A naked body cradled lying on the ground.
Water flows freely to every extremity.
Feeling equal inside.
Throwing away every last bit of pride.
Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.
A persona amplified by class.
I want to eliminate all of it as I pass.
We are all flawed.
Why in our eyes all that is seen is rejection?
Stay away from me you have an infection.
A carcinogenic ailment.
Oh it spreads to quickly.
Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.
Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.
Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Bunion Rubber
'Bunion Rubber? '
Yes, Mah Lord.
'Who are those people in the courtyard? '
They are the folks,
Who said they did not want to hear any more mess.
Especially the mess a few years ago...
To them you wished and attempted to address.
'Then what are they doing here?
Bunion Rubber.'
They have come to seek your appearance.
In the hopes you will forgive them.
'Forgive?
Them for what? '
It seems a few called you an idiot.
Not realizing you are the one who supports,
Their income and budgets.
Those who then did not wish to hear your mess.
Did not know you possessed the keys to their treasures.
And they wish your forgiveness if...
They commenced with the licking of your boots!
'That's ridiculous.
It's totally absurd.
I am not a boot wearer.
I haven't worn boots in years.
That's how rumors get started.
And I don't like it one bit!
However...
I do have several pair of loafers,
They can pass amongst themselves...
As a start to acquire the ultimate skill of it,
From a disciplined practice.
Before anyone is allowed to touch my prized Stacy Adams.
You can deliver that message.
To uncloud any doubtful eye.
And get back to massaging my bunions.
I think I'll take my usual walk around the compound.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love Sonnet 23 Diamonds regale, in thoughts of being rare,
Diamonds regale, when thought of being rare,
In glints, beguiling, by the wearer's hand,
Hell conjures in many an envious stare,
If but this gem been plenteous as sand;
Yet quartz, may lay uncut for years,
Thereby, to hide its quaint beauty and sheen,
As though young love, whose luster best appears,
When lovers bare their true selves to be seen;
For love, is such delight for eyes that see,
A sweet feeling from which touch finds allure,
Loving is such bondage, where hearts are free,
Though not a bad habit one must endure;
......Gems mystify while men's mind deem it so,
......Like love that can fade out when hearts forgo.
.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Chocolate is As chocolate does
jay walking is a useful past-time
it keeps motorists on their toes
naturist resorts are under-rated
patchwork chique is the new vogue
golf is best played in the dark
in between clandestine vigils
dogs keep your crap out of the park
that's where I masticate on my Happy Meal
one left shoe can be deployed
by many a one-legged left foot shoe-wearer
genetic experiments with ducks and builders
only result in new careers for bare-assed web-footed wrestlers
candyfloss should never be mistaken for a beard
there will come a time when you realise you're not deceiving anyone
clowns don't like being hit
not with a shovel nor an umbrella nor a libel suit.
poem by Stephen Andrews
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Sonnet: Bare-facts
The man perfumed has body-malodor;
The oft-bather has skin that’s dirty, thick;
The wig-wearer has scalp that’s grown balder;
The selfish man has heart that’s always sick.
The white-collared has heinous crimes on list;
Aristocrat is hauled for drug abuse;
The bureaucrat has bribe-accepting wrist;
The businessman gives Income-tax excuse.
The Bank-owner shows insolvency fast;
The politician lies and twists bare-facts;
The man of pride has soon his eyes downcast;
The powerful tyrannically acts.
The man who's poor has peace of mind and heart;
The humble Muse, unlauded, dies for art.
poem by John Celes
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Out In The Street
Put on your best dress baby
And darlin, fix your hair up right
Cause theres a party, honey
Way down beneath the neon lights
All day youve been working that hard line
Now tonight youre gonna have a good time
I work five days a week girl
Loading crates down on the dock
I take my hard earned money
And meet my girl down on the block
And monday when the foreman calls time
Ive already got friday on my mind
When that whistle blows
Girl, Im down the street
Im home, Im out of my work clothes
When Im out in the street
I walk the way I wanna walk
When Im out in the street
I talk the way I wanna talk
When Im out in the street
When Im out in the street
When Im out in the street, girl
Well, I never feel alone
When Im out in the street, girl
In the crowd I feel at home
The black and whites they cruise by
And they watch us from the corner of their eye
But there aint no doubt girl, down here
We aint gonna take what theyre handing out
When Im out in the street
I walk the way I wanna walk
When Im out in the street
I talk the way I wanna talk
Baby, out in the street I dont feel sad or blue
Baby, out in the street Ill be waiting for you
When the whistle blows
Girl, Im down the street
Im home, Im out of my work clothes
When Im out in the street
I walk the way I wanna walk
When Im out in the street
I talk the way I wanna talk
When Im out in the street
Pretty girls, theyre all passing by
When Im out in the street
From the corner, we give them the eye
Baby, out in the street I just feel all right
Meet me out in the street, little girl, tonight
Meet me out in the street
Meet me out in the street
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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