I Give You This
There as searing beauty in the air
You breath. The is viscous tartar
In the teeth I leave.
No one can be wiser than the
Man who has worn it all,
Close to his chest.
I have worn nothing but diffident
Bequests.
So, you are better than all the rest.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Scarlet Ribbon
There are many ribbons
that our armed forces wear.
The brightest one
that stands out the most
is the scarlet ribbon
worn across the chest.
Some may call it
by a different name,
the red badge of courage,
but to me it is still
the scarlet ribbon
worn for all to see.
Sadly, most of these ribbons
are worn posthumously.
17 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Redemption
Four A.M., two hours to go
I'm wearing out a lonely glow
I miss you more than I could know
Here I am, here I am
I've got my hand in redemption's side
These scars are bigger than these doubts of mine
I'll fit all of these monstrosities inside
and I'll come alive
With my fist down at your feet
I was running out of mysteries
Insecure and incomplete, here I am, here I am,
won't you get me?
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me out
My fears have worn me, worn me
song performed by by Switchfoot
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Men Improve With The Years
I AM worn out with dreams;
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams;
And all day long I look
Upon this lady's beauty
As though I had found in a book
A pictured beauty,
pleased to have filled the eyes
Or the discerning ears,
Delighted to be but wise,
For men improve with the years;
And yet, and yet,
Is this my dream, or the truth?
O would that we had met
When I had my burning youth!
But I grow old among dreams,
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Believe In Me
Where's the love we had ?
When did it go bad ?
Or am I just insecure ?
I give all I can
Baby I'm your man
Tell me what you're in this for
Remind me
I can't go on
I know not what to do
My heart is worn
I feel as If I'm through
Please believe in me
'Cause what I need is for you
To believe in me
Countless sleepless nights
Never ending fights
I'm trying to make your dreams come true
I will sacrifice to find paradise
But I need to know you're behind me
I can't go on
I know not what to do
My heart is worn
I feel as If I'm through
Please believe in me
'Cause what I need is for you
To believe in me
I can't go on
I know not what to do
My heart is worn
I feel as If I'm through
Please believe in me
'Cause what I need is for you
To believe in me
I can't go on
I know not what to do
My heart is worn
I feel as If I'm through
Please believe in me
'Cause what I need is for you
To believe in me
To believe in me
To believe in me
To believe in me
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Lenny
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Loves Worn Out Again
Written by gerry beckley and bill mumy, 1983
Found on your move.
Like you said, youd never get used to it
But its lost that old surprise
Time comes and goes so quiet now
Leaves emptiness behind our eyes
Oh, darling, if I could spare us
From an hour of the pain
Like you said, youd never get used to it
But loves worn out again
Winters here, bring the blankets out
To cover up the cold
Im dreamin of the good nights sleep
Like I used to know in days of old
You told me you felt all alone
But you did not tell me when
Like you said, youd never get used to it
But loves worn out again
Loves worn out again, darling
Its moved around the bend, darling
Theres no telling when
Well feel it again
Oh, maybe I cant see whats plainly in my view
Oh, I wish I was a better man, maybe its just you
But theres something goin on here
Like a wound that will not mend
Like you said, youd never get used to it
But loves worn out again
Loves worn out again, darling
Its moved around the bend, darling
Theres no telling when
Well feel it again
Loves worn out again, darling
Its moved around the bend, darling
Theres no telling when
Well feel it again
Loves worn out again, darling
Its moved around the bend, darling
Theres no telling when
Well feel it again ...
song performed by by America
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Worn Out Nervous Condition
Written by John Mellencamp
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
I thought we were having fun
We were walking in the sun baby me and you
Now you give me the cheek every time we kiss
And I don't know what to do so
Go ahead and break my heart
It's your time to break my heart
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
I heard the miracle in your voice
The miracle gave me no choice
What am I gonna do here by myself
I'm so afraid of being all by myself so
Go ahead and break my heart
It's your time to break my heart
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
Go ahead and break my heart
It's your time to break my heart
Go ahead and break my heart
It's your time to break my heart
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
I'm in a worn out nervous condition over you
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Designer clothes worn by children are like snowsuits worn by adults. Few can carry it off successfully.
quote by Fran Lebowitz
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My overcoat is worn out; my shirts also are worn out. And I ask to be allowed to have a lamp in the evening; it is indeed wearisome sitting alone in the dark.
quote by William Tyndale
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Worn-out
Worn-out clothes
Worn-out bodies
Soul and I
We both move
Connecting ourselves
With nature
According to actions
According to thoughts.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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An adventure may be worn as a muddy spot or it may be worn as a proud insignia. It is the woman wearing it who makes it the one thing or the other.
quote by Norma Shearer
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A Candle's Reminder
I am, where, once before, things happened
The candle crackles as if to say
Do not pretend
This place holds no memory
And so the mind fetches the worn key
And fumbles in the frozen lock
If you must, it says
Preferring to keep its distance
Embrace the bittersweet memory of earlier poems
When heartbroken verse remained unwritten
Dwell
Dwell in that viscous and ephemerally transparent wax
Flame perilously close to death by errant draft
And know that this is the way of the world
Trace her memory and carve it ever deeper
Over
And over
Then pretend it never happened.
