Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
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BURYING friends is not a pomp,
Not, indeed, Roman:
Lacking the monument,
Heroic stone;
Nor is it an obscuring parasol,
The pad of customary gloves and cries
And a black leather mourning-carriage
Hung between death and the beholder's eyes.
This little bin of cancelled flesh
Strode the earth once,
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I have no words
So I'll say this instead:
I'll write a verse
For the missing;
For those words I could not write.
Though I could see them in my head,
When I looked at my paper,
They were gone again
So quick; they must have been snatched.
Vanished, just like that!
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How melodic is the shepherd's harp
Singing all day the eternity's song.
By his side, the hoopie and the hark
They stay in the ring and play along.
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listen a life story etched in water
both young or old individual stories unfold
to run to walk in old age waver
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At twilight's silence, a guest came to my door,
Though far my home from where he made his way.
I offered him fruits and juices, nothing more,
Oh, he declined, his spirit in dismay.
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there are countless stories etched in water
rain droplets fall from height heaven skies
with gentle grace bless seedlings spring crops
leaving ripples green on surface of earth space
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enter quiet corners of my mind
where shadows dance where whispers
trace silken strands cobweb contours
where forgotten dreams sleep in dust
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Jury selection is an integral nonpartisan process coveted by all free societies.
The defendant and the prosecution are equally tasked with this ultimate decision.
The behaviour in the courtroom is filled with mutual respect and human dignity.
Attacking a jury as rigged is like a 3 year old in the sandbox without supervision.
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I fear to utter the wrong word,
Criticized from every corner, unheard.
And I fear to take the risk, selfishly I wish to refrain,
Do we have room for mistakes to sustain?
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Может стоит попытаться и исправить этот мир!
Чтобы стало безопасно и понять, как нам всем жить?
Люди в нём не совершенны, но есть шанс, он есть всегда!
Добротой, с Надждой, Верой легче справится друзья!
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For Clarity:
The Jajasan Raden Saleh
in Jakarta's Menteng suburb,
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I sometimes, when the rainbow graces skies,
Desire to fly within its colors bright.
The painter of the rainbow, though, withholds
His brush, that I might amplify his hues.
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Monday morning, June 3, 2024 at 5: 52 a.m. and 6: 30 a.m.
—this poem is for my English friend Amelie Ison
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We know the exact moment our time on Earth began
but since we don't know exactly when it will end
may we think of time less as an enemy
and accept her as our friend
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I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
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If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
...
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; a rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
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(This is a composition in Pilipino Language the first one I did, the only one, and hope some of the Filipinos will get this funny poem in this site. The poem is updated with English translation)
Noong taong otsenta dekada
...
Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
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Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
...
you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
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On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
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"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
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If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
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A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
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Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
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"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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