A Clear Night
I have worn this day as a fretting, ill-made garment,
Impatient to be rid of it.
And lo, as I drew it off over my shoulders
This jewel caught in my hair.
poem by Karle Wilson Baker
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Jewel
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For your today's handsome
Thanks her for bye-gone days rebuke
For you are not the glory call short
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For making your shoulders wings
That now in the sky like birds
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For being a witch to make you rein
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For being unkind for your kindness
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
..hawking locust'eans for you not to...
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For burning extra woods
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For being blind for your goodness
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
For ashes for your existence
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
Children with a piece of brain
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
All ye children!
That's of an ovule conceived
Always thanks your jewel
Whenever comes that memoir
That can't be erased in life dairy
In it death life call on her to dine
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
Ne'er speaks of her a broken lips
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
Always let her know, she's worth living
For all her yesteryear year fire bath
Are thy today's concrete
Say a big thanks to thy jewel
Wherever she is
poem by sanusi samuel Akanni
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Satans Jewel Crown
(edgar l. eden)
Now if I were a queen and a ruler of nations,
With diamonds and jewels profound
Well, Id rather know that I had salvation
Than to know my reward
Would be satans jewel crown
Ive worm it so long but God for my
Soul has reached down
His love set me free
He made me his own, and helped me cast off
Satans jewel crown
Oh, the life that I live so sinful and needless,
Drinkin and runnin around
All the things that I do for the love of the devil
I know my reward
Will be satans jewel crown
Satans jewel crown
Ive worn it so long
But God for my soul has reached down
His love set me free
He made me his own, and helped me cast off
Satans jewel crown
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Satan's Jewel Crown
Now if I were a queen and a ruler of nations,
With diamonds and jewels profound
Well, I'd rather know that I had salvation
Than to know my reward
Would be Satan's jewel crown
I've worm it so long but God for my
Soul has reached down
His love set me free
He made me His own, and helped me cast off
Satan's jewel crown
Oh, the life that I live so sinful and needless,
Drinkin' and runnin' around
All the things that I do for the love of the devil
I know my reward
Will be Satan's jewel crown
Satan's jewel crown
I've worn it so long
But God for my soul has reached down
His love set me free
He made me His own, and helped me cast off
Satan's jewel crown
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Hem Of His Garment
Oh I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
To be proud has never been
So mean, so stern, so cruel
Oh I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
Oh, Ive come a long way
To touch the hem of his garment
And anger should be
The tool of a clown or a fool, you see
And why should such spite and such pain
Hang between you and me
When love should be
A queen on her throne
Looking after her own
I wish I could be
Touched by the hem of his garment
Two chairs at this table
One bed in this house
Seriously, I think we could be,
Touched by the hem of his garment
Oh, Ive come a long way
To touch the hem of his garment
Written by d. armstrong, r. armstrong, sister bliss, dave randall & maxi jazz
song performed by by Dido
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Sonnet: Be Useful in Life
What use is Gold as biscuits, nuggets, dust?
Put it to use and never keep idle;
Unlike Iron, may be it can nev'r rust;
How nice to see it made into jewel!
A jewel's beauty depends on design;
'Tis glorious when studded with precious stones;
The golden chalice holds Christ's bread and wine;
Gold kept in museums looks better when worn.
Our virtues, talents, good deeds are like gold;
On no account, these must be laid to rest;
Use them for good of others manifold;
Use them for sake of God and be thou best.
God-given gifts are meant for better use;
For human upliftment, not for disuse.
poem by John Celes
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Perfect Circle
Put your hair back, we get to leave
Eleven gallows on your sleeve
Shallow figure, winners paid
Eleven shadows way out of place
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Pull your dress on and stay real close
Who might leave you where I left off?
A perfect circle of acquaintances and friends
Drink another, coin a phrase
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Heaven assumed, shoulders high in the room
Try to win and suit your needs
Speak out sometimes but try to win
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
Standing too soon, shoulders high in the room
song performed by by REM
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Hair
Wide cheeks? Let the hair hide the ears.
Broad forehead? Let the hair spills in front.
Dwarf neck? Let the hair in knot be up.
Lanky figure? Let the hair falls on shoulders.
Hair being dense is an asset to woman
27.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Cap And Bells
THE jester walked in the garden:
The garden had fallen still;
He bade his soul rise upward
And stand on her window-sill.
It rose in a straight blue garment,
When owls began to call:
It had grown wise-tongued by thinking
Of a quiet and light footfall;
But the young queen would not listen;
She rose in her pale night-gown;
She drew in the heavy casement
And pushed the latches down.
He bade his heart go to her,
When the owls called out no more;
In a red and quivering garment
It sang to her through the door.
It had grown sweet-tongued by dreaming
Of a flutter of flower-like hair;
But she took up her fan from the table
And waved it off on the air.
'I have cap and bells,' he pondered,
'I will send them to her and die';
And when the morning whitened
He left them where she went by.
She laid them upon her bosom,
Under a cloud of her hair,
And her red lips sang them a love-song
Till stars grew out of the air.
She opened her door and her window,
And the heart and the soul came through,
To her right hand came the red one,
To her left hand came the blue.
They set up a noise like crickets,
A chattering wise and sweet,
And her hair was a folded flower
And the quiet of love in her feet.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Ice Cream Hair
My mom's hair is made of Chocolate Ice Cream.
My dad's hair is made of Mint Ice Cream.
My sister's hair is made of Vanilla Ice Cream.
My halve sister's hair is made of Strawberry Ice Cream.
My brother's hair is made of Coconut Ice Cream.
My halve brother's hair is made of Blue Berry Ice Cream.
