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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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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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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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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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Where sunless rivers weep
Their waves into the deep,
She sleeps a charmed sleep:
Awake her not.
Led by a single star,
She came from very far
To seek where shadows are
Her pleasant lot.
She left the rosy morn,
She left the fields of corn,
For twilight cold and lorn
And water springs.
Through sleep, as through a veil,
She sees the sky look pale,
And hears the nightingale
That sadly sings.
Rest, rest, a perfect rest
Shed over brow and breast;
Her face is toward the west,
The purple land.
She cannot see the grain
Ripening on hill and plain;
She cannot feel the rain
Upon her hand.
Rest, rest, for evermore
Upon a mossy shore;
Rest, rest at the heart's core
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Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
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You make your intelligence stings,
Because their knowledge to you stinks,
Wherever you are, your wisdom sings,
'Cos you got it abundant from the King of kings.
Even when your handsomeness blinks,
It shines brighter than the most expensive blings,
Not comparable to the values of any earthly things,
That's why wise people give your arms warmly clings.
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Honey that forms in
Flowers of beauty is sweet
Your love does taste more
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So much now, so much older
Time has flown to a distance, far away
Don't know why Living has become-
An empty place
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Here is the quite evening, too quite to tune beetles wings
For droning in this rainy maze from the sprouting bushes,
With the remnants of day colored by dark grey of rumbling dust.
This unnatural silence forbidding to adumbrate any of humane
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In Erie County's northern edge lingers
Swift water
Of the mighty Niagara River
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Flying bats, little eagles!
Why dreaming your days and life away?
Open your dragon blanket off your head
How would you hang upside down in sleep
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Sunday morning, September 1, 2024, begun at 7: 40 a.m.; continued at 8: 12 a.m. and 8: 18 a.m., the poem itself not yet finished, yet cut short by Poem Hunter to exclude critical facts damning to local police agencies and the FBI …. Poem Hunter has deliberately delayed publishing new poems in its "New Poems" listing for one hour as of this moment—8: 25 a.m—so as to further delay publication of this particular poem which is so so damning to police and their ongoing criminal covert operations.
April Hollingsworth received notice earlier
this morning concerning police procedures,
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Ánh nắng tháng Tám
♡
Hãy nhìn xem, một ngôi sao
từ ánh nắng tháng Tám,
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Giving my best is all I've ever done
Sadly, it never amounted to enough
A lifetime spent chasing number one
As dream after dream went puff
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With graceful flowers, ye soils, frolic bloom free;
Uplift your beautiful flowers, ye bright,
And you, loquacious sense of humor, day and night,
Hold converse with the lilies and leaves in glee!
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A road to nowhere is all they construct
He who blindly follows will self-destruct
We awaken at dawn just to suffer
For many, life couldn't be any tougher
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Once, she was shadows and silver,
a wisp of night cloaked in black,
pierced by moonlight and metal gleams—
a constellation of studs, rings, and chains
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Today's blessing is an old reminder for parents
That every now and deserves to be brought back out:
While you we trying to teach our children (and grandchildren) about life
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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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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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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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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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