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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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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I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
...
In the shadow of addiction's call,
I found a love, the deepest fall.
A love so fierce, it consumed my light,
More than myself, a perilous plight.
I loved them more than I could bear,
Their pain, their joy, I longed to share.
But in the grip of this fierce affection,
I lost myself, lost my direction.
...
Escape
The weathered towers
Of Life,
Walk a straight path
...
In shadows cast by judgments, walk unshaken,
For whispers of others hold no claim on thee.
Be the wellspring where your joy awakens,
A lighthouse steadfast by your own decree.
...
My Love, the tree of life, ever the Evergreen
My Love, the artist painting life's canvas
With intricate lines in radiant oils of light
My Love, a visionary book of hidden mysteries
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Chapter 1: Echoes of the Past
In a quaint little town, where the sun always shone, lived a man named Timothy, who was never alone. A writer by trade, with a heart full of dreams, he wandered the streets, in search of new schemes. But deep in his soul, there lay a dark fear, of memories forgotten, he wished to draw near. For his mind, there lingered a ghost, of times long gone, of memories he lost. One day as he strolled, down memory lane, a vision appeared, like a torrential rain. It was a face he remembered, from long ago, a friend he once loved, but had let go. The memories flooded back, like a raging river, of laughter and tears, of joy and of shiver. Timothy felt lost, in the sea of his past, wondering why these memories would forever last. He sat down to write, with a heavy heart, pouring his soul, into every part. Words flowed like a river, ad memories unfurled, each line a masterpiece, in his own little world. As he wrote, tears fell like rain, each word a balm, to heal his pain. For in these memories, he found a release, a way to make peace, with his past's cease. And as the sun set, on that fateful day, Timothy felt lighter, in every way. For he knew now that memories live on, in the hearts of the living, long after they're gone.
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The moon whispered to the sea,
'Tell me your deepest secrets.'
And the sea, with its waves dancing,
Revealed tales of lost ships,
...
Something to be caught dead in.
Something to shed
and crawl away from
...
When lips talk to
lips, light comes. I am writing a poem
in darkness. You need a hunting pain.
...
Lavender roses
tossed in bright, silver sunlight
Chrysanthemum spells.
Lilies of the valley ring
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Wednesday night, July 17, 2024 at 7: 30 p.m. and 7: 53 p.m.
No one can take away
what you wrote yesterday
...
Summer is short as it is,
Teachers have to start back at school to prepare their classroom for the new year,
Teachers are not the only ones who have to be ready janitors too,
They have to move things around to on carts to accommodate heavier equipment,
...
I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
...
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
...
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
...
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
...
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.
...
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
...
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
...
"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:
...
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:
...
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.
...
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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