My dressing table was willed to me, with some of my furniture.
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The attitude and capacity of the factory, the old metal table and the new ideas of the wooden furniture quickly and naturally suggested the possibility of metal furniture.
quote by Donald Judd
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Dressing Up
Going under slowly
It never seems too late
Going under so slow
Dressing up to kiss
Dressing up to touch all this
I'm dressing up to dance all week
I'm dressing up to sleep
Dressing up to kiss
Dressing up to be all this
I could eat your face
I could eat all of you
Oh this night will never let me go...
Going under slowly
Never seems too late
Going under slow
You'll pick me up again
song performed by by Cure
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Your dressing table in the hall
In the house in fifth avenue
I put a small pink white marble table
below a mirror in the corridor
with a bowl with flowers standing on it
that acted as your dressing table
and as a place of display
where I saw your face smiling back at me
while you were doing your hair
teasing with curling tongs
or reflections of the rows of paintings
with the wood floor fading into the distance
and now that mirror and table
is probably still there,
but you are living alone
in that big house
and will never again
smile back into my face.
poem by Gert Strydom
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There was a note on my dressing room table that said, Call Neil Young.
quote by Carrie Snodgress
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I can make dressing - or stuffing. Y'all call it stuffing up here, we call it dressing down there. It's really good dressing. That family recipe was passed on, and I love to make that.
quote by Edie Brickell
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Harmony In Décor Extends Into Words
when furniture furnishings attain perfection
when harmony in atmosphere attains mellow light
arrange four status magazines on glass table top
poem by Terence George Craddock
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She's Determined and a Strong Willed Woman
When her mind's made up,
She doesn't fuss...
Or cry!
She's not the kind to mope around,
Or one to criticize.
With eyes that sigh.
She's not one weak who weeps.
She stands on her own two feet,
And defies,
Anyone who tries...
To fault the way she gets by.
She's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
She is determined and a strong willed woman...
Who knows what she does when it's done.
She's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
And there to sleep with me at night.
She's not one weak who weeps.
She stands on her own two feet,
And defies,
Anyone who tries...
To fault the way she gets by.
She's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
Yes she's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
And there to sleep with me at night.
When her mind's made up,
She doesn't fuss...
Or cry!
And defies,
Anyone who tries...
To fault the way she gets by.
She is determined and a strong willed woman...
Who knows what she does when it's done.
She's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
And there to sleep with me at night.
She's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
She is determined and a strong willed woman...
And defies,
Anyone who tries...
To fault the way she gets by.
She is determined and a strong willed woman...
And defies,
Anyone who tries...
To fault the way she gets by.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even on a personal note, my dressing table downstairs is crowded with things, like a mini landscape. It's a city with buildings and towers and roads. There's a pool and a little park. When I move something around it becomes a different tableau.
quote by Tony Curtis
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At a Boston signing, someone from the audience asked why I was so obsessed with furniture in my books. The question rattled around in my head. I had no idea that I was obsessed with furniture.
quote by Jonathan Carroll
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A Cup of Tea After Dad`s Death
Exactly the right colour, the perfect amount of milk
one of Mum`s specials, as we gathered round the table
in the kitchen and put the pictures together,
the blue lights and the friendly doctor, who asked
what to do with his dressing gown.
Well it was rather a nice one said Mum.
Then it all went quiet, too late to go to bed,
too early to get up.
poem by Leslie Philibert
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T'is dopier to live in dystopia' (an ode to my sister)
My sister.
can't read. nor write.
but she knows not war.
my sister.
don't feed herself right.
yet she don't deal in war.
laughing at blackadder re-runs
recital of the every word
wearing tattered dressing gowns,
is she really that disturbed? ?
my sister. can't read. nor write
her pages scrumpled, ripped,
remain bright white, exempt of blood
my sister, unlike you,
fights off war.
she plays in peace, with adder's, black
dressing down, in her dressing gowns.
in utopia
poem by Eddie Frelford
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Nature Has Donned Her Dressing Gown
Snow is falling all around
like the shaking from a heavenly sieve while
Nature has donned her dressing gown.
