I wish I had invented blue jeans. They have expression, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity - all I hope for in my clothes.
quote by Yves Saint Laurent
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I have often said that I wish I had invented blue jeans: the most spectacular, the most practical, the most relaxed and nonchalant. They have expression, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity - all I hope for in my clothes.
quote by Yves Saint Laurent
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Jeans On
When I wake up in the mornin light
I pull on my jeans and I feel all right
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
Its the weekend, and I know that youre free
So pull on your jeans and come on out with me
Oh cause I need to have you near me,
I need to feel you close to me
I need to have you near me, I need to feel you close to me
You and me, well go motorbike ridin in the sun
And the wind and the rain
I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank
And Im king of the road again
Ill meet ya in the usual place
You dont need a thing except your pretty face, alright
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
Aw, here we go mama
You and me, well go motorbike ridin in the sun
And the wind and the rain
I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank
And Im king of the road again
When I wake up in the mornin light
I pull on my jeans and I feel all right
Hey I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
song performed by by Keith Urban
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The Blue Jeans I Remember
the blue jeans i remember
after a very cold season
in that coconut farm
tight blue jeans
smelling my swelling
legs
and dirty with saline
taste
unwashed in the corner
of my room
i always see your
warm hands
sliding
inside them
damn blue jeans
spare my sanity!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blue Jean
Blue jean-i just met me a girl named blue jean
Blue jean-she got a camouflaged face and no money
Remember they always let you down when you need em
Oh, blue jean-is heaven any sweeter than blue jean
She got a police bike
She got a turned up nose
Sometimes I feel like
(oh, the whole human race)
Jazzin for blue jean
(oh, and when my blue jeans blue)
Blue jean can send me
(oh, somebody send me)
Somebody send me
(oh, somebody send me)
One day Im gonna write a poem in a letter
One day Im gonna get that faculty together
Remember like everybody has to wait in line
Blue jean-look out world you know Ive got mine
She got latin roots
She got everything
Sometimes I feel like
(oh, the whole human race)
Jazzin for blue jean
(oh, and when my blue jeans blue)
Blue jean can tempt me
(oh, somebody send me)
Somebody sent me
(oh, somebody send me)
Sometimes I feel like
(oh, the whole human race)
Jazzin for blue jean
(oh, and when my blue jeans blue)
Blue jean can tempt me
(oh, somebody send me)
Somebody sent me
(oh, somebody send me)
Somebody somebody
(oh, somebody send me)
Oh, somebody send me
(oh, somebody send me)
song performed by by David Bowie
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Envy Looks Restlessly
blue jeans, yes, the blue
in the jeans, the jeans
i claim that it is all that i see,
but i may go on a deeper
exploration of this
introspection, there was
something fleshy
under the blueness of the jeans
something dark
like the color of the night
filled with
desires that one wants
to spell correctly,
there is the hand there
resting
and with a permission
since it stays there for
a longer time
unhampered
their eyes are smiling
and they were telling me
about
the art of letting go
and sending out the doves
free finally from their
decorated cage
at the end i always
ask
what did i feel?
frankly, i may say
nothing, but let me explore
the secret room inside my house,
envy is there
wide awake and wanting to go
out of itself
towards the darkness of the night
and the coldness
of the typhoon air
envy looks out of the
window
and it is very restless
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The progress
Cooking invented, I have lost my teeth.
Tools invented, I have lost my hands
Carts invented, I have lost my legs
Electricity invented, I have lost my sight.
Calculator invented, I have lost counting.
Computer invented, I have lost faculty
Internet come, I lost neigbours.
Is mankind on march to stability?
08.05.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There are things in American culture that want to wipe the class distinction. Blue jeans. Ready-made clothes. Coca-Cola.
quote by Leslie Fiedler
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Azul....
Shades of blue confronts the
man in blue, so blue, but not
electric blue, the blue in faded jeans
saddening blue, the blue in marble,
glossy, but sadder still, the faint
blue of a heavy sky, laden with rain
some restraints, falling suppressed,
the blue in that deserted lagoon,
those blue Spanish eyes gone,
the navy blue without an address,
the blue lips, lesser in oxygen
content,
the bluebird perched upon a twig,
kingfisher blue without a fish,
a blue heart, pastel blue shirt
torn blue, blues, blue bruises....
the puerto azul....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Clothes chapter X
And the weaver said, "Speak to us of Clothes."
And he answered:
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.
And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain.
Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less of your raiment,
For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.
Some of you say, "It is the north wind who has woven the clothes to wear."
But shame was his loom, and the softening of the sinews was his thread.
And when his work was done he laughed in the forest.
Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the eye of the unclean.
And when the unclean shall be no more, what were modesty but a fetter and a fouling of the mind?
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Modesty
A show of modesty,
From one brave to pave a way...
Is someone who has strength.
With a purpose known meant.
Experiencing those obstacles,
And having them not show...
Leaves very little to say,
By those who live their lives delayed.
