Don't be drab.
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You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise
You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes
And then again I'll turn down love
Having seen you again
Once more you'll disappear
My morning put to shame
You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise
You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes
And then again I'll turn down love
Having seen you again
Once more you'll disappear
My morning put to shame
Sometimes I fear that this will go on my life through
Each day I spend in an echoed vision of you
And then again I'll turn down love
Remembering your smile
My every day is spent
Thinking of you all the while
The times I've let myself down
My head's spinning round
My eyes see only you
The chances I've lost
Opportunities tossed
Away and into the blue
You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise
You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes
And then again I'll turn down love
Having seen you again
Then again you'll disappear
My morning put to shame
song performed by by Who
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Waiting
A square, squat room (a cellar on promotion),
Drab to the soul, drab to the very daylight;
Plasters astray in unnatural-looking tinware;
Scissors and lint and apothecary's jars.
Here, on a bench a skeleton would writhe from,
Angry and sore, I wait to be admitted:
Wait till my heart is lead upon my stomach,
While at their ease two dressers do their chores.
One has a probe-it feels to me a crowbar.
A small boy sniffs and shudders after bluestone.
A poor old tramp explains his poor old ulcers.
Life is (I think) a blunder and a shame.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Sunrise
You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise
You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise
You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes
You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes
And then again Ill turn down love
And then again Ill turn down love
Having seen you again
Having seen you again
Once more youll disappear
Once more youll disappear
My morning put to shame
My morning put to shame
You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise
You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise
You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes
You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes
And then again Ill turn down love
And then again Ill turn down love
Having seen you again
Having seen you again
Once more youll disappear
Once more youll disappear
My morning put to shame
My morning put to shame
Sometimes I fear that this will go on my life through
Sometimes I fear that this will go on my life through
Each day I spend in an echoed vision of you
Each day I spend in an echoed vision of you
And then again Ill turn down love
And then again Ill turn down love
Remembering your smile
Remembering your smile
My every day is spent
My every day is spent
Thinking of you all the while
Thinking of you all the while
The times Ive let myself down
The times Ive let myself down
My heads spinning round
My heads spinning round
My eyes see only you
My eyes see only you
The chances Ive lost
The chances Ive lost
Opportunities tossed
Opportunities tossed
Away and into the blue
Away and into the blue
You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise
You take away the breath I was keeping for sunrise
You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes
You appear and the morning looks drab in my eyes
And then again Ill turn down love
And then again Ill turn down love
Having seen you again
Having seen you again
Then again youll disappear
Then again youll disappear
My morning put to shame
My morning put to shame
song performed by by Who
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To be with the same person for the rest of your life just sounds so drab.
quote by Eva Longoria
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I allow myself to be understood as a colorful fragment in a drab world.
quote by Errol Flynn
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Do Your Best And Don't Worry
Compare the best of their days
With the worst of your days
You won't win
With your standards so high
And your spirits so low
At least remember ...
This is you on a bad day, you on a pale day
Just do your best and don't ...
Don't worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair
See the best of how they look
Against the worst of how you are
And again, you won't win
With your standards so high
And your spirits so low
At least remember ...
This is you on a drab day, you in a drab dress
Just do your best and don't ...
Don't worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair
Just do your best and don't ...
Don't worry, oh
The way you watch yourself is oh, so unfair
Just do your best and don't ...
Don't worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair
Just do your best and don't ...
Don't worry, oh
Do your best and don't
song performed by by Morrissey
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The writing career is not a romantic one. The writer's life may be colorful, but his work itself is rather drab.
quote by Mary Roberts Rinehart
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The world gets older, without getting either better or worse and so does literature. But I do think that the drab current phenomenon that passes for literary studies in the university will finally provide its own corrective.
quote by Harold Bloom
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Do Your Best & Dont Worry
Compare the best of their days
With the worst of your days
You wont win
With your standards so high
And your spirits so low
At least remember ...
This is you on a bad day, you on a pale day
Just do your best and dont ...
Dont worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair
See the best of how they look
Against the worst of how you are
And again, you wont win
With your standards so high
And your spirits so low
At least remember ...
This is you on a drab day, you in a drab dress
Just do your best and dont ...
Dont worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair
Just do your best and dont ...
Dont worry, oh
The way you watch yourself is oh, so unfair
Just do your best and dont ...
Dont worry, oh
The way you hang yourself is oh, so unfair
Just do your best and dont ...
Dont worry, oh
Do your best and dont ...
song performed by by Morrissey
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On Torture: A Public Singer
Torture will give a dozen pence or more
To keep a drab from bawling at his door.
The public taste is quite a different thing-
Torture is positively paid to sing.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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Haiti Lesson For Me
Each day could be my last
So I resolve to be
Determined and steadfast
To be content and happy
Whatever I may have
Life is still worthwhile
And things are not so drab
I could always give a smile
A caring word or handshake
Say a prayer here or two
Friendships there to make
And a lot of good I can do.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Drab Habitation of Whom?
