I think it would be better if nobody owned anything, but they didn't starve. Had enough paint and enough pianos and everything else.
quote by Arthur Boyd
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It was a very odd household, because the grandmothers were so different. Both of them had their own pianos. So it would be duelling pianos by grandmothers.
quote by Diane Cilento
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Paint Me Down
Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down
Im walking into studio
Consider strange appeal
Paint me in the home
Im brushing up on sketchbook
Designs for love unreal
Paint me in the home
Oil and skin youll need to buy it
Consider what I mean
She sinks beneath thr moving pictures
Prepare the brush for me
Im craving with this need
Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down
Im soaking up the surface
Conceaiving new idea
Paint me in the home
Shes oiling up her subject
But all still life is here
Paint me in the home
All the boys with framed dimension
A cover up on lust
Hell take his pain and paint it over
Prepare the brush for me
Im craving with this need
Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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As It Was And As It Is
You didn't see her nakedness so,
Don't paint her nakedness;
You didn't see her face so,
Don't paint her face;
You didn't see her breasts so,
Don't paint her breasts;
Rather, tell her story as it was and as it is!
And always try to tell the truth,
For the truth about life is always much needed.
This case around needs the facts and the truth,
This muse around needs your help and your truth,
So tell the story of what you really saw about her!
And, nothing but the truth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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May Wind
I said, "I have shut my heart
As one shuts an open door,
That Love may starve therein
And trouble me no more."
But over the roofs there came
The wet new wind of May,
And a tune blew up from the curb
Where the street-pianos play.
My room was white with the sun
And Love cried out in me,
"I am strong, I will break your heart
Unless you set me free."
poem by Sara Teasdale
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Paint my eyes in flowers
paint my hands in dragons
paint my back in windings
paint my arms in lightening
paint my neck in anks
my forehead intricate lines
paint my shoulder butterflies
paint my heart in henna
in henna of red in henna of black
body paint my heart
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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In the past, if I didn't work, I didn't eat but now I feel I can not work and I won't starve.
quote by Mark Strong
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Politician
Can you make and figure it out?
Who it can be and probably what about?
Round face, clumsy body with belly out
We can easily think and make it out
“What is secret of your being in field?
Is it money, fame or power to yield? ”
I parried question to a well-known leader
Who was considered to be a well known cheater
He boosted him self by arrogant words
Good oratory and words was his sword
No respect for ordinary man’s world
Lukewarm response and attitude cold
They may differ and raise the slogans
Threaten with demonstration and attack with gun
I shall stick to the position and never budge
How can they decide my future and judge?
I am not sage or holy saint
People may starve and in street faint
Media may publish and bad figure paint
What it will do……………………
People may starve as prices soar
I will shed tears but lions like roar
There may be hue, cry and uproar
I will curse the luck but blessings shower
What do I know about national honour?
Money and fame is only need of an hour
I shall have domestic as well as foreign tours
It will be at the cost of exchequer and yours
National wealth will be simply siphoned
Unknown wealth amassed and assets owned
No one may dare to raise the question
Everybody is same so out of question
I may last long and nothing to fear
Insult, shame and blame I bear
So many accusations I may come across and hear
I will cry with people but shedding crocodile tears
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Paint body art beautiful
her majesty the hand
with nail graffiti polish
pain in henna red
paint in henna black
paint paint my heart
paint body art faithful
faithful to the strokes
paint in strokes divine
paint in strokes of red
paint in strokes of black
paint paint my heart
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Sonnet: Whither Thy Art, Man?
Yes, men and women, paint their eyelashes,
And dye their hair in hues and paint their nails;
And wear head-bands, multi-colored sashes,
And paint the tortoises and shells of snails.
Some paint their bodies fully or one-half;
Some paint their country’s flag over their face;
Some look like leopards, lions, clowns that laugh;
Some tattoo pictures or paint words so base.
Some paint their naked bodies as if dressed
Or apply stickers of men, Gods or beast;
Their art on human skins looks to them best
And dance in ritual for a sumptuous feast.
The art of man has gone so crazy now,
For men paint Dogs, cats, cattle, also cow.
poem by John Celes
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Paint
Don't paint me red,
Red is for bold women that use cheap scent
Don't paint me blue
Blue is for sadness and regret
Don't paint me green
Green is for envy and not to be seen
Don't paint me black
black is for the night and I love the light
Don't paint me white
White is for virgins and me, I love a flirtin'
Don't paint me orange
Orange is vile and I have some style
Don't paint me brown or grey or cream
these colours are boring and really not me.
