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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How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown--
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
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To and fro, to and fro
In my little boat I go
Sailing far across the sea
All alone, just little me.
And the sea is big and strong
And the journey very long.
To and fro, to and fro
In my little boat I go.
Sea and sky, sea and sky,
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I am a fakir on earth.
I am the only child of lust.
Journey is not only birth and death
Sadness and happiness are all illusions
There is no regrets in the present.
My existence is because of you.
Whatever happens, it is your grace.
There is no word, only bow down to this
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'Whenever I brought a toy for you,
you played with it and being tired of it,
you broke it two two pieces.
Being annoyed of you I decided,
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On this morning
I remember the Friends of Allah,
Who were not like Moses who,
Walked up to the Mountain At-Tur,
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beware sweeping statements
especially sweeping statements
made by politicians dictators
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I have a gift for the world
I have written a new poem book titled:
'OUR GOA - SO FULL OF SUNSHINE AND SPLENDOUR'.
I want you to read it
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The coach signaled timeout and called the team to the sidelines. There were eight minutes left in the biggest game of their lives, and they would be playing for three minutes with a severe disadvantage. They had committed a succession of penalties within a span of less than 60 seconds, and they would now be playing without three men on the field. In lacrosse this is referred to as ‘Man Down.'
Usually it's only ‘One Man Down, ' or at the most, ‘Two Men Down, ' but few watching that day had ever seen a team go ‘Three Men Down.' This meant that their star goalie T.J. Braxton was only going to have three defenders in front of him instead of the usual six.
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Road
theory as original poem is on the road.
poetry is concet-postconcept mode and code of wisdom exploration tour of a -child -after- a child- a -man- after- a -man realms of reakity layered-delayered-constructed-destructed process through the humanity-posthumanity age pf post-contemporary culture of possibilities.
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the hour is late
the twentieth century has died
the memory of two global
world wars still lingers
...
the hour is late corporate mammon has spread tentacles
into all countries societies cultures religions on planet
earth to enslave to exploit human decency to feast
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Though mother earth is still feeding,
Though the old lady is still breeding,
But I see a lump on her loose breasts,
Your old mother now needs the tests.
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I could track down the rhythm of my own beginnings
From the stairs to your picture
In the corners to your images
In the temples to my homes
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Achieving What We Want Gives A Sense of Completion!
The best thing we do brings us real joy, sense of pride and
Above all fulfilmnet in life and steady peace of mind sure;
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I have asked for your guidance many times
I have cried for your protection
I have asked you to be father of our house
Just so many times, to boys away from parents, those with no fathers to care,
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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,
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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
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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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