Fingerprints
I touched you once too often
Now I don't know who I am
My fingerprints were missing
When I wiped away the jam.
Yes I called my fingerprints all night
But they don't seem to care
The last time that I saw them
They were leafing through your hair.
Fingerprints
song performed by by Leonard Cohen from Death Of A Ladies' Man
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To Wait For Time
Footprints and fingerprints,
Be up and doing to respect my muse;
And learn to wait for time.
The evening lamps are lighted and,
To dance upon the narrow walls;
But the heaven is like earth without sin.
Footprints and fingerprints,
Let us visit the biggest cemetery in the world;
And of moulded ships in bottles and shells,
But let us learn to labour and to wait for time.
Of plant related species and art lovers,
The moon has a golden ring on!
And all my fears are laid aside,
But her eyes are as the fairy-fax.
Though often depressed and lonely,
Her checks are like the dawn of the day;
And like a look at the open door.
Footprints and fingerprints,
To wait for time and to muse up with your love;
And like love under the spreading chestnut-tree.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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That Hole Is Not Of Our Making
Although their fingerprints appear,
On the shovels used to dig themselves...
Into a hole so deep,
Those still digging can not be seen...
The ones standing above it and looking below,
Wish to have the ones they have deceived...
Believe they had nothing to do with it.
'But it is clear to everyone,
Your fingerprints appear on the shovels.
And your hands and pockets are covered with dirt.'
~We've only come to sample the richness of it.
But that hole is not of our making.'
'Can you explain why the ones in the hole below,
Have chosen to scream out your names?
Begging to be rescued from their predicament? '
~We too are mystified just like you.
However...
We have come together to insist,
Everyone should participate...
To free us from this embarrassment.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Around The World Or The Myth Of Fingerprints
Over the mountain
Down in the valley
Lives a former talk-show host
Everybody knows his name
He says theres no doubt about it
It was the myth of fingerprints
Ive seen them all and man
Theyre all the same
Well, the sun gets weary
And the sun goes down
Ever since the watermelon
And the lights come up
On the black pit town
Somebody says whats a better thing to do
Well, its not just me
And its not just you
This is all around the world
Out in the indian ocean somewhere
Theres a former army post
Abandoned now just like the war
And theres no doubt about it
It was the myth of fingerprints
Thats what that old army post was for
Well, the sun gets bloody
And the sun goes down
Ever since the watermelon
And the lights come up
On the black pit town
Somebody says whats a better thing to do
Well, its not just me
And its not just you
This is all around the world
Over the mountain
Down in the valley
Lives the former talk-show host
Far and wide his name was known
He said theres no doubt about it
It was the myth of fingerprints
Thats why we must learn to live alone
song performed by by Paul Simon
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I love old books. They tell you stories about their use. You can see where the fingerprints touched the pages as they held the book open. You can see how long they lingered on each page by the finger stains.
quote by Jack Bowman
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Memory Lingers (Revised)
Compiled a ‘to do' list in a whirlwind start,
security took my fingerprints for clearance,
I'm vindicated, my existence has meaning,
I've just proved I'm me with qualifications
Friends vouched acquaintanceship, name &
ID of every family member; were I suffering
amnesia I could so easily look myself up - it
makes me feel brilliant - only thing lacking
Is a pharmacy full-colour passport photo,
then I can identify my face too; ‘Diamonds
Are Forever' James Bond could use my ID
and fingerprints to fool smugglers -
Really for a moment I am Jill St. John adding
‘Tiffany Case' to my extensive repertoire; how
can everyone bend over their desks in cool
concentration when so many whimsical
Dreams await to be dramatized - let me write
down my fantasy freed restraint then continue
in cold boredom afterwards - secure while the
memory lingers in my heart…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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But of course it's always gonna be Suicide, our fingerprints, ya know? You can't ever get rid of that.
The Day You Left Me
Through my reading glasses
Smears of my fingerprints
I see you blur
With my falling tears
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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the day you left me
Through my reading glasses
Smears of my fingerprints
I see you blur
With my falling tears
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I didn't feel compromised as an actor, and allowed other people's fingerprints all over that aspect.
quote by Gregory Harrison
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I've hung out in the writer's room a few times, but the fact is we've got such a good writing staff, I don't want to get my peanut butter fingerprints on anything.
quote by Patton Oswalt
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Fingerprints
We are the poignant prophecy of fate
a chance to vote on how the universe will grow
living day to day we fail to see the picture
and walk across its face like sticky fingerprints
poem by Poet Dragon
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Character isn't something you were born with and can't change, like your fingerprints. It's something you weren't born with and must take responsibility for forming.
Fingerprints
I was a sleep at night,
nightmares got me tight,
whispering, shouting, and sweat,
woke up in the morning got caught,
homicide you committed last night,
you did it last night another city,
fifty miles from where you got caught,
this proves you are professionally smart,
but we are not the one to cheat,
we must take you in the court,
where you will answer the rest,
it was a wonderful test,
now we are taking you under arrest,
am in the cage facing my fingerprints.
poem by Dickson Mseti
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Slop They Dropped
Move from a tainting of a game maintained,
To have people painted to sustain a gain.
