I used to have dozens of handkerchiefs
'I used to have dozens of handkerchiefs
Of finest lawn.
I used to have silk shirts and fine new suits.'
He's like a faun
This darling out-at-elbows Irish boy.
'Those were the days
Before the war
When money could be earned a thousand ways.
But now—last week I had a muslin bag
For handkerchief!
No socks, no shirts'—but wiles and smiles and gleams
Beyond belief.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Change Of Weather
September came along
and brought with it
a change of weather.
The humid days
were suddenly cold and windy.
A few, very nice, cool, fall days,
managed to slip in,
even though it wasn’t quite fall yet.
So, as I do every September,
I emptied out my closet of
t-shirts, and short sleeved shirts.
With all that room in there
I decided to fill it with my winter shirts,
even though I didn’t need them, just yet.
And don’t you know,
I got caught again?
No sooner did I get the summer shirts away
and the winter ones out -
what happens?
There’s a change of weather.
The warmer days kicked in again.
I sure can use those t-shirts now.
But, I’ve got them packed away,
and away they’ll stay.
This is the time of year
when the weather doesn’t know
if it wants to be warm, cool or cold.
Well, I can always roll up the sleeves
on the long sleeved shirts, should I need to.
With changes of weather
as it is these days,
I’d rather play it safe.
To Change Me?
when you arrive here
you change the paint of the house
you like it pastel blue on the door
white on the walls
and green on the windows
you change the landscape
except of the wanton garden
you opt for a manicured lawn
and some of my trees
and shrubs have to be
cut down,
some flowers have to go
you bring in
the violets, and lavenders
and white champacas
you like a scent from around
you
specially during the night
when we simply sit
on the lawn
now you begin to demand
some changes from me
the time when i wake
up or sleep
you like soap i like sports
you want me to enjoy
love stories
the color of my socks
my tie my polo shirts
i give in for a while
but there is an end to all these
attempts to change me
you cannot,
i am me before the landscape
before the paints of the house
i am me before the lawns and flowers and socks
and shirts and soap
i am already me before you arrive
to my house
to my life
you cannot change me
because
i love who i am what i am and i know perfectly just what i want to make
myself
even without you,
make some more attempts to change me
and i will ask you to leave at once
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Of course there are many ways we can reuse something. We can dye it. We can cut it. We can change the buttons. Those are other ways to make it alive. But this is a new step to use anything - hats, socks, shirts. It's the first step in the process.
quote by Issey Miyake
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Lovely White Flowers
He went inside the cafe where they used to sit together.
It was here, three months ago, that his friend told him:
'We're completely broke -so hard up, the two of us,
that we're stuck with the cheapest places.
I can't go around with you any more -it's no use hiding the fact.
I've got to tell you, somebody else is after me.'
The 'somebody else' had promised him two suits, some silk handkerchiefs.
He himself, to get his friend back,
went through hell rounding up twenty pounds.
His friend came back to him for the twenty pounds-
but along with that, for their old intimacy,
their old love, for the deep feeling between them.
The 'somebody else' was a liar, a real bum:
he'd ordered only one suit for his friend,
and that under pressure, after much begging.
But now he doesn't want the suits any longer,
he doesn't want the silk handkerchiefs at all,
or twenty pounds, or twenty piastres even.
Sunday they buried him, at ten in the morning.
Sunday they buried him, almost a week ago.
He laid flowers on his cheap coffin,
lovely white flowers, very much in keeping
with his beauty, his twenty-two years.
When he went to the cafe that evening
he happened to have some vital business there
to that same cafe where they used to go together,
it was a knife in his heart,
that dead cafe where they used to go together.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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So I wanted to show what I did with the money. So I got red silk shirts, beautiful hats, wonderful saddles, a great horse, and two gold teeth. So that was the way I did it.
quote by Eli Wallach
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Smell Of Money
(intro)
One more day, with a tumble fall,
Down the money pit, with nothing to show
Hey hey yeah
Another twist, in the horror tale
Its an open coffin, that needs one more nail
Smell of money
Maybe Im a victim, (soft silk and bamboo? )
Maybe its the smell of money
Attracts me to you...
Hey hey yeah money
Two clean shirts
Im out on bail
As the barroom baits
They start to wail
The smell of money
Maybe Im a victim, (soft silk and bamboo? )
Maybe its the smell of money,
That brings me to you
Stretched out across the ceiling
? ? domes shimmer and glow
Golden citadels
While the autumn wind billows and flows
(instrumental)
Dancing nights, in the lost and found
Move really nice to that money sound
Smell of money, smell of money,
Smell of money, smell of money
I need
I bleed
(sudden stop)
song performed by by Ufo
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The Smell Of Money
(intro)
One more day, with a tumble fall,
Down the money pit, with nothing to show
Hey hey yeah
Another twist, in the horror tale
It's an open coffin, that needs one more nail
Smell of money
Maybe I'm a victim, (Soft silk and bamboo?)
