In Praise of Clothes
If it is only for the taking off-
the velvet cloak,
the ostrich feather boa,
the dress which slithers to the floor
with the sound of strange men sighing
on imagined street corners. . .
If it is only for the taking off-
the red lace bra
(with rosewindows of breasts),
the red lace pants
(with dark suggestion
of Venus' first name),
the black net stockings
cobwebby as fate,
criscrossed like our lives,
the silver sandals
glimmering as rain-
clothes are necessary.
Oh bulky barrier between soul & soul,
soul & self-
how it comforts us
to take you down!
How it heartens us to strip you off!
& this is no matter of fashion.
poem by Erica Jong
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F.M. Doll
Take my doll put on her pretty clothes
Now don't you soil her dress
Brush her hair, paint her lips like a rose
Cover up your mess
Strip baby strip 'cause your daddy is watching
Strip baby strip just for me
Strip baby strip show your mother knows nothing
Strip baby strip Just for me, oh
Someone say doctor is my friend
Bruising is his cause
Behind closing doors
Strip baby strip for the soul of your brother
Strip baby strip for his wife
Strip baby strip 'cause you know she's not willing
Strip baby strip by the knife, Yeah
I lost my doll, put on my pretty clothes
I wont soil my dress
I brush my hair, paint my lips like a rose
I cover up my mess
Strip baby strip for the soul of your mother
Strip baby strip for her life
Strip baby strip 'cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip baby strip by the knife
Strip baby strip 'cause your daddy is watching
Strip baby strip just for me
Strip baby strip 'cause you know you're worth nothing
Strip baby strip for me, oh yeah
song performed by by Queen Adreena
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Velvet and Lace (and little pink thong)
Startin’ to like velvet and lace
Startin’ to check out
broadway shows
Startin ‘ to use tutti fruiti body wash
Getting’ a lil giddy
pickin’ out new clothes
Getting a closet full of shoes
Losin’ weight
and dressin’ natty
Usin’ words like gorgeous n’ super
Walkin’ mincey
Talkin’ catty
But just because I’m
Startin’ to like Velvet and lace
is no reason to say
That wearin’ frilly pants
And a little makeup on my face
Means I might be turnin’ a lil’ bit gay
I’m still a manly, good ol’ boy
So Don’t be getting’
me wrong
But I just can’t help lookin
In the mirror
When I’m wearing my lil pink thong
poem by David Whalen
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Pony Street
She lives on pony street
And they should scatter flowers at her feet
But when they come calling I think its appalling
Theyre sober and theyre polite
Theyre deeply respectful when I would expect them
To keep her out all night
That little martinet
Will get her own way yet
If you need instruction in mindless destruction
Ill show you a thing or two
You used to adore me but now my life flashes before me
For you to view
Oh mother, oh mother, sometimes you are so mortifying
From the hole in your leopard skin tights I can tell youve been spying
But your generation confesses before it transgresses
Those super-8 movies of daddy in your disco dresses
If youre going out tonight
I wont wait up
Reading das kapital
Watching home shopping club
While youre flogging a dead horse
All the way down pony street
Where you live after a fashion
All the way down pony street
The life and the soul of every indiscretion
That lives on, that lives on, that lives on
Pony street
Daughter, oh daughter, you know I will love you forever
But spare me the white ankle socks with the lace and the leather
For you and your cartoon threat do no good to resist me
For I am the genuine thing but for you its just history
If youre going out tonight
How can you be sure
Where you lay your pretty head
Mother may have been before
So youre flogging a dead horse
All the way down pony street
Where you live after a fashion
All the way down pony street
The life and the soul of every indiscretion
That lives on [5x]
She lives on pony street [2x]
She lives on, she lives on [2x]
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Tears-but of happiness
craving for someone is not such crave
that a dead man waits in his grave
loving for someone is not so applause
that I felt after, you, I lost
being in this world, I have thus to bear,
I have sacrificed to you-my soul, eyes and ear.
that soul asks me crying now, saying
where is that heartless! ! ! who has made you so
I simply consolidate my soul saying
'taking my life! she thinks herself happy'
O to the soul! I want that I want her
I can see only one things in her eyes
no matter it might be tears! but of happiness
soul cried! soul cried! hated you for this
even now you have kindness for that fish
at last my soul asked''why this strange incident occur''
I replied, eventually, as my life is within her...
poem by Vizard Dhawan
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The Dada Da-da da. (Call Everything By Its Proper Name)
So you call 'the rain' in pain.
In pain you call 'the rain'
the rain, the rain, the rain
that molten lava rain,
that beats the windowpane,
that is the blade tht cuts your face.
the rain that runs down swollen face,
water like lace,
water like lace on your face,
so the lace, lace, lace
traces your face, face, face
rain, pane, train
and everything' in pain.
The rain is the pain,
that cuts your face with a blade,
so your blood it runs like lace,
blood lace, bloodied lace,
on your face
your face, your face.
poem by Ursula De La Mer
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Dressing the Doll
THIS is the way we dress the Doll:—
You may make her a shepherdess, the Doll,
If you give her a crook with a pastoral hook,
But this is the way we dress the Doll.
