Fine Garments Clothe
We arise transported
fresh from warm
cleansing waters
of restorative bathing,
reluctant to leave
sweet fragrance
of scented waters.
To attend application,
of that first tentative
layer, of an expensive
pleasing perfume.
It raises our spirits,
from mire of depression.
Preparation for challenge
in oncoming day.
Raises recurrent mondayitis
spirits, from mire of Monday.
Leaving behind sanctuary
comfort of found
cave like refuge
seclusion carved out
from threatening
encroaching
competitive world.
We stand forth
early or late from dawn,
to face the world
with purpose,
in predetermined day.
Our duty performed
so exploitative society
may creak groan,
under the strain
of this a new day.
We proceed to apply,
the first tentative
layer, of our
pleasing perfume.
As we apply ourselves
to applications needed,
to face our challenges
as challenges are greeted.
With this our new found
borrowed freshness of mind.
Fine clothing maketh the man
acceptable in society,
desired of conversation
with a richness, of companionship.
Practical clothing maketh him
suitable to appointed station.
Clothes single man out like a brand.
But clothing does not maketh the man.
Merely an aid if wisely rich used
fine clothes do not a man make.
The effect of fine garments, cloth
selected cut sized, the fine tailored suit.
May lift dismal downcast spirit
pleasant pacifying appraising eye.
We are happy and at ease
sealed beneath protective comfort,
of clothed status presence.
Basking within praise clothed
impressions earned for us.
Sunning ourselves upon heights
clothes exhibited carried us to.
Our appearance our words
our actions exemplified so rarely
are actions greater than ourselves.
Rarely does conduct raise
above aspirations ardently achieved.
Only through carelessness
beneath us does conduct forfeited fall.
Due to lack of earnest applied effort,
focused strength, or inconsistent endurance.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Very Fine Love
(bob dipiero / jim photoglo)
I never knew how good love could be
All Id ever known was make believe
So many times Ive played the fool
Baby, til I met you
Now everything has fallen in place
You can tell by the smile on my face
For every lonely tear that Ive cried
Im that much satisfied
Weve got a fine, fine, very fine love
Weve got a fine, fine, very fine love
You know it when you find one
Shining like a diamond
Its so fine, fine, very fine love
How did I ever live without your love?
Its the only thing Im certain of
No matter what Im going through
I know I can count on you
You are more precious to me every day
Life is better now in every way
You dont have to lay the world at my feet
You have made my world complete
Weve got a fine, fine, very fine love, oh, oh
Weve got a fine, fine, very fine love
You know it when you find one
Shining like a diamond
Its so fine, so fine, very fine love
Ive got no apprehensions
Youve got the best intentions
Weve got a, weve got a, weve got a fine, fine, very fine love
Weve got a fine, fine, very fine love
A very fine
A very fine love
Very fine love, ah, ha, ooh, hoo
So fine, hey, so fine
So good, so good love
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Fine, Fine, Very Fine Love
I never knew how good a love could be
all i'd ever known was make beleive
so many times i played the fool
baby till i met you
now everything has fallen in place
you can tell by the smile on my face
for every lonely tear that i've cried
i'm that much satisfied
(Chrous)
We've got a fine fine very fine love
We''ve got a fine fine very fine love
You know it when you find one shining like a diamond
It's so fine fine very fine love
You are more precious to me every day
life is better now in every way
you don't have to lay the world at my feet
you have made my world complete
(Chorus)
I've got no apprehensions
you've got the best intentions
we've got a we've got a ..
fine fine very fine love
(Chorus)
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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It is the mind that maketh good of ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
quote by Edmund Spenser
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It is the mind that maketh good or ill, that maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
quote by Edmund Spenser
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It is the mind that maketh good or ill, That maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor.
quote by Michel de Montaigne
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Ok, Fine, Whatever
ok, you are fine,
and i am fine too,
ok you sit there
and look at me
i also sit here
i can also do
what you do,
ok, fine, you are fine
and i am fine too,
stare at me
and i stare at you
ok, fine,
i am tired,
ok, fine,
i am also one suffering soul,
ok fine,
i know, what to wait
ok fine,
i know what waiting time is
i dont like to wait
but i wait just the same
it has something to do
with what is due me
and when
it has something to do
with what is given
and what i must receive
and return
everything, not
a thing, i return everything
that is given,
ok, i am fine,
i wait, i think, i ponder, i reflect,
i have nothing
to say....my lips are sealed, i like
my mouth shut
i like my spirit silenced
i like it still here, i am not going anywhere.
regards to
God.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Hill
A hill is in the sky much too high,
Offering us a new scene too beautiful,
But when is the strength to apply?
We must shift and learn and amplify,
Leaving too much time that is abnormal,
A hill is in the sky much too high.
Kill the souls of the fathers that are by,
Watch for the elements of risks considerable,
But when is the strength to apply?
I shun from single mothers who fight and buy
A lesser man who burns the clothes all horrible,
A hill is in the sky much too high.