With a mopping up slop that's enjoyed alot.
But the cleaning of it up,
Will be theirs nonstop.
To mop up slop that's enjoyed alot.
But the cleaning of it up,
Will be theirs nonstop.
Move from a tainting of a game maintained,
To have people painted to sustain a gain.
With a mopping up slop that's enjoyed alot.
But the cleaning of it up,
Will be theirs nonstop.
Sticky fingerprints all over the place.
With a hoping that in time they will be erased.
And unhappiness appearing on faces now chased.
Those who mopped up slop they enjoyed alot.
But the cleaning of it up,
Is now theirs nonstop.
Those who mopped up slop they enjoyed alot.
But the cleaning of it up,
Is now theirs nonstop.
Those who mopped up slop they enjoyed alot.
But the cleaning of it up,
Is now theirs nonstop.
Sticky fingerprints all over the place.
With a hoping that in time they will be erased.
But the cleaning of it up,
Is now theirs nonstop.
It's too late to move from a tainting game,
To have people painted to sustain a gain.
'Cause the cleaning of it up,
Is now theirs nonstop.
It's too late to move from a tainting game
To have people painted to sustain a gain.
'Cause the cleaning of it up,
Is now theirs nonstop.
Tainting people's names to sustain a gain,
Has other people mopping up the slop they dropped.
Tainting people's names to sustain a gain,
Has other people mopping up the slop they dropped.
Tainting people's names to sustain a gain,
Has other people mopping up the slop they dropped.
Other people now mopping up a slop.
Slop they dropped.
Slop they dropped.
Sticky fingerprints all over the place.
Slop they dropped.
Slop they dropped.
But there's no hope in time they will be erased.
Slop they dropped.
Slop they dropped.
Sticky fingerprints all over the place.
Slop they dropped.
Slop they dropped.
But there's no hope in time they will be erased.
Slop they dropped.
Slop they dropped.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is - you know, there's receipts for rented cars and license plates and guns and hand prints and palm prints and fingerprints. You know, I want to wait until I'm in a court.
quote by Patty Hearst
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Tape is wonderful at preserving evidence - fingerprints, hairs, fibers. Tape preserves this, especially on the sticky side, even if the body's been out there for a year.
quote by Michael Baden
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With A Defying Against Any Of The Evidence
To do something done unconsciously to another...
And to have that act returned with a consciousness delivered,
As intended!
Says this as witnessed...
There is no sense made in a display of one's offense.
And yet offended people become,
When given exactly to them what they had initiated.
And done.
With one thing missing.
A lack of acknowledging their involvement.
And an applied selective memory,
That removes them from the scene of a crime committed.
A common hit and run done claimed by someone caught,
To have known nothing about what has happened.
With a defying against any of the evidence.
Pictures, fingerprints...
Food stains and crumbs on lips.
And the habit of their daily routine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: None Can Cheat the Lord
Despite all care with which we do the crime,
And try avoiding detection on earth,
Despite destroying evidence that’s prime,
We leave behind some prints that are quite worth!
Foot-prints or fingerprints, we may not leave!
Some insects too can give away the crime;
Your DNA can’t help you to deceive;
Present in hair or blood-cells or in slime.
If man can be a forensic expert,
Who can then dupe the omnipotent God?
He knows our every thought and acts by heart;
No one dare check the Creator and Lord.
Yet, man thinks that he can do foolproof things!
He cannot fly birdlike with real wings,
6-9-2002 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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Reflections on the Television Set
You can catch her staring at the television glares.
Painting pictures in her mind.
Trying to grasp what a sight she would be
If she were beautiful,
Like them.
[Strayed fingerprints speckle the screen, outlined by a thin layer of dust]
*You can catch her sitting by the ocean.
Keeping rhythm with the ebb, breathing out as it flows.
Big dark brown eyes, a strong contrast to her powdery skin.
A slender waist, forming a perfect figure down to her toes.
All accented by her long dark hair.
Falling below her shoulders, above her waist.,
With light curls forming shadows against the moonlight.
She reaches out to feel the ocean,
Her fingers stopped by glass,
Where a girl can be caught staring at her through the glares.
The screen begins to rot,
Colors fade to black.
The pictures die off,
And she's forced to face
Her reflection on the television set.
[Strayed fingerprints speckle the screen, outlined by a thin layer of dust]
*The motion is involuntary, she just needs to pull the trigger.
Fingers pry into her throat, digging out her insides.
She digs deeper, setting her insides to flames,
She watches the ashes pile up, until she's left empty.
You can find her where the blood stains the tile.
Trying to grasp what a sight she would be,
If she looked just like the pictures
Reflected on the television set.
poem by Gabriella Mendoza
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Swallows Up The Night
the lying tongue
betrays the hunger,
and walks into darkness
as the fire grows dim.
the tree cut in its prime,
and left to rot through the seasons...
the small boat unmanned,
is lost on the seas.
the knife that cut granite
lies on the mantle in shadow,
the fingerprints on the handle
too long unnamed...
the door swung open,
but no one enters...
the sound of the gnawing
swallows up the night!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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