And find true comfort in this.
poem by Blue Guitar
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Mundane Beauty
A cluster of Day Lilies glow
like embers beneath the shadow
of a time-worn Box elder tree
that's plainly visible to see
if looking for mundane beauty.
Their golden flowers so briefly
lived poses for a single day;
at days end they wither away.
Their presence always call to mind
that beauty last the briefest time
but I possess a memory
where beauty lives eternally.
Though they will die I'd soon exhume
I'd close my eyes they'd still be bloomed.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Please let me sleep Lord
My mortal body's just a worn out shack
and there is nothing here to hold me back.
I want to close my eyes, draw my last breath
and walk with Jesus through the Vale of death.
Please let me sleep Lord and I'll be at peace
for death to me will be a great release.
Take me Lord, I just want to close my eyes
and wake up there with You in Paradise.
July 1 2009***Giving His Boots a Rest
He is resting
In a comfortable Library chair
With his boots and jacket on
His backpack is nearby
He's reading today's paper
And has three plastic covered
Magazines stacked on the floor
To read next
He's in from the cold and rain
He's in where it's warm and dry
He's been to the men's room to
Wash himself and his socks and shorts
Wrapped in a plastic bag
He'll dry them later
Now he's trying to get his boots to dry
They're damp and well worn
They are not worn out
Just like him
They are well worn
They've covered many miles
He's worked in them
He's slept in them
To keep warm and to see
That they are not stolen
Where do you put your shoes at night?
Under you bed? In your closet?
It's been a long time
Since he's had either
How do you
Keep your feet from freezing
In the long hard-frost winter nights?
How do you keep warm?
If you'd never had to worry
You wouldn't appreciate
The warm dry Library chair
That gives his boots a rest
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Reverse Psychology
Never could I get,
With you...
Too exhausted.
And I keep my breath,
Minted fresh.
As we caress.
And find ourselves,
Awakening from a night...
Of peaceful rest.
Although for me,
Those times may come...
Infrequently.
You see...
Nothing between us,
Will I ever let upset.
Or will I eat,
Without carefully brushing,
All my teeth.
That's how close,
I want us to be!
And I pray and hope,
Those days will come,
More frequently.
'And I do get...
Your reverse psychology.'
Honey...
What are you talking about?
'Honeeeee...
What are you talking about?
I can take a hint.
I will gargle AND brush my teeth!
How's that? '
Well...
Hurry up.
Before I fall to sleep!
'All you had to say,
Was that my breath smells bad! '
Does it?
I didn't notice.
'And remove all of those mints from the bed,
Before I get back.'
WHY are you so sensitive?
Geeeessshhh.
'Shut,
Up!
Do not say another thing.
Poetically or not.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Marriage Ring
THE ring, so worn as you behold,
So thin, so pale, is yet of gold:
The passion such it was to prove--
Worn with life's care, love yet was love.
poem by George Crabbe
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Coffee Pot
coffee pot, , ,
old, worn, stained
by service...
faithful,
ready to give
warmth and needed...
sharpness, clarity.....
we are no more,
and often less....
on our best days,
in our best worn jeans,
boots laced and ready.....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Around Here.
His battered old suit
simply his best
by not being worn
hangs on a hanger
waiting for a Sunday
or a christening or a funeral
to come ‘round
but nothing ever comes ‘round
‘round here
...only an occasional Sunday
or the funeral
that is your own
your last chance
to wear your best
now that Eternity
tired of all that time
settles into
your death
like a well worn
suit of clothes
and the occasional Sundays
go on & on
without you.
Yep, nothing happens much
‘round here
‘cept Death
and Life is glad
of the rest.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Beauty Absolute
She is to pass
by this junction at six
After her office,
Worn-out and exhausted
Even if she has overworked
Yet, her basic beauty
Is quite appealing
And is at the crest
In announcement
Of the standing truth
That a thing of beauty
Is joy for ever.
poem by Santhana Louis
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Looking For The Holes
I am looking for the holes
the holes in your jeans
because I want to know
are they worn out in the seat
or are they worn out in the knees
there are so many ways to wear
what we've got before it's gone
to make use of what is there
I don't wear anything I can't wipe my hands on
do your policies fit between the headlines
are they written in newsprint
song performed by by Ani DiFranco from Not So Soft
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