Chorus
Bless the Doll, you may press the Doll,
But do not crumple and mess the Doll!
This is the way we dress the Doll.
First, you observe, her little chemise,
As white as milk, with ruches of silk;
And the little drawers that cover her knees,
As she sits or stands, with golden bands,
And lace in beautiful filagrees.
Chorus
Now these are the bodies: she has two,
One of pink, with rouches of blue,
And sweet white lace; be careful, do!
And one of green, with buttons of sheen,
Buttons and bands of gold, I mean,
With lace on the border in lovely order,
The most expensive we can afford her!
Chorus
Then, with black at the border, jacket
And this—and this—she will not lack it;
Skirts? Why, there are skirts, of course,
And shoes and stockings we shall enforce,
With a proper bodice, in the proper place,
(Stays that lace have had their days
And made their martyrs); likewise garters,
All entire. But our desire
Is to show you her night attire,
At least a part of it. Pray admire
This sweet white thing that she goes to bed in!
It ’s not the one that ’s made for her wedding:
That is special, a new design,
Made with a charm and a countersign,
Three times three and nine times nine:
These are only her usual clothes.
Look, there ’s a wardrobe! gracious knows
It ’s pretty enough, as far as it goes!
So you see the way we dress the Doll:
You might make her a shepherdess, the Doll,
If you gave her a crook with pastoral hook,
With sheep, and a shed, and a shallow brook,
And all that, out of the poetry-book.
Chorus
Bless the Doll, you may press the Doll,
But do not crumple and mess the Doll!
This is the way we dress the Doll;
If you had not seen, could you guess the Doll?
poem by William Brighty Rands
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Lavender Lace
Lavender lace, tears on my face
Our love ? ? ? to celebrate our first date
But Im alone in lavender lace
Lavender lace, theres not a trace
Of that guy that I love so well
Now he wont see me in lavender lace
Why oh why didnt my baby show?
Why oh why, didnt he love me, no
I dont know if Ive ever been so lonely
Lonely in lavender lace
Oh, lavender lace seems out of place
Its 2am, well whats with him, making me cry?
Giving me blues in lavender lace
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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My Dark
Why do I always seek the dark?
The nice wholesome dark
Never judging; never caring
Self helping dark
The dark corners of my life
These corners are my life
Where ever I go I seek
These dark corners; my corners
They make me feel secure
Feel wanted; surrounded
At peace
Like the rest of the world is gone
Why must I use the dark?
Where do these issues come from?
Where does this sorrow come from?
Why can’t I have answers?
I need these dark corners
They are so reassuring
Their echoes speak to me; they don’t mock me
They are my dark safe corners
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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That Midnight
She is the only one that moves now
Her soundless feet keen on the floor
Her silence seeps
In empty corners where all the sorrows sleep
She dances in the grace of afternoon petals falling off
Her cold breath hovers
In the roofs that vigil the death of the noisy crowd
A loner
A curious clone of a black ghost
She visits abandoned rooms
And cracks stories concealed by the muted angers
She drops a secret like a feather
Floating and I though awake
Throughout her wakings and walk-ins
Could not recall having caught one
In such slowness
What she really says amidst the silence
Or meant in all these dark passage
The mirror on the wall stares
And glares at me with anger
One must have just died
The killer fled
Hidden by her black capes
Another secret I supposed
And though I thought
I knew
She had already flown away
Like a black bird into the night
I want to make some rain for her
Or offer her a lace of my tears
But by then another morning has come
Gently touching me
With flowers
And dove on my palms.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Velvet Sky
Velvet sky,
Oh velvet sky,
Black velvet sky with arms open wide.
Lovely ips,
Oh lovely lips,
If only yours would give mine a kiss.
Open eyes,
Oh open eyes,
How open eyes only Close my mind.
Scarlet lace,
Oh scarlet lace,
How did it feel to fall down from grace?
Blissful clouds,
Oh blissful clouds,
In this fever I'll surely drown.
Broken time,
Oh broken time,
I'd give it all up if you would be mine.
Velvet sky,
Oh velvet sky,
If only your arms were open so wide.