Maybe it's the smell of money
Attracts me to you...
Hey hey yeah money
Two clean shirts
I'm out on bail
As the barroom baits
They start to wail
The smell of money
Maybe I'm a victim, (Soft silk and bamboo?)
Maybe it's the smell of money,
that brings me to you
Stretched out across the ceiling
?? Domes shimmer and glow
Golden citadels
While the autumn wind billows and flows
(instrumental)
Dancing nights, in the lost and found
Move really nice to that money sound
Smell of money, smell of money,
smell of money, smell of money
I need
I bleed
(sudden stop)
song performed by by Ufo
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The Band Wore Blue Shirts
I don't know why they come here
I'm only glad they do
They're gonna pay the bills for me and you
People out for an evening
They have a real good time
But when i play i feel just like i'm miming
I made a stand for the music
To turn the page with ease
I got the smile that says i'm here to please
Me and the bass guitarist
Have even shined our shoes
The drummer's shoes are dirty to confuse
I guess someday my kids will ask me 'bout the old days
I guess that i'll tell them that there ain't much to tell
The waiters wore black dinner jackets and all that kind of thing
And the band wore blue shirts
And the music played on
Then at the end of the evening
They throw the suckers out
Don't get me wrong, i got no beef about it
I get my rates from the union
I get my shirts real cheap
I get my money
Get home
Get some sleep
I guess someday my kids will ask me 'bout the old days
I guess that i'll tell them that there ain't much to tell
The waiters wore black dinner jackets and all that kind of thing
And the band wore blue shirts
And the music played on
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Can't Dance To Disco
I can't dress so I can't dance to disco
I can't move and I hate the way my feet go
I can't dress but she thinks I'm on the clothes show
Why can't she see?
It's so sad, she always sees the good side
Life sucks when you're lying on the inside
She's so sweet she covers me with honey
Why can't she see?
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suits and gigolos
I'm a whore, paranoid and schizo
Hit the floor, chewing on the lino
I'm a mess, throw me like a yo-yo
Why can't you see?
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suits and gigolos
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suit and gigolos
Oh I hate those disco kings
Silk shirts and signet rings
Oh I hate those greasy kings
Cuban heels and rubber skins
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suits and gigolos
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suits and gigolos
Disco!
I can't dance to disco!
Disco!
I can't live for disco!
Disco!
I can't dance to disco!
song performed by by Feeder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Tom Hank Travels With Unicandle Uncorn
UniCandle unicorn horn glitters real Bright
on t-shirts that Glows in children's Dreams at night.
Colorful t-shirts outside on a lighted display
it will attract customers to come my way.
On Easter Sunday while Krendolls walk by
one particular Character caught my eye.
It was Tom Hanks who did decide
to buy one UniCandle unicorn t-shirts
with a Fantastic price that's out of Sight-
-For only the price of $9.95!
Tom handed me a donation along with a smile.
Then Tom turned around and said to me-
"UniCandle unicorn is Cute and Unique
You will sell a lot of t-shirts just You wait and see! "
Tom left wearing the shirt that really glows-
out of my Krendoll land on UniCandle unicorn's back he goes.
Way up in the sky with UniCandle unicorn's horn shining bright
they fly off out of Krendoll island deep in the night.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Tom Hanks Travels with UniCandle Unicorn
UniCandle unicorn horn glitters real Bright
on t-shirts that Glows in children’s Dreams at night.
Colorful t-shirts outside on a lighted display
it will attract customers to come my way.
On Easter Sunday while Krendolls walk by
one particular Character caught my eye.
It was Tom Hanks who did decide
to buy one UniCandle unicorn t-shirts
with a Fantastic price that’s out of Sight-
-For only the price of $9.95!
Tom handed me a donation along with a smile.
Then Tom turned around and said to me-
“UniCandle unicorn is Cute and Unique
You will sell a lot of t-shirts just You wait and see! â€
Tom left wearing the shirt that really glows-
out of my Krendoll land on UniCandle unicorn’s back he goes.
Way up in the sky with UniCandle unicorn’s horn shining bright
they fly off out of Krendoll island deep in the night.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 1,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Tom Hanks Flies Off With UniCandle unicorn
UniCandle unicorn horn glitters real Bright
on t-shirts that Glows in children’s Dreams at night.
Colorful t-shirts outside on a lighted display
it will attract customers to come my way.
On Easter Sunday while Krendolls walk by
one particular Character caught my eye.
It was Tom Hanks who did decide
to buy one UniCandle unicorn t-shirts
with a Fantastic price that’s out of Sight-
-For only the price of $9.95!
Tom handed me a donation along with a smile.
Then Tom turned around and said to me-
“UniCandle unicorn is Cute and Unique
You will sell a lot of t-shirts just You wait and see! â€
Tom left wearing the shirt that really glows-
out of my Krendoll land on UniCandle unicorn’s back he goes.