Paint me in silver, platinum or gold
so I remain precious as I grow old.
poem by Ruth Walters
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My Devil You Were
I keep telling myself that I don't need you
but you keep whispering in my ear telling me that I do
and I believe you
I believe everything you say
even though it was everything you said
I paint the picture of you on my white ceiling when I'm lying alone in my bed
I paint the picture of you on my white ceiling when I'm lying alone in my bed
Because no other girl has been here since you left
and for no other girl have I shead a tear, I'm all cried out I have none left
cause I know you love to think that you took them all
but they were gone long before
for you I didn't watch a single one fall, I was never alive I was already dead
I paint the picture of you on my white ceiling when I'm lying alone in my bed
I paint the picture of you on my white ceiling when I'm lying alone in my bed
and I paint it red
I paint it red
the colour of blood shows that it is already dead
I keep telling myself that I don't need you
but you keep whispering in my ear telling me that I do
and I believe you
I believe everything is red
even though it was everything you said
I paint the picture of you on my white ceiling when I'm lying alone in my bed
and it is all red
he paints it red
my picture of his horns it shows its now never dead.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Paint Nothing
My wintertime came fast I gave you a drawing pad,
And then you told me,
You didn't like looking closely.
You don't like walking home,
You're not sure who you are,
And no-one knows about your scar.
But I told you to shut up once,
Because you're never there,
And you're too old to be scared.
Cause I've been in lots of these,
Bad, bad situations.
Paint nothing now.
Paint nothing now.
The summertime came fast you still had your drawing pad,
But you told me,
You couldn't see me correctly.
We don't like holding hands,
We don't like playing guitar,
And no-one knows about your scars.
But I've been in, lots of these,
Bad, bad situations.
And you never get out of this : Easily!
Cause I've been in lots of these,
Bad, bad situations.
Paint nothing now.
Paint nothing now.
Send me here send me there,
Repetitions in the air.
Send me here send me there,
Repetitions in the air
song performed by by Idlewild
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I said to my friends that if I was going to starve, I might as well starve where the food is good.
quote by Virgil Thomson
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When you're starting out as an actor, there isn't much food around. I was lucky to have a hit pretty early on. I didn't starve too long.
quote by Steve Guttenberg
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Dream Images
if I painted pictures
I would paint dream images
I would paint visions of inner mind's eye
I would paint life in veils swirling kaleidoscopic moods
I would paint canvasses imprinting fabric expanding universes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Say With Fingers Crossed
Woke up this morning,
didn’t seize the moment well,
defeat was every corner,
whichever way I took.
It started with a blood test;
you know the type
where you have to starve yourself
for twelve hours.
The one where they can test
your cholesterol.
It wasn’t until I got there I found
there was two test you can have.
One you can’t eat anything
and with the other one you can
I was down for the latter
and I didn’t know.
I starved myself
only to find I didn’t need to.
Then I changed my Internet Supplier
and had problems one after the other.
The day was beginning
to look like another total disaster.
The more I tried,
the worse it got.
Eventually after a lot of trial and error
and almost pulling out my hair.
The problems resolved themselves
when it was time to go to bed.
Tomorrow can only get better,
I say with fingers crossed.
12 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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Didnt Know
Didn't know what you had
Until you lost it
Didn't know what you own
Until you got it
Didn't know of your sins
Until you fought it.
Didn't know what you needed
Until you sought it.
Didn't know your lies
Until someone spoke them
Didn't know of the truth
Until someone wrote them
Didn't remembered your dreams
Until someone awoke them
Didn't know they died
Until someone chocked them.
Didn't know you had guilt
Until you cried
Didn't know you felt sadness
Until you tried to hide
Didn't know you felt shame
Until you lied
Didn't know you believed in GOD
Until you asked him why.
Didn't know you felt sorrow
Until you shed a tear
Didn't know that you were scared
Until I saw your fear
Didn't know that you hated
Until you were near
Didn't know that you were unhappy
Until you looked in a mirror.
Didn't know who you truly were
Until your ways you sewed
Didn't know that you were evil
Until the truth was showed
Didn't know you did this before
Until I saw all of your woe
Didn't know who you really were
Though I wished then I did know.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Listen To Yourself
It is all in the open now!
And I hope you are not feeling,
Too ridiculous.
Listen to yourself.
What are you saying to me today,
That I didn't say to you yesterday?
Or the day before?
There is a difference though.
When I told you I could no longer afford,
To keep paying for things that didn't make me happy...
You laughed.
Even more so when I walked away.
Telling you to stay and keep your traps intact.
Remember that?
Your traps were repossessed.
I thought you told me you owned them?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even during the rationing period, during World War II, we didn't have the anxiety that we'd starve, because we grew our own potatoes, you know? And our own hogs, and our own cows and stuff, you know.
quote by James Earl Jones
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Paint Brush
We forget
We’re humans in disguise
We lust for angels
We lust for demons
We cannot exorcise the human inside.
We paint a layer of lies
No water can wash it off
Human doesn’t let paint spread
In the end humans peel paint off.
Some are left buried
With paint left unpeeled
The paint dries away
But human never dehydrates.
We may paint on thorns,
But flowers we remain inside.
poem by Mehreen Mujeeb
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