Since a modesty seems to be freed,
When pains once had are over.
And unconditional,
Is the love.
And a modesty seems to be freed,
When one like this recovers knowing...
Life has its ups,
And its downs.
And...
Showing modesty,
Can be worn...
Without a frown.
A show of modesty,
From one brave to pave a way...
Is someone who has strength.
With a purpose known meant.
Showing modesty,
Is a gift that's heaven sent.
One knowing modesty,
Doesn't carry that they've had regrets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fidelity to conscience is inconsistent with retiring modesty. If it be so, let the modesty succumb. It can be only a false modesty which can be thus endangered.
quote by Harriet Martineau
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Simplicity is the glory of expression.
quote by Walt Whitman
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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O’ Woman In Jeans
O’woman in jeans
you are modern
you are not bound in chains like
that one in saree
O‘ woman in jeans
you work and work
you don't need that multitude of suits with dupattas
few pairs of top and jeans is enough
O’ woman in jeans
you look more curvy more sensuous
even when you are fully covered
your hips your bust is far more powerful
than one in saree, in stiched suits
O’ woman in jeans
you can move you can run
you need no excuse like
that head covered women
you can thwart the attempts of rapist
O’ woman in jeans
you look sensuous
you look commanding
you look proud
you need not to play submissive
O woman in jeans
poem by Pawan Sharma
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Im One
Every year is the same
Every year is the same
And I feel it again,
And I feel it again,
Im a loser - no chance to win.
Im a loser - no chance to win.
Leaves start falling,
Leaves start falling,
Come down is calling,
Come down is calling,
Loneliness starts sinking in.
Loneliness starts sinking in.
But Im one.
But Im one.
I am one.
I am one.
And I can see
And I can see
That this is me,
That this is me,
And I will be,
And I will be,
Youll all see
Youll all see
Im the one.
Im the one.
Where do you get
Where do you get
Those blue blue jeans?
Those blue blue jeans?
Faded patched secret so tight.
Faded patched secret so tight.
Where do you get
Where do you get
That walk oh so lean?
That walk oh so lean?
Your shoes and your shirts
Your shoes and your shirts
All just right.
All just right.
But Im one etc.
But Im one etc.
I got a gibson
I got a gibson
Without a case
Without a case
But I cant get that even tanned look on my face.
But I cant get that even tanned look on my face.
Ill fitting clothes
Ill fitting clothes
I blend in the crowd,
I blend in the crowd,
Fingers so clumsy
Fingers so clumsy
Voice too loud.
Voice too loud.
But Im one.
But Im one.
song performed by by Who
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The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
quote by Walt Whitman
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Sources of sexual pleasure
When you have a harlot,
You strip her of her clothes.
When you have your sweetheart,
You strip her of her modesty too.
When you have someone’s
You strip her of her guilt in addition.
When you have your wife,
You don’t strip her but remove her clothes..
Stripping is the pleasure
And the adultery is the foremost.
.09.12.2008.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I have jeans with holes in them and I have nice jeans. I have casual and I have dressy jeans. I've got all kinds.
quote by Amanda Seyfried
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Lookism
Black hair,
Blonde hair,
Brown hair,
And blue,
Earrings,
And nose rings,
And belly rings too,
Skinny jeans,
Baggy jeans,
Purple checkered and
Colored jeans too.
Looks and more looks
Are everywhere you look.
Their on TV
And in real life.
They are in church
And on the street.
We’re always concerned with our looks cuz they are all around.
They define
Loser
And punk
To preppy and
Rich.
What you look like describes your personality.
But why?
If you where tight jeans why must you be skater?
Of if you wear your hair black,
Why must you be punk or Goth?
It is all just in our heads,
You can wear tight jeans and be Goth,
Or black hair and be prep,
Why are looks so defining?
Because we make them so.
Why do people do this?
Hell if I know.
It is all just a mirage.
None of its real.
So why are looks such a big deal?
Why do we try and make believe,
If you look like that then you must be this?
There is no point to this strange behavior.
So lets stop this lookism and just get to someone despite how they look.
poem by BlackXWhiteFeathers Raven Mendez
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Forever In Blue Jeans
Written by: neil diamond and richard bennet
Money talks
But it dont sing and dance
And it dont talk
As long as I can have you here with me
Id much rather be
Forever in blue jeans
Honey is sweet
But it aint nothing next to babys treat
And if youll pardon me
Id like to say
Well do okay
Forever in blue jeans
Maybe tonight
Maybe tonight by the fire
All alone you and i
Nothing around but the sound
Of my heart and your sighs
Money talks
But it dont sing and dance
And it cant walk
As long as I can have you here with me
Id much rather be
Forever in blue jeans
And honey is sweet
But it aint nothing next to babys treat
And if youll pardon me
Id like to say
Well do okay
Forever in blue jeans
Maybe tonight
Maybe tonight by the fire
All alone you and i
Nothing around but the sound
Of my heart and your sighs
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Remember that with her clothes a woman puts off her modesty.