My baby sister's hair is made of Banana Split Ice Cream.
What is my hair made out of?
All of the above,
and a hint of sprinkles; -) .
poem by Jasmine Aira
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A Boy You Have Known
(d. pickerill/p. odonoughue)
This song is for listening to
On nights youre all alone
Blank face at the window pane
Or a silent telephone
Chorus:
And its all about a boy you have known
With black hair or brown hair
And hands made of stone
He had eyes like the (deeps? ) in the sky
Hair like the clouds youve seen floating by
And my sky was your cloud
You made the first smile I had ever worn
Chorus
Do you wonder if he knows now
Of the pain behind your eyes
The scorching in your throat
Or the half forgotten sighs
Do you try hard to sleep
And feel old memories
Creeping to the dark folds of night
? ? ? your glance and made me dance
The first dance I had ever seen
Chorus
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Sweater, n.: garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.
quote by Ambrose Bierce
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All's Well
The red dress hung from a hanger on the door.
A garment that she had never worn before.
Its vibrant rich colour called to her to buy,
But why?
The red dress made her feel very feminine.
Clad in silkiness she’d felt sylph-like and thin.
Would he really like it, would he like her too,
No clue!
The red dress fitted, so clever the design.
No doubt he would think this lady so divine.
So out on her date she went, one heart beating,
First meeting!
The red dress had made all her dreams come true.
Her beau was so charming the whole evening through.
Love was in the air, the dress had worked its spell,
All’s well!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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The blackest gift
It is a night of sorrow, a song of death,
wolves vent their loneliness.
The thirsting one rises.
Night shrouds her pale form,
an impatient wrath.
Her raven hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her
full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
life streaming from the
pale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I rise.
poem by Michelle Hyde
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Silence is a fine jewel for a woman, but it is little worn.
Advents of the Sun
Over my empty shoulders
I want you to sear past my skin
Split my valley with your hair
as I lay on my back
I'll gaze at you between mountains
Watch you rise and set
I want to wrap myself around you
Arms and legs made of blue
Cold lips warmth for you
Leaf-draped in pink and orange
as you hug me nightly
Spread your hair when
you dream under my sea
poem by Cheryl Renaud
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Put The Weight On My Shoulders
Put the weight on my shoulders
Take the load off of your mind
Cause the headwinds that blow
Will fade away in time
Rest yourself on my waters
Take the lifeline from me
Rise above what has passed
And let yourself be free
I only know what love must bear
Through laiden times I will be there
And when your down Ill break the fall
Loose the weight on my shoulders
It aint no weight at all
I only know what love must do
When fortune cries Ill follow you
And when your down Ill break your fall
Put the weight on my shoulders
It aint no weight at all
Put the weight on my shoulders
See you star how it shines
Cause theyre so many dreams
Left to find
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
Put the weight on my shoulders .....
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Wash
Spun out of control.
Bobbing then pommeled, squashed then bloated.
A lone occupant within the confines of a tumble dryer
at full spin....
An impatient hand lifts the lid off
with deft, well practised fingers
hopeful that in so doing would speed up the process.
The spinning abruptly stops
resuming only when the lid is firmly shut
securely in place.
With a banging and a rattling
the tumbling ensues... digits lifting
assured the interruption overrided.
The mind opens to the fact that
there is one entry and one exit
on this front loader churning
Its machinations moistens the
dank air and frigid tiles with
a slimy condensation.
A final click breaks the dense
silence.
From inside the searing metal tub
emerges a once bright red garment
its fabric faded, worn, and frayed.
~
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Jewel Eyed Judy
Written by danny kirwan, mick fleetwood, and john mcvie.
Moonshine time
Thoughts of you
Spinning round
As thoughts do
I just wondered if
Your eyes still shine
As they did
When you were mine
I can see
In a dream
Thougts so clear
And jewels that gleam
Would your eyes
Still sparkle then
If we were, once again
Jewel eyed judy please come home
Jewel eyed judy dont leave me alone
Jewel eyed judy please come home
Jewel eyed judy dont leave me alone
Lovely judy
Can you see
Where it is
Youre meant to be
Where you lay
Your head tonight
May the stars
Find your light
So am i
Sitting here
Moonlight glistens
On my tears
Is this all
That we could find
Chains of memories
Left behind
Jewel eyed judy please come home
Jewel eyed judy dont leave me alone
Jewel eyed judy please come home
Jewel eyed judy dont leave me alone
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Beautiful Mother
Mother's hair was golden in olden days
She was known as 'The beautiful One'
And although her hair has turned to silver
She still shines like
A 'jewel' in the sun...
And it's not only because of her silver hair
That she is adored beyond compare.
Her ways are sweet, gentle and kind,
She's the 'beautiful One'
With the beautiful mind.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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Today I Shall Remember Grandmother
she knows what fine clothes are
and how jewelries are worn
and shown on special occasions
she knows what parties fit
for congressman as guest
or the mayor of the city with
their first ladies liking the
food and dances and socializing
in the big, old house
the symbol of her peak times
when her name rings
when her social graces
are accepted as rules
i guess she likes the shape
of my face, the color of my
skin, the way my hair curl
the bridge of my nose
the sharp blades of my shoulders
she handpicked me away
from mother, whom she despised
as a woman without culture
and taste, she brought me like
the son of a man with class
and gave me language and
pride and disgust for the
ordinary and the nonsensical
away from mother inside
my room of comfort and style
it was sad and tragic and something
that i cannot forget and which i
too despised, and from then on
i think i learned what hatred is
my first lesson of a family feud
the fight between mothers and
daughters-in-law and the grandson
caught in between wanting to breathe
run away and thinking things all over again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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