Beige To Beige
No songs on the stereo
That we could sing with anymore
No dance that I can do
That would not embarrass you
A sound bite here and there
With no reason for me to care
Chorus:
Its just beige to beige
Thats all it is these days
Little windows for you to crawl through
You just do whats expected of you
Its just beige to beige to beige
These days
Uniforms for this and that
To be in our club you must wear this hat
Charlies gonna look out for you
You just do what youre supposed to do
Youre gonna fit in here
Just like you should
Learn the rules and learn them good
Chorus:
Its just beige to beige
Thats all it is these days
Little windows for you to crawl through
You just do whats expected of you
Its just beige to beige to beige
These days
If you need a thought
Well give it to you
Our statistics show what we do is true
A world without color
Is a world without sound
A world to keep the rabble down
So close the deal, close the door
Forget about the colors that you knew before
Chorus:
Its just beige to beige
Thats all it is these days, yeah
Little windows for you to crawl through
And charlie gonna take care of you
Its just beige to beige to beige
These days
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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What really grabs me about living in Tucson is the color beige.
quote by Max Cannon
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On the beige car hood
large snow flakes and the freckles
spread across her chest
haiku by Ray Schreiber
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My Favorite blanket
When I was very little
I had a favorite blanket
I named her (For to me that
fluffy piece of fabric with
threads hanging off it,
was a girl) Yes I named her
Boobie
Now boobie was 'brown'
with small flecks of 'fawn'
she Hung by my side from dusk
until dawn.
One day as I sat in my 'beige' child's seat
with a 'chocolate' ice cream I was trying to eat
it melted and covered me from head to my feet
my boobie and I were stuck to the seat
Chocolate everywhere
Everything turned 'brown' including the 'beige'
little chair I now found.
Mummy would be so angry I knew
so I decided on what I must do
I gathered the mess
took it into the bath
filled up the tub
and then for a laugh
chucked in the chair with me and my clothes
funny thing happened the water just rose
over it flowed onto the floor
a sticky 'chocolate brown' water ran out the door
I remember Mummy did not think it fun
when she saw the mess and what I had done
She sent me to think about things in my room
with my soggy 'brown' blanket
to help ease my gloom
poem by Janice M Pickett
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Primary Colours
I'm on a diet
of happy pills
no more grey
beige or cream
give me a carpet
of wild flowers
to lay my head
and dream.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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A Drift Wood Wants To Tell A Story
a pale white driftwood
on beige sands
wants to tell a story
the river has a mouth
the sea has a tongue
the island has a face
but all of them
have no ears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There was a perception that life here was-I won't say gray, that's hard for me-but beige.
quote by Hanna Holborn Gray
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Club Montepulciano
Fiona said something nice to me
Green velvet jacket sets you free
Lenny beige is performing spinning wheel
Club montepulciano is what you need
Blue hawaii, piccadilly whore
A cocktail is what Im longing for
Blue hawaii, piccadilly whore
Roger fell asleep you know
Fiona said something nice to me
New blue chique suit sets you free
Lenny beige is performing spinning wheel
Club montepulciano is what you need
Blue hawaii, piccadilly whore
A cocktail is what Im longing for
Blue hawaii, piccadilly whore
Roger fell asleep you know
song performed by by Hooverphonic
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Cucumber
Beige suede boots seem to be warm.
An aqua-blue hemp shirt am I wearing.
Breathe the breeze coming into the kitchen from the window at noon.
I'm ready to welcome summer, cutting cucumbers.
Her Beautiful Face In My Dream
lilac lips
beige skin
morning eyes
dancing eyelashes
such a beautiful face of a woman
in my dream
i keep telling myself
she loves me
how can one accept the sad
conclusion
that she loves me
not?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Usual Human Situation
it rains today
the dogs are inside the house
resting their heads on
beige tile floors
outside the roads are
busy with cellophane covered
pedicabs
women with colored umbrellas
men with their hats on
some children are playing under the rain
and as usual
i am in my own comfort zone
watching
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mannequin Complex
During my formative years,
my mother had this annoying habit
of taking me into shoe stores
and forgetting all about me.
She'd try on heels and pumps,
sandals and beige leather boots,
winking at herself in the mirror,
like she was Cinderella.
I'd crawl into the stockroom
behind the stacks of boxes,
until the last employee clicked
off the lights and headed home.