Soul Singing
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
Ive been down
Cascading and blue w/out a sound
Now Ive traded my black feathers for a crown
So feed me milk & honey
Lay me down
Lay me down
Look around
Show me holy places not yet found
Lets disappear and well hide underground
Well get high and well feel safe & sound
It comes around arayayayound
Chorus:
You got my soul singing my soul singing
You got my soul singing my soul singing
You got my soul singing my soul singing
You got my soul singing my soul singing
Home bound
Tired of tired of running town to town
Tired of my heart turned upside down
Now my lifes a smile not a frown
The sound
The sound
Chorus
song performed by by Black Crowes
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A Soul
A soul has passed
Not the first,
nor the last
Never the less
A soul has passed
A soul is gone
and will be missed
Forever long
All the same
A soul is gone
A soul is through
who was loved dearly
by me, by you
Still and still
A soul is through
A soul has left
completed it's task
we try to accept
By and by
A soul has left
A soul will return
with too many things
for one life to learn
Here or there
A soul will return
(Written by: Rain Y Daze
January 2005)
poem by Rain Y Daze
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Roses On White Lace
I saw you in your wedding gown
The prettiest dress
I came into the room that night
And made such a mess
In my own way, I lovingly kiss the bride
With your ring in your hand
Your eyes and your mouth open wide
In my eyes
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
They won't wash away
In my mind they're roses on white lace
Straight from the heart
So dead upon the bed
You hurt me in the deepest way
I'm crippled inside
I took your evil skin away
It's all cut and dried
I saw you tonight and carefully took your hand
With some smears on my cheeks
I knew that you would understand
In my eyes
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
They won't wash away
In my mind they're roses on white lace
Straight from the heart
So dead upon the bed, still searching for your head
They're never gonna find your face
It's hidden away
I found a very special place where you used to play
In my own way, I lovingly kiss the bride
With your ring in your hand
Your eyes and your mouth open wide
In my eyes
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
They won't wash away
In my mind they're roses on white lace
Straight from the heart
Blood drops look like roses on white lace
Crimson and sweet, stained on the sheet
Roses on white lace, pretty in red, dripping and wet
Roses on white lace, spilled on the walls, dark in the hall
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Et praeterea nihil
All that I am asking you
is where,
I fit into your heart?
The world outside is washed clean
and lightings resound
while the rain falls roaring.
Your are looking in your wardrobe
and are searching for something beautiful,
while you fit some clothes.
Outside it’s dark
while the cloak of the night
is folding over everything.
and you show
one dress after the other to me
and ask how
you look in them?
I want to look deeper
than just this
and wonder what thoughts
are dancing in your deepest soul?
l’Envoi
Tell me about your love
and show how much you love me
and when we embrace
I’ll build my own small world
with only you and me in it
and further nothing.
[Reference: Et praeterea nihil=> And further nothing.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Lucky Bride
White lace
Silver jewelry
Diamond tiarra
And a smile that melts all hearts
Her face covered in a veil
Her dress flowing like a cloud
A lovely day
A happy day
A day of love
It spreads to all
Like the crimson stain
That seeps through
That snowy white lace
Silver rusted
Tiarra smashed
Smile gone
Crimson everywhere
Spilling, flowing, wrapping
Around everything
In its path
This is the day
Such a joyous day
As Fallen Angels
Greet the lucky bride
And welcome her
To their world
Which is now hers
poem by Janelle Morehart
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Parted
SHE wrapped her soul in a lace of lies,
With a prime deceit to pin it;
And I thought I was gaining a fearsome prize,
So I staked my soul to win it.
We wed and parted on her complaint,
And both were a bit of barter,
Tho' I'll confess that I'm no saint,
I'll swear that she's no martyr.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Love Anew
Pink lace
and cream velvet
she had style and grace
truth shone in her blue eyes
and moonlight beamed from paradise.
His heart increased its pace
when he kissed the girl
who was wearing
Pink lace
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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I wonder
I stood there waiting for his silent complaisance.
The blue birds sing in a small voice.
My moon hangs in the sky like burning ice.
In my embarrassment I have to look at the wood floor twice.
The lights all around us in the dark feel nice.
The wind blows the sea to the surface.
His gray suit has a most rugid appearance.
My long blue dress flows with his slow pace.
I find his words taking me to a different place.
Passion fills his beastlike face.
The stars up above us are like lace.
My heart really wants to give him a chance.
He holds me in his arms and begins to dance.
While I wonder if this is a real romance.
Maybe The Traveler
The soul left here to
Wander…
Through all, darken hall
Ways seem to reign in
Salty waters trances
Black pearls, lace, filled
The way of the traveler
As he descend..
False dreams, hope of
Tomorrow day,
Traveling through the
Hollow cave space,
Travelers haunted by
This obscure route,
Pondering round to find
Their way..
Before the tide of sadness
Deny all beautiful dreams
Spill all forms of hope,
To wander through such
Beautiful fantasy,
But that of,
Black lace, pearls top the
Mountain peak..
The water murmuring as
Sad waters briskly run..
Where know man could
Travel..
The salty tears just drip
Till all airway spaces
Trapped..
As the sad waters
Run..
The soul left here to
Wander…
As creatures of the
Night,
To say good-bye to
A world without a
Dream,
Nor hope,
Neither light, nor beauty
The traveler sad lonely,
Dare not to ponder..
As he travel through the
Cave,
Hollow black spaces,
poem by Carolyn Sears
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Easy Way Out
You'll take advantage, till you think you're being used
'Cause without an enemy your anger gets confused
And I got stuck on a side you know I never chose
But it's all about
Taking the easy way out for you
I suppose
There's no escape for you, except in someone else
Although you've already disappeared within yourself
The invisible man, who's always changing clothes
It's all about
Taking the easy way out for you
I suppose
While I watch you making mistakes
I wish you luck, I really do
With the problem, with the puzzle
Whatever's left of you
I heard you found another audience to bore
Creative thinker, you imagined you were more
A new body for you to push around and pose
It's all about taking the easy way out for you
I suppose
It's all about taking the easy way out for you
I suppose
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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