Silently, it cascades down
for one and all to see, and smile
Snow is falling all around.
The beauty has arrived in our little town,
And all around the countryside for miles
Nature has donned her dressing gown.
Miss Kitty peers from the snowy mound
leaping and prancing like a ballet dancer, while
Snow is falling all around.
The pond is shimmering on level ground
the reflection of her majesty, she styles
Nature has donned her dressing gown.
There is not even heard a faint sound
As she hurries down the miles
Snow is falling all around
Nature has donned her dressing gown.
(12/17/08)
(Style - Villanelle)
poem by Doris McGohon
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Cobwebs Of Dreams
The cobwebs of Dreams
It was a clear day…too clear I thought. Mother sat in the kitchen
and sunlight made her white hair into a halo. I asked her who
old she was. Ninety two, she said, knew I was trapped in a dream
as she didn’t live that long. By the slow river I saw furniture drift
along. Brother said that people who lived downstream went
upstream to buy furniture, to save on transport cost they dumped
the stuff into the river where relatives, downstream, picked it up.
Sometimes they lost a table or a commode but that’s a risk one
has to take. I knew this too was a dream, Walked along a soft road,
in a forest, but something was wrong there was a strange red light
emitting from the trees, now I was trapped inside a painting by
a mad Russian artist; luckily I had a flick knife. It is morning, that is
I think it is, sometimes the line between reality and the subconscious
merges, perhaps yesterday is today
poem by Oskar Hansen
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27 Queens Road
so this is home.
a dressing table
and a swivel chair,
a lampshade suspended
in mid air,
a second hand bookcase
with a communist flair.
so this is home.
so this is home.
the shag pile carpet,
the convector fan,
the decaying, rusty
transit van,
two saucepans and
a frying pan.
so this is home.
poem by Sherrie Tappenden
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And then, all of a sudden, you're like, all that's great and fun, but Arthur Miller's in my dressing room. This is the third night he's been here and he sits in my dressing room for an hour after each show, and talks to me for an hour. So I'm pretty spoiled right now.
quote by Peter Krause
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The Leaking Roof....
there is no use
repairing the leak of the roof
of this
house
it is raining
let it rain
let the water wet this floor
and the furniture
let us wait when will this dark night
end
when this heavy rain shall stop
on the same leak
we shall see the light that falls
on those wet floors
and furniture
it will show us the truth
and shall guide us
what to do next
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Religious Table
A table wooden to the bone cushions my side of the bone,
Tables and chairs, chairs and tables work hands and feet.
My real furnished appearance stages a welcome,
By talismans so religious and bold, and also stronger than the furniture.
The bones of a skeleton are brittle when time takes time,
Bone is sacred, bone is like a table of splendid nature.
My body is furnished with eyes and ears, faces so dear,
Letting light be knightly on the skin, with skin and skin.
The bones of religion collect by night and day,
Relics of the past demand recollection, everyday.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Window Dressing
What everyone see of us,
as we walk down the street,
is merely window dressing,
for what lies beneath.
Sometimes the ragged exterior,
holds something warm deep inside.
Sometimes we look older,
than what we really are.
No matter how people see us,
we know who we are.
Young at heart
and happy to be alive.
The rest is merely window dressing,
for our part that we play.
poem by David Harris
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The Happiness of Thanksgiving
Happy Thanksgiving
because its Thanks
giving day
And its merry Christmas
because Christmas
is on the way
Look out your window
signs of Christmas
everywhere you look
Dressing on the table
and the turkey is
Ready to cook
Its Thanks
giving and its
thankful we should be
its another blessed Thanks
giving that the lord has
allowed us to see
poem by Dorsey Baker
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An object is not first imagined or thought about and then expected or willed, but in being actively expected it is imagined as future and in being willed it is thought.
quote by Samuel Alexander
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