You must change your job like water, or die,
For to die is greater than to be immortal,
But when is the strength to apply?
Jostle in the sand for a gun or a plan to dissatisfy,
Finding one job is too plain and immoral,
But when is the strength to apply?
A hill is in the sky much too high.
poem by Naveed Akram
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It is the eye of other people that ruin us. If I were blind I would want, neither fine clothes, fine houses or fine furniture.
quote by Benjamin Franklin
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Finery
IN an elegant frock, trimm'd with beautiful lace,
And hair nicely curl'd, hanging over her face,
Young Fanny went out to the house of a friend,
With a large little party the evening to spend.
'Ah! how they will all be delighted, I guess,
And stare with surprise at my handsome new dress!'
Thus said the vain girl, and her little heart beat,
Impatient the happy young party to meet.
But, alas! they were all too intent on their play
To observe the fine clothes of this lady so gay,
And thus all her trouble quite lost its design;–
For they saw she was proud, but forgot she was fine.
'Twas Lucy, though only in simple white clad,
(Nor trimmings, nor laces, nor jewels, she had,)
Whose cheerful good-nature delighted them more
Than Fanny and all the fine garments she wore.
'Tis better to have a sweet smile on one's face,
Than to wear a fine frock with an elegant lace,
For the good-natured girl is loved best in the main,
If her dress is but decent, though ever so plain.
poem by Ann Taylor
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The Sign
Around the nation, around the world
Whats been going down?
A million voices, one question hurled
Heard in every town
All of the people, one simple plea
What will happen now?
Asked in concern for their destiny
Got to know somehow
They say
They say
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
I saw the sign
So if you want to know whats going on
Going round and round
Youd better ask before your world is gone
Gone without a sound
They say
They say
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
I saw the sign
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
Everything will be fine
I saw the sign
song performed by by Human League
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Finery
In an elegant frock, trimm'd with beautiful lace,
And hair nicely curl'd, hanging over her face,
Young Fanny went out to the house of a friend,
With a large little party the evening to spend.
"Ah! how they will all be delighted, I guess,
And stare with surprise at my handsome new dress!"
Thus said the vain girl, and her little heart beat,
Impatient the happy young party to meet.
But, alas! they were all too intent on their play
To observe the fine clothes of this lady so gay,
And thus all her trouble quite lost its design;
For they saw she was proud, but forgot she was fine.
'Twas Lucy, though only in simple white clad,
(Nor trimmings, nor laces, nor jewels, she had,)
Whose cheerful good-nature delighted them more
Than Fanny and all the fine garments she wore.
'Tis better to have a sweet smile on one's face,
Than to wear a fine frock with an elegant lace,
For the good-natured girl is loved best in the main,
If her dress is but decent, though ever so plain.
poem by Jane Taylor
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It's Easy To Be Silent
It's easy to be silent
and not make any waves.
Let things be
that you see.
Don't step up actively
and everything will be fine,
but not within your mind.
It's easy to be silent
and never say a word.
Have a cup of coffee.
Think about your sanity
and everything will be fine,
but not within your mind.
Or will it?
Will it stop what's goin' down?
Will it change the world around
and keep you in a comfort zone,
keep you where you will condone
how the world keeps spinnin'
with all the bad guys winnin'?
Oh no! Not so. It's so repressive
you feel aggressive.
Can't say what's on your mind.
Close your eyes.
Make believe you're blind
and everything will be fine.
It's easy to be silent.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Fine Clothes
Fine clothes ruin nobody,
A sea of change has emitted
Rays of a decision that affects,
And fine clothes make you work.
A handsome judge has committed
The deed we disarrange from the exams;
Rushing into the streets, he causes us
Mayhem and injustice when poked.
There shone forth a ridiculous light,
The light of what was to come,
The eyes joyfully became light
Of a tree that rooted itself in the plans.
poem by Naveed Akram
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All That I Have Left
The Apostle Paul recommended women should
not seek beauty in hairstyles, ornaments, jewellery
and expensive clothes, true beauty lies in character;
I say: Thank you, the hairstyle is easily done due to
the thin feathers on my head, as for the clothes
I have to wear something, the clothes I have is ugly
enough - I cannot find pretty clothes in my size - and
now I find none that fits, neither pretty or ugly; at least
Paul said clothing is required, my only option is to mail-
order a burka as the clothes in our Western shops
Are an unqualified flop - for me at least, I comply with
the requirements for looking ugly; working on character
is all that I have left - Paul, you did not recommend
anything, you simply stated the state of affairs!
1 Timothy 3: 9 & 10
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Ripplin Waters
I got rippling waters to wake me
To the morning, my woman and love
Our tall pine trees are pointing us easily to heaven above
Blue spruce flaming on the grate in the evening
Takes the chill away fine
Cut the telephone line and the storys the same
Theres an old red chair by our window
That we found at a sale down the lane
Some old women said they needed more room for the winter
People like to pull out the stuffing when they sit down
So it passes the time
Cut the telephone line and the storys the same
Blow like a bubble on a windy day
Start to flutter when I hear you say
That you feel to good to go away
And you make me feel fine
Youve made my world a warmer place
By the sparkle of your diamond face
On a frayed spot, put a little lace
And you make me feel fine
Warm as the mountain sunshine
On the edge of the snowline
In a meadow of columbine
Oh, little jennifer, Id give a penny for
What youve got on your mind
It seems like most of the time youre lying here dreaming.
Maybe in your vision youve seen how our mission is slightly less than divine
Cut the telephone line and the storys the same
Yep, now rippling waters flow through pipes
In the walls and theyre keeping me warm
And the closest Ive been tomy family for days is our music
You can silently stare in themorning sky
Its like hearing her calling my name
Cut the telephone line and the story might change
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Now quiet
I know you rarely speak
But make me completely weak
When I rise to stick the stand
You refuse me and fail to understand
I fall like mango fruit
It fails to appeal me or suit
How could I blink at those eyes?
Which were once open to my simple try?
No doubts you were like ivory idol
Carved out from glass as doll
I used to rejoice at simple appearance
Now I have lost it to as rare chance
Nothing to exchange now in form of words
Nothing to look behind as an action afterward
I am lying on ground with clopped wings
A bird alright but no melody in praise to sing
She promised me to be mine
It all appeared pleasing and fine
I was prepared to go for an extra mile
Something unusual took in between for a while
What was charm in her simple look?
Like good smell coming out from food as cooked
Where to start and where to end
She was like angel and heavenly sent
I was simple man in race
Completely lost in glamorous and innocent face
I asked for hand to be permanent
She had something else to comment
"No, dear I can't side with you"
This is correct and only true
What was fun then in any try to woo?
My all energy got lost and forbidden me to flew
I now look at no other charm
If not help but certainly they may harm
I wished warmth and long spell
But here was different story to tell
I am dying of literally death
Some one may come and offer floral wreath
"Here lived an simple soul as poet"
No more words now as he is now quiet"
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Orphaned
Don't leave me here mom, don't
Though you may find me fed and clothed
I'm not happy, I pine for your love.
Didn't you do it mom to see I don't starve?
But believe me mom
Beneath all my food and all my clothes
I can't hide the shame of feeling orphaned.
Don't just go away mom,
Scold me, abuse me
But let me be with you
Coz for me starvation is no shame
And even though I go unfed and unclothed
At home I have a name.
Here I am fed and clothed
But not fed with love
I pine for it mom,
A place in your heart,
Don't leave me here and depart.
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Ripplin Waters
This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the I want to live album, and has also been released on the the country roads collection album.
Got ripplin waters to wake me
To be more than my woman in love
All pine trees are pointin to see easily
To see heaven above
Blue spruce flamin on the grate in the evening
Takes the chill away fine
Cut the telephone line
The storys the same
Theres a worn red chair by the window
That you found at a sale down the way
When some old women said that they
Needed more room for the winter
People like pullin at the stuffing
When they sit down
So it passes the time
Cut the telephone line
The storys the same
Ooh, like a bubble on a windy day
Start to flutter when I hear you say
That you feel too good to go away
And you make me feel fine
And you made the world a warmer place
By the sparkle of your diamond face
On a gray spot with a little lace
And you make me feel fine
Warm as a mountain in sunshine
On the edge of the snowline
In a meadow of columbine
Oh little gennifer
Id give a penny for
What youve got on your mind
Seems like most of the time youre lyin there dreamin
Maybe in your vision you see how
Our mission is slightly less than divine
Cut the telephone line
The storys the same
Now, ripplin waters flow through the ceiling
And the walls there, their keepin me warm
And the closest Ive been with my family for days
Is my music
But the silently stare in the morning sky
Is like hearing her calling my name
Cut the telephone line
The story might change
Ooh, like a bubble on a windy day
Start to flutter when I hear you say
That you feel too good to go away
And you make me feel fine
Warm as a mountain sunshine
On the edge of the snowline
In a meadow of columbine
Words and music by jimmy ibotson
song performed by by John Denver
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Fine Line
You're walking a fine line
You're walking a fine line
You're living on borrowed time
You're walking a fine line
Don't pretend you don't see
What's in front of your eyes
We're scraping the gutter
Or we're touching the skies
There's times when I feel
I'm in the eye of a storm
But there's times when I feel
That we could fly up to the moon
To the moon
You're walking a fine line
You're walking a fine fine line
You're living on borrowed time
You're walking a fine line
I know you agree that
We should try to work it out
It's too good to throw away
I never had a doubt
We're so good together
And there's nothing to prove
Seems we gotta learn
To take the rough times with the smooth
With the smooth
You're walking a fine line
You're walking a fine fine line
You're living on borrowed time
You're walking a fine line
You're walking a fine line
You're living on borrowed time
You're walking a fine line
song performed by by Will Young from From Now On
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I have rarely seen the face of a mechanic in the action of creation which was not fine, never one which was not earnest and impressive.
quote by Thomas Nelson Page
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