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Drab Habitation of Whom?
Tabernacle or Tomb—
Or Dome of Worm—
Or Porch of Gnome—
Or some Elf's Catacomb?
poem by Emily Dickinson
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The Indescribable...
some colourful
some drab
some with fragrance
some with none
one a saint
one a sinner
once wealthy
once poor
at times high
at times low
today's flowers
tomorrows debris
whatever one may be
whoever one may be
breath connects all
as one and the same
ah, the hand of breath
that stirs and stops
in every nook and corner!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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The Moon And I
I love to walk on a summer night
with the moon above shining bright
with me in a sullen melancholic plight.
The night would be drab
with you out of sight
but I must cast aside
nagging thoughts out of mind
So why must i ponder over yesterday's flight
when here is the moon hunting me with its light?
poem by Elizabeth AcostaKuntz
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When the French Band Plays
THERE'S a military band that plays, on Sunday afternoons,
In a certain nameless city's quaint old square.
It can rouse the blood to battle with its patriotic tunes,
And still render hymns as gentle as a prayer.
When it starts 'Ave Maria' there is no one in the throng
But would doff his cap, his heart to heaven raise;
And who would shrink from combat when, with brasses sounding strong,
There is flung out on the breeze 'La Marseillaise'?
When it starts to render 'Sambre et Meuse,' the march that won the day
At the battle of the Marne, one sees again
The grey-green hosts of Hundom melt before the stern array
Of our gallant sister-ally's blue-clad men.
And when it plays our Anthem, with rendition bold and clear--
While the khaki lads stand steady--then we feel
That, though tongues and ways may vary, we've found brothers over here,
Tried in war, and in allegiance true as steel.
For it's olive-drab, horizon-blue, packed closely side by side,
Till their colors set ablaze the grey old square;
And it's olive-drab, horizon-blue, whatever may betide,
That will blaze the way to victory 'up there.'
So, while standing thus together, let us pledge anew our troth
To the Cause--the world set free!--for which we fight.
As the evening twilight gilds the ranks of blue and khaki both,
And the the bugles die away into the night
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Dogma in My Hymn
Dogma in my hymn: I am God
Dog, as a devil deified; deified, lived as a dog
Dog sex, even if fine, vexes God.
Dog's a fool: aloof as God.
Senile felines-
Was it a car or a cat I saw?
Stack cats;
Step on no pets
Drab as a fool, aloof as a bard.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Water
Casuarina! I miss you a lot.
Why don’t you reclaim this drab century
by your drooping branches,
off from the poetry of water?
The words are dried up.
No rustling sounds, the winged
creatures broke the mirrors,
a black moon.
I am walking without legs
in the sea of encounters.
The headless groom was searching his bride
amidst fallen greens.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Crow Sat On The Willow
The crow sat on the willow tree
A-lifting up his wings,
And glossy was his coat to see,
And loud the ploughman sings,
'I love my love because I know
The milkmaid she loves me';
And hoarsely croaked the glossy crow
Upon the willow tree.
'I love my love' the ploughman sung,
And all the fields with music rung.
'I love my love, a bonny lass,
She keeps her pails so bright,
And blythe she trips the dewy grass
At morning and at night.
A cotton dress her morning gown,
Her face was rosy health:
She traced the pastures up and down
And nature was her wealth.'
He sung, and turned each furrow down,
His sweetheart's love in cotton gown.
'My love is young and handsome
As any in the town,
She's worth a ploughman's ransom
In the drab cotton gown.'
He sang and turned his furrow oer
And urged his team along,
While on the willow as before
The old crow croaked his song:
The ploughman sung his rustic lay
And sung of Phoebe all the day.
The crow he was in love no doubt
And [so were] many things:
The ploughman finished many a bout,
And lustily he sings,
'My love she is a milking maid
With red rosy cheek;
Of cotton drab her gown was made,
I loved her many a week.'
His milking maid the ploughman sung
Till all the fields around him rung.
poem by John Clare
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August Cold
Oddly this August is unusually cool
Soon the kids will head back to school
Summer has mysteriously slipped on by
Leaving us empty and asking why
Soon autumn will fall across the land
Will it be mild or make a stand?
Or will it fade into winter, and leave us cold
Will its colors be drab, or brilliant and bold?
Oh, what a strange year you have been
When will things be right again?
poem by Rhonda Baker
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Re-discovery
RE-DISCOVERY
Hail the you in you
You may woo or let it woo
It is part; it is whole.
It is the centre also a pole.
It proceed s; it recedes
It is innocent
It is baudy
It is drab it is gaudy
Steer clear of the gutter
In and about you that doth matter
Blush is blush
Success is success
Ever -tightening
Even-brightening
Ever-heighteni ng.
(karnailsingh Heranwale) . s
poem by Karnail Singh Heirwale
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