Way up in the sky with UniCandle unicorn’s horn shining bright
they fly off out of Krendoll island deep in the night.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 1,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Tom Hanks Travels With Unicandle Unicorn
UniCandle unicorn horn glitters real Bright
on t-shirts that Glows in children's Dreams at night.
Colorful t-shirts outside on a lighted display
it will attract customers to come my way.
On Easter Sunday while Krendolls walk by
one particular Character caught my eye.
It was Tom Hanks who did decide
to buy one UniCandle unicorn t-shirts
with a Fantastic price that's out of Sight-
-For only the price of $9.95!
Tom handed me a donation along with a smile.
Then Tom turned around and said to me-
"UniCandle unicorn is Cute and Unique
You will sell a lot of t-shirts just You wait and see! "
Tom left wearing the shirt that really glows-
out of my Krendoll land on UniCandle unicorn's back he goes.
Way up in the sky with UniCandle unicorn's horn shining bright
they fly off out of Krendoll island deep in the night.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 1,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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You Know
you know very well
that i cannot live without you
and you capitalize on that
belief
that i keep telling you
and so you are so confident
taking me
for granted
not thinking that i as a man
of my senses
one day
may have the courage finally
to give up
everything
including that belief that i cannot live without you
and then one day
you will find an empty cabinet
all my polo shirts taken
transfered to a new home
away from
your misplaced confidence
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Concealed to Produce a Seduced Humanity
Those of calculating personalities,
Have manipulated themselves into a brick wall.
And obvious are the intentions,
Of those who circumvent truth.
They are the ones seen navigating away,
In custom made shirts and tailored suits.
On the pursuit,
They say...
To correct morals and fading ideals.
The ones,
In their public address...
They say appeal to standards,
And a certain class...
They've spent time manufacturing.
To market and witnessed to be those trashed.
For the purpose to pocket and run with the cash.
Those of calculating personalities,
Have manipulated themselves into a brick wall.
Obvious are the intentions,
Of those who circumvent truth.
They are the ones seen navigating away,
In custom made shirts and tailored suits.
On the pursuit,
They say...
To correct morals and fading ideals.
Leaving the ones unconcious to debate with zeal.
Although none provide examples,
Where this wholesomeness appeals.
But no one wishes to explain why,
They prefer decadence over righteousness...
Concealed,
To produce a seduced humanity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Can Have Everything I Have
you can have everything i have
my clothes,
shoes,
socks,
house,
car,
shirts
my lot, and lots of
things i own
you can have them
and you may take
them all
everything
i say, you can have them
all that i treasure
because
i love you
i like your
face and it is so sweet
and i like to kiss
your cheek
but if you
still do not feel
anything
for me
it is alright, i can wait
forever
take everything then
and leave
me empty like the night
without the moon
and the stars
without you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Badges, Posters, Stickers, T-shirts
Me and my mate we think youre great
Some we like and some we hate
I know him Ive seen him on the adverts
Got any badges posters stickers or t-shirts
You were bloody great last time you come
I thought me ead was stuck in the bass drum
Bloody loud, me bloody head hurts
Got any badges posters stickers and t-shirts
So howd you get a start in show biz
My mates as good on the drums as he is
My mate thinks Im bloody cracked
Please sign my jacket on the back
All them badges made of plastic
I think theyre great, just fantastic
Im unemployed, hes still at school
He gets annoyed cause Im such a fool
You dont half sweat a lot up there
Have you got showers in here?
Youre bloody great, my bloody head hurts
Got any badges posters stickers and t-shirts
Yeah, me and my mate like ac-dc
Hot & sweaty, loud & greasy
My mom says were a pair of perverts
Got any badges posters stickers and t-shirts
Cmon mister
We hitch-hiked here in pouring rain
Now weve missed the frigging train.
Hey! can I have one of them lagers?
Thanks very much, mate. can e have one?
A-one, a-two, a-one two three four...
song performed by by Dire Straits
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We are the future
We are the future
with our spikes and chains,
our baggy pants,
And unused brains
We are the future
With our belly shirts,
Hooker boots,
In mini skirts
We are the future
with our torn up jeans,
our rude t-shirts,
Wearing diamond rings
We are the future
With our high dollar clothes,
our rap music,
Pink polished toes
We are the future
And our parents hope and pray
That we'll all grow out
Of this someday
poem by Kansas Johnson
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Clothes And Underwear
shades and
black shiny shoes
and white socks
and olive green polo shirts
a red jockey underwear
and king's pants
a rolex wristwatch
reading glasses
they are all spread
randomly on
a carpeted floor
all these are useless.
removed from you
and her.
she moans.you are
naked.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Falstaff: By the Lord, a buck-basket! rammed me in with foul shirts and smocks, socks, foul stockings, greasy napkins; that, Master Brook, there was the rankest compound of villanous smell that ever offended nostril.
line from The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act III, Scene 5 by William Shakespeare (1602)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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