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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I think awhile of Love, and while I think,
Love is to me a world,
Sole meat and sweetest drink,
And close connecting link
Tween heaven and earth.
I only know it is, not how or why,
My greatest happiness;
However hard I try,
Not if I were to die,
Can I explain.
I fain would ask my friend how it can be,
But when the time arrives,
Then Love is more lovely
Than anything to me,
And so I'm dumb.
For if the truth were known, Love cannot speak,
But only thinks and does;
Though surely out 'twill leak
Without the help of Greek,
Or any tongue.
A man may love the truth and practise it,
Beauty he may admire,
And goodness not omit,
As much as may befit
To reverence.
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In life
one is always
balancing
like we juggle our mothers
against our fathers
or one teacher
against another
(only to balance our grade average)
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At nights he would come,
With a Sharpe blade made
White with a farmer's file;
A blade I have witnessed
Slicing through whole
Stems of bananas with just one swipe or
Cutting through respectable aged bamboo trees
Effortlessly.
He'd stare at her.
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Speeches - Pope John Paul ll - Spirit Descending, Fr Joe Henchey Hope, Mother Theresa Paix Peace, St Peter St P - St P, my friend was always the Rock of the Church....St Peter is the Rock of the Church - the Castle of God...Peace is the Vatican.....Rock oN Castle of God.... Gayle Shoshone Sweeney Honora July 25,2024 - our Cloud
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Friendship is most important in public life but for lonely life
Love only gives solace, confidence and hope to win life war;
When engaged with cumbersome work in public dealing with Procedure to submit and work to do, friend helps there!
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Ochie-a dike, a mighty heart that beats with grace,
Ebube agbala-nwanyi nnem, Cecilia, a true icon in this place.
With a spirit that defies the odds, she stands tall and strong,
In the realm of the strong, Cecilia stands tall,
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My gift from heaven
Beauty that captivates me
My favorite moment
My perfect mountain top view
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Sunday evening, July 21, 2024 at 7: 59 p.m.; this same basic poem was, as I predicted, deactivated by Poem Hunter as I slept after 12 a.m. on July 22, 2024; it is now Thursday morning, July 25, 2024 at 6: 46 a.m. and 7: 18 a.m.
—this poem is dedicated to a follower of mine, and to a second woman friend who inspired its composition …
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Killing women and children
Is absolutely unacceptable
Executing sick and old men
Is obviously low and despicable.
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Strange bond that connects instantly..
Seems like bygone affiliation
Feels special connection
Tiger Moth...Good vibes visibly...
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On everyone god shines the sun
black, white, yellow, red, brown
shades large and small till day is done
gives health to beggar and the crown
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By Stanley Collymore
Women giving birth then literally,
quite physically dumping their
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A lone guitar plays at midnight,
giving out a million sweet tunes,
Soft notes, rising like