Then I'd emerge, place a shoe horn
in the palm of my favorite mannequin,
and sleep at her feet gleefully
because she was my flesh and blood.
poem by Jeffrey McDaniel
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Backlash Blues
Langston hughes, nina simone
Mr. backlash, mr. backlash
Just who do think I am
You raise my taxes, freeze my wages
And send my son to vietnam
You give me second class houses
And second class schools
Do you think that alla colored folks
Are just second class fools
Mr. backlash, Im gonna leave you
With the backlash blues
When I try to find a job
To earn a little cash
All you got to offer
Is your mean old white backlash
But the world is big
Big and bright and round
And its full of folks like me
Who are black, yellow, beige and brown
Mr. backlash, Im gonna leave you
With the backlash blues
Mr. backlash, mr. backlash
Just what do you think I got to lose
Im gonna leave you
With the backlash blues
Youre the one will have the blues
Not me, just wait and see
song performed by by Nina Simone
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I Freaking Love You
i love you i said, cant u hear me i love u, i love u, dont u know life without you is hell breaking loose, you are the sunshine of the other half of me, so let us rejoice as one full sunshine, again i love u
poem by Amro Beige
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Two Rings Under a Bloody Rug
My perspectives lessen with the very ballrooms I've crept in,
The swaying dancers that waltz along the quilted beige silk,
In each hand is a sweat that remembers a bet,
This bet that lingers under their dancing quartet,
This bet may have been forgotten between a ode to regret,
A ring here, a thought there, a check nearest to chess,
Consider it done, their favorite pronunciation towards lies,
So pack up, dim the lights, watch them leave the room softly,
Because they are read... ready... envious to die
poem by by unknown author
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I Hate You For Living
I hate you
Your hair smells like bleach
You’re somebody’s beach
You think you’re a success
But you fail in life
I prefer knowledge of a ware wolf
Then to be u
You need major help
Your only advantage is your tall
You live to be maked fun of
Not to make fun of
So go get a life
And please some knowledge
So take moment to think about your life
I really suggest that u change your life
poem by Amro Beige
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F o x... In... B r a s s...
Tawny beige, young crystal fox...
she carries her arrogance well,
poisingly... 'pon narrowed shag,
plush, wine-deep burgandy.
No Gaultier Catwalk,
this be prologue
to an attitude dripping
hubrisly,
poutingly;
so damn angrily,
thickly fulfilingly -
strutting toe o'er toe -
yet with masked self-woe... such paradox.
No, Dramas' never seen the likes of her before,
All rise for her gala Brass encore!
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Color Boxed
Father You've made me black I see.
Black though outside but not inside of me!
Others of colors like nature You've made...
Are locked and color boxed,
Giving each other cold shoulders
And shade!
This can not be the reality You'd want us to have?
Living in limitations with disagreements that don't pass!
What is it that we should do?
What is it?
This is what I ask.
Everyone seems to speak of dreams
Of kicking each other's ass!
And this has been long lasting,
A stagnant task that is so sad!
Father You've made me black I see.
Those without color
Believe they are superior than me!
And those of shades from dark to beige,
Also are mistreated!
Will we ever overcome being color boxed...
To be saved?
Before we are all defeated?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Stripper
She showed up in a faded dress of beige
Quite decent, till the time when she sat down
And then again, after crossing her legs
This time though, she didn't charge for what she'd shown
'The clothing shortage did affect your dress? '
'Oh, this short skirt? That's to announce my job.'
'But what you've worn has seen much better days.'
'I have to save for all the folks I love.'
'Relax, ' I said, ' you're not to work but paid
You need not strip, just tell me what I'll ask
Because I'll write your story now instead
And will that be, to you, a harder task? '
She was among those nameless refugees
Fleeing from tyranny and poverty
Whose skills by hand and mouth might have been less
But in body and face she's got plenty
To some orphans of war she'd have to share
This, I was told by her before we part
Some may think they've seen everything of her
But, lucky me, I got to see her heart.
.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Pax Modern
Away from fading windows
sealed deep within the efficient building
empty chairs wait.
Gleaming floors echo
friends laughing
hello and
goodbye,
but here I sit
alone.
The sun set without me tonight.
Through long corridors I watched
as slit windows softly glowed
with withered passion.
But night rises suddenly!
Night is a fast clock,
firing rounds of morning, tomorrow, next week,
next year
into my defenseless heart!
Night is a rude guest,
an expected surprise.
But where is God?
In this comfortable cave
bright, sterile altars serve
quick
convenient offerings.
No squalor of crucifixion here!
These are painless rooms,
climate controlled,
self-satisfied.
My soul dozes.
From troubling dreams
of resurrection
beige walls lull me
to dubious peace.
poem by Steven Federle
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30th Page
My Life, my story,
Like a play on stage
A book with a tale
Year for me, for you just a page.
The first few ones
Day's innocent, beautiful age
But time gets hard,
was destined to rage
In teens imagined
Bird trapped in a cage
Who dreams freedom
Feathers all white with a little beige.
Twenties spent, in tests n struggle
Came of age, could measure n gauge
limits and restrictions, its all in ones head
its Liberation Day on my 30th page.
poem by Samima Shah
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