The Tale Of The Scorpian And The
Am I going
to cut my cloth
to suit you
is a leopard
going to change
his spots.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Can a leopard
change its spots?
'In a way...'
said Darwin,
tied in knots...
Then would
a leopard
spot its changes?
'Evolution
might arrange this...'
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A leopard does not change his spots, or change his feeling that spots are rather a credit.
quote by Ivy Compton-Burnett
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Leopard
Leopards with their spots
Four legged polka dots
Jaguars too have spots
Leopard have densely spots
Jaguars have central spots
You and I call them spots
But Zoologist calls them
'Rosettes' which doesn't rhyme with spots.
Better to call them 'spots'
because it rhymes with 'dots.'
We Shape Our Future
Inspired by my friend Terry Turner.
We shape our future
by what we’ve done in the past.
We write our destiny
by the conduct of our youth.
They say a leopard
never changes his spots
and we are much the same.
Our behaviour is controlled
by what we’ve done before.
We can try to change
but it’s harder than you think.
We’ve already shaped ourselves
with the good and the bad.
22 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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Freedom Of Choice Purpose Exercised
delight in judgement fear rejection
true character is on courage display
freedom of choice purpose exercised
What more could any possibly ask of you?
Leopard cannot change spots distinct defined
Zebra wears stripes to blend Lion hunt blind
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The rain wets the leopard's spots but does not wash them off.
A leopard's spots: or, what is bred in the babe will come out in the flesh.
Rain beats a leopard's skin, but it does not wash out the spots.
Rain wets a leopard's skin, but it does not wash out the spots.
Rain beats on a leopard's skin, but it does not wash out the spots.
Rain wets the leopard's spots, but it doesn't wash them off.
The Woman At The Washington Zoo
The saris go by me from the embassies.
Cloth from the moon. Cloth from another planet.
They look back at the leopard like the leopard.
And I. . . .
this print of mine, that has kept its color
Alive through so many cleanings; this dull null
Navy I wear to work, and wear from work, and so
To my bed, so to my grave, with no
Complaints, no comment: neither from my chief,
The Deputy Chief Assistant, nor his chief--
Only I complain. . . . this serviceable
Body that no sunlight dyes, no hand suffuses
But, dome-shadowed, withering among columns,
Wavy beneath fountains--small, far-off, shining
In the eyes of animals, these beings trapped
As I am trapped but not, themselves, the trap,
Aging, but without knowledge of their age,
Kept safe here, knowing not of death, for death--
Oh, bars of my own body, open, open!
The world goes by my cage and never sees me.
And there come not to me, as come to these,
The wild beasts, sparrows pecking the llamas' grain,
Pigeons settling on the bears' bread, buzzards
Tearing the meat the flies have clouded. . . .
Vulture,
When you come for the white rat that the foxes left,
Take off the red helmet of your head, the black
Wings that have shadowed me, and step to me as man:
The wild brother at whose feet the white wolves fawn,
To whose hand of power the great lioness
Stalks, purring. . . .
You know what I was,
You see what I am: change me, change me!
poem by Randall Jarrell
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The leopard that covers its black spots with hamaton dust solution will truly be exposed when the rain season comes.
When rain beats on a leopard it wets it, but rain does not wash out its spots.
Art of Cloth
From fiber, to spinning wheel
From thread, to weaving mill
From textile, to sewing machine
Cloth is continuous ceremony
Whether knitting, whether embroider
Whether patchwork, whether bead work
The beautiful batik, the intricate songket
Cloth is concentration lesson
The strata symbol, the politeness norm
The body art, the cover part
Wedding dress, black tie suit
Cloth is human civilization
From skin, to fabric
From corset, to mini skirt
From blue jeans, to legging
Cloth is history record
Classic style, replied fashion
Color play, motif trend
Mismatch mode, big bang accessories
Cloth is social adaptation
Conservative nerd, ethnic vintage
Religion veil, punk rebel
Costume play, Gothic Lolita
Cloth is identity crisis
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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