If books were Persian carpets, one would not look only at the outer side. because it is the stitch that makes a carpet wear, gives it its life and bloom.
quote by Rumer Godden
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A Pocket Handkerchief To Hem
A pocket handkerchief to hem -
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!
How many stitches it will take
Before it's done, I fear.
Yet set a stitch and then a stitch,
And stitch and stitch away,
Till stitch by stitch the hem is done -
And after work is play!
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Utter Space
I come from outer space at least I think I do
I need a change of pace thats why I walk with you
Its a change up-left-one-two
In outer space
Ive had a change of heart Im tired of being the best
I need another part to make an educated guess
And help me pass the test
In outer space
In outer space
In outer space
I come from outer space at least I think I do
I need another face I need one just like you
Its a change up-left-one-two
In outer space
In outer space
In outer space
The space
Outer space
The space
In outer space
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Fading Tunes
i keep singing the same song
for the low pitch but the tune so long
i cling on to the whirling wind
never mind life at it's own speed
After all;
History buries no heroes
Age admits no zeroes
the dead are only weighty kilos
Nevertheless...
our time always comes
surely our prides always hurls
yet our wickedness ever curls
After all, We are just human
Every man with a half rib for a woman
a stitch by stitch is a full human
flesh for immortal soul makes us strong
poem by Timothy muggaga
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This Charming Man
Punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet ?
When in this charming car
This charming man
Why pamper life's complexities
When the leather runs smooth
On the passenger seat ?
I would go out tonight
But i haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said "it's gruesome
That someone so handsome should care"
A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said "return the rings"
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
I would go out tonight
But i haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said "it's gruesome
That someone so handsome should care"
Oh, la-la, la-la, la-la, this charming man ...
Oh, da-da, da-da, da-da, this charming man ...
A jumped-up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said "return the ring"
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
song performed by by Smiths
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Having the Stitch character, the villain that becomes a hero, coming from outer space, it took a very difficult and complex story and put it into a simpler, kinder time.
quote by Tia Carrere
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To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.
quote by Helen Keller
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Holy Jaunt
Two carpets, blue and black
Embroidered with sun and stars
Daily to fly to the divine destination
For me from this haven of mud
Jaunt of my joie de vivre intermitted shortly
Dieseled air and breath of bad people
Dirtied the carpets with dust and lust
Began the cleaning process to deterge
Down evacuated, up all the aqua
A volley of hydraulic pouring
Heavily beat and hammerded the carpets
Lines of clearance flashed now and then
Process over, brighter the carpets
Jiggling my joy resumed its soaring
To the interminable, untouched sanctum
The Holy Lord is supposedly dwelling
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Dress of Snow
“Dress of snow”
In a snow covered coffin
Her remains were laid to rest
Her god created a snow blanket
For one of his best
She lived a life so pure
Always thinking of others
Now a carpet of snow lay
For the mother of mothers
Not walking on a carpet of red
Her carpet was just right for her
A carpet of pure driven snow
Just as pure as her
MICMAC
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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Sometimes... Life
Sometimes…
When you are searching
For the path of honesty
Life
Makes you walk
The road
Of betrayals…
Sometimes…
When you are seeking
Truest love
Life
Makes you wear
The sandals
Of hatred…
Sometimes…
When you need
To be yourself
Life
Makes you travel
The train
Of disguises…
Sometimes…
When you long
A bullet
Life
Grants you
What you don’t require
Feathers...
poem by Carlos Gutierrez
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Live ha haaa...
Books making
Some time
Boor of life...
Life is not a book...
Some books
Helps life...
Some books
Boored life...
Life is boor...?
Relax too read
Joke books...
live ha ah ahhhaaa....
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Quiet
i hold a needle
in my fingers
and i let it fall
freeing it
from a black
thread
into a persian
carpet
i hear
the sound of its
fall
and it is so quiet.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do LoVE
Love, connection with a thing. An inner love, an outer love, an inner love, an outer love. Love given, love as source, love the connection, love the life force. No greater love, then my love, which loves all that can be loved. Love with wisdom, love with shared intent, love is what is, and with love I am sent. An inner love, an outer love, an inner love, an outer love. This love is meant to love, what is to love, and love content. Love inside, love outside, love to break away, love to divide, love to unite, love to build strength, love to have life, love to stand upon when the ground shakes. Love, connection, love deep or far out and lost, love inside remembered for a forever, love no cost.
poem by Josh Alfred
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Answer Is What
wear is sex...
in internet..
in books...
in tele vision...
in movies...
in wear is is sex...?
this is
laksh dolar question...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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I Am Mad For Love
Love is
Mad...
Every wear love...
T.v. radio,
Books...
Internet...
Every wear love...
Love is
Making at your's
Life...
Mad...
Today
Men and women...
Love all
All are mad...?
Some body
Some time
Some love
Making mad
For living life...
But...
Love is mad...!
All are love mad...?
Every budy did not
Agree it.....
I am mad for love
You...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Oh, I read good books, too, but only Earthside. Why that is, I don't really know. Never stopped to analyze it. Good books tell the truth, even when they're about things that never have been and never will be. They're truthful in a different way. When they talk about outer space, they make you feel the silence, so unlike the Earthly kind — and the lifelessness. Whatever the adventures, the message is always the same: humans will never feel at home out there.
Stanislaw Lem in More Tales of Pirx The Pilot (1983)
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The Ballad of the Carpet Bag
Ho! Darkies, don't you hear dose voters cryin'
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must get to de Poll, you must get there flyin';
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must travel by de road, you must travel by de train,
And the things what you've done you will have to explain,
And the things what you've promised, you must promise 'em again.
Pack dat carpet bag!
Hear dem voters callin!
Pack de clean boiled rag.
For there's grass in the west, and the rain am fallin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must pack up a volume of Coghlan's Figures,
Pack dat carpet bag!
And a lot o' little jokes to amuse those niggers.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must wheedle all de gals with a twinkle of your eye,
You must bob down your head when de eggs begin to fly.
Oh! those eggs what they're saving, and they'll throw 'em by and by.
Pack dat carpet bag!
Hear dem voters callin'!
Pack de clean boiled rag.
For there's grass in the west, and the rain am fallin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must get upon a stump, you must practise speakin',
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must follow Georgie Reid or Alfred Deakin.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must come to de scratch, or you're bound to fail,
For it ain't any time to be sittin' on de rail,
Or de votes that you'll get -- they won't keep you out o' jail.
Pack dat carpet bag!
Hear dem voters callin'!
Pack de clean boiled rag.
For there's grass in the west, and the rain am fallin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!
And supposin' that you're beat, and you feel like cryin',
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must hustle back to work -- just to keep from dyin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must travel second-class when you travel by de train,
For you haven't got a pass on de end of your chain,
While the other fellow's packing for de great campaign.
Pack dat carpet bag!
Hear dem voters callin'!
Pack de clean boiled rag.
For there's grass in the west, and the rain am fallin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Seek truth in meditation, not in moldy books. Look in the sky to find the moon, not in the pond.
The tailor that makes not a knot loses a stitch.