Soul’s dress code
Reputation is the clothes;
Honour is the hat;
Humility is the shoes.
If souls wear them in richness,
Bodies need no rich accessories.
24.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I too, have got shoes
Have you seen shoes on children here
No shoes for other children
No shoes for your children
My uncle said to my dad
I lost my shoes—small shoes
from then on
My feet crushed the thorns
from then on
The city was taken from me
But not me from the city
from then on
Many years later my shoe remover died
And I got back my shoes
Bigger shoes—for crushing thorns
from then on
I cat walked in them
And went to bed in them
from then on
I got the city back
Even when I stayed there
from then on
Believe me I too have got shoes
And I slip my feet in them
But not for sleep anymore
Yes I too have got shoes
Other children wear shoes
My children wear shoes
Wear shoes why not
Why not why not why not why not
Shoes in the cot
Shoes to school
Shoes to the market
Shoes to the office
Why not wear shoes
poem by Moses Kainwo
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The Beauty Of The Sky
Beauty of the sky, is the richness of the blue.
Deepness of the sky, is the richness of the red.
Darkness of the sky, is the richness of the black.
Freshness of the sky, is the richness of the rain.
Glimpses of the sky, is the richness of the stars.
Smile of the sky, is the richness of the moon.
Sparks of the sky, is the richness of the lighting.
Beauty of the sky, is the richness of the clouds...
poem by Manzoor ilahi
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The Closet
In the closet hung her dresses
and her shoes were on the floor.
She would not wear the dresses now
nor the shoes anymore.
He could not give her clothes away.
He smelled them everyday.
In the closet hung her robes
and nightgowns that were sheer.
She would not wear them in the nights,
her nights no longer here.
He could not give them all away.
He fingered them every day.
In the closet he felt close to her
and spoke in whispered word.
'I remember how you looked in these.'
He spoke as if she heard.
'I cannot give your clothes away.
They're all I have of you today.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I And Thou!
i wont wear your clothes,
wont wear your shoes.
i wont live in your house,
i wont sweep your floors.
i wont share your food,
i wont wipe your ass.
i wont sleep in your bed,
i wont build your fire.
i will wear your clothes,
will wear your shoes.
i will live in your house,
i will sweep your floors.
i will share your food,
i will wipe your ass.
i will sleep in your bed,
i will build your fire.
i and thou,
defiant and reliant.
one in many, many in one,
confined, set free,
defined, beyond definition!
illusion, concepts,
or uncarved block!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I love clothes. I can't control myself. I have a huge fetish for shoes and clothes and make-up. I'm the kind of person who doesn't like to wear things over and over again.
quote by Hilary Duff
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You Don't Know Me
I will disguise myself so no one
will really know who I am.
I will wear bright clothes and flashy shoes
and they will call me ma'am.
But when I'm in no one's company
I'll let my hair all down.
I'll put on a drab old shirt
and slippers of shabby brown.
For clothes do make the person.
That's what I've been told.
When my flashy clothes are on
I'm a sight to behold.
But that's not who I am you know.
I'm just a plain old gal.
But I can fool the best of them.
They think I'm a femme fatale.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Raining Shoes
coming
from
an advance
on raining
cats
on raining
dogs
to raining
shoes
really
reality
check
is not
my thing
right?
let it
rain
manna
from
heaven
to feed
children
starving
to feed
parents
children
dying
now
today
of
poverty
starvation
indifference
empires
oil wars
let it
rain
clothes
shoes
to clothe
naked bodies
skeletal bones
suffering souls
let it
rain
let it
rain
poem by Terence George Craddock
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And Angels
The air from earth to Moon
honey-gold with souls and angels;
our every breath, rich with their spirit;
invisibility is their modesty.
To be unheeded, that’s OK too,
it’s the humility of love.
Angels; and those we call
spirits of another kind.
A harsh duty on those ‘daimons’,
to bring us woes that test us
for our later good. Our curses
mean to them, but duty done.
They too as all the rest
gazing only to their Source;
yet sometimes, sent as messengers;
their message clear, their journey
perhaps joyful with it;
their gaze is now on human kind.
What do they think of us?
Or are they past all thought?
Or, rich in the understanding
of our mortal souls?
Do they, announcing to that Mary
a miracle,
smile as they deliver?
How much do they reveal of Him?
Or do they in that instant
become her own humility?
The air, honey-gold with wonder;
we, breathing angels,
angels breathing us.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Extasie
Sat we two, one another best,
Bodies were left; souls rose and met.
They transacted their love at best.
Struck by the sight of their bodies,
Motionless, the souls asked themselves:
‘Our bodies why so we forbear?
They are ours, though they are not we.’
We are flames and they are matter.
‘We owe them thanks because they thus
did us, to us, a first convoy
yielded their forces, senses to us.’
The souls returned to their bodies,
And declared in solemnity:
“To feel love, we live in bodies.”
29.10.2008
[ Based on the poem with the same title, written by the famous love poet John Donne 1572-1631]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Jerusalem Is My Brother
Jerusalem is my brother
That I am very proud to have
Shallon shallon shallon
Jerusalem is my brother
Sometimes I borrow some clothes and shoes from my brother to wear
When I am tired of my own style and he doesn't mind because I borrow my Clothes and shoes for him to wear in return
So we ar e both doing a favor for each other
Shallon shallon shallon
Jerusalem is my brother
And I couldn't ask for a brother better than Jerusalem
Shallon Shallon Shallon
Jerusalem is my brother
And we are swimming in the Red Sea
Today but the good thing is that we will not sink in the Red Sea
Shallon Shallon Shallon
Jerusalem is my brother that I love very much
Shallon Shallon Shallon
Jerusalem is my brother
And he is the leader in everything we do togeher
And I am the follower
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Rich Beyond Compare
Everyone has their dreams,
always hoping one day
those dreams will come true
and I am no exception.
My dream was to become rich and famous
and some of my dream has come true.
I am rich beyond compare,
but not in money, oh no.
Richer than that by far.
I am rich with friends
that spread around the world
that I have adopted them into my family.
I guess I’m almost famous
as my work is read around the world.
Though fame doesn’t bother me anymore,
it is the richness of my friendships
I hold close to my heart.
No amount of money can make me richer
than what I am now,
rich with caring friends.
11 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Red Shoes
Oh i used to be disgusted
And now i try to be amused.
But since their wings have got rusted,
You know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain,
That's when i knew that i could not refuse.
And i won't get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
I was watching while you're dancing away.
Our love got fractured in the echo and sway.
How come everybody wants to be your friend?
You know that it still hurts me just to say it.
Oh, i know that she's disgusted (oh why's that)
Cause she's feeling so abused. (oh that's too bad)
She gets tired of the lust, (oh i'm so sad)
But it's so hard to refuse.
How can you say that i'm too old,
When the angels have stolen my red shoes.
Oh, i said "i'm so happy, i could die."
She said "drop dead," then left with another guy.
That's what you get if you go chasing after vengeance.
Ever since you got me punctured this has been my sentence.
Oh i used to be disgusted
And now i try to be amused.
But since their wings have got rusted,
You know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
Red shoes, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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(Angels Wanna Wear My) Red Shoes
Oh I used to be disgusted
And now I try to be amused.
But since their wings have got rusted,
You know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain,
That's when I knew that I could not refuse.
And I won't get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
Oh-oh.
I was watching while you're dancing away.
Our love got fractured in the echo and sway.
How come everybody wants to be your friend?
You know that it still hurts me just to say it.
Oh, I know that she's disgusted. (Oh why's that)
'Cause she's feeling so abused. (Oh that's too bad)
She gets tired of the lust, (Oh I'm so sad)
But it's so hard to refuse.
Can you say that I'm too old,
When the angels have stolen my red shoes?
Oh, I said "I'm so happy, I could die."
She said "Drop dead", then left with another guy.
That's what you get if you go chasing after vengeance.
Ever since you got me punctured this has been my sentence.
Oh I used to be disgusted
And now I try to be amused.
But since their wings have got rusted,
You know, the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
But when they told me 'bout their side of the bargain,
That's when I knew that I could not refuse.
And I won't get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
Oh I won't get any older, now the angels wanna wear my red shoes.
Red shoes, the angels wanna wear my red shoes. (repeat and fade)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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These Shoes
These shoes have walked a million miles
with the souls of men
who will never see
the sun rise again.
They walked beside great armies
as they rose to fight
in foreign far away lands.
These shoes saw the birth of nations
near and far
and the death of a child
that touch many hearts dear.
They watched great cities rise
and then crumble to dust.
These shoes that have walked a million miles
and then back again.
Though great have come and gone
these shoes still walk on
looking for life’s freedom be
within the soul of men.
They have observed many great things
on their journey
but the greatest treasure
that they sought
these shoes have yet to find..
12 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Cassio: Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my reputation!
line from Othello, Act II, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1603)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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On My Feet They Are Most Comfortable
You may laugh at me.
And how the shoes I wear,
Seem to be more than broken in.
But on my feet they are most comfortable.
They've been with me through thick and thin.
Exchanging them now,
Is not a thought I want to entertain.
Nor do I choose new shoes to make an impression.
You would have no idea how I treasure them.
Or is it a conversation I would like to start.
Since what I would say would be difficult to end.
You may laugh at me.
And how the shoes I wear,
Seem to be more than broken in.
Laugh as much as you want.
But these shoes you see me in...
And will again and again.
Are closer to me than my dearest friends.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Wing And A Prayer
I heard someone talking
about kids and what they wear.
They said they walk about these days
wearing nothing but a wing and a prayer.
I smiled to myself at that remark
because it was obviously they had forgot
about the clothes they used to wear.
So before we are quick to condemn
lets take a trip down memory lane,
back to the clothes we used to wear
when we were that age
and to the designs that were all the rage.
Suppose we go back to the sixties
now that was a good time,
the Mods and the Rockers,
scooters and motorbikes,
not to forget Flower Power.
Oh, yes I remember it well.
The drainpipe trousers,
sitting in the bath
to shrink the jeans down,
not forgetting the holy vest and long hair,
brothel creepers and winkle picker shoes,
and that was just the boys.
What about the girls with their skirts?
There was the maxi, the mini and the micro,
the latter once described as nothing more than a long scarf.
So before we condemn the youngsters today
for going around with nothing but a wing and a prayer, l
et us not forget what we used to wear.
I can remember my parents saying
your showing your knee
now that is so shocking.
Today people look at youngsters
saying it wasn’t like that in my day.
Don’t you believe it,
we were just as bad,
and we were just as crazy as kids today.
When it came to our clothes,
we have no right to condemn
for whatever they wear.
We were just the same at their age,
we used to wear
nothing more than a wing and a prayer.
We called it Fashion
way, way back then,
the same as they call it now.
poem by David Harris
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Reputation
I dont have a reputation
Falling faster all the time
Help me make my reputation
Ill help yours if youll help mine
My clothes are too big for my body
My bodys too big for my mind
I dont like humiliation
I can change my clothes
But I dont think Ill change my mind
Hey look! I just bought a beach house
So bring all your friends along
I dont need an explanation
Boss says I must leave right now
Take the night plane to vermont
Here I go, Im swinging low
Move out of my way
Come and take a look at what Ive found
Here I am, Ive got a plan
Dont walk away
My reputation follows me around
Once there was a girl in new york
Wonder where that girl has gone
She was full of adulation
I tried to phone her
Strange the number turns out wrong
Ive got all I ever wanted
But what Ive got, no-one wants to share
They turned down my application
Please wont you let me in
Seems like no-one ever cares
song performed by by Heaven 17
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Robes and Bodies
Kings, juries or priests are known by their robes.
Robes, not their bodies, demand attentions.
Souls are known by bodies they occupy.
Bodies shade souls as robes shade bodies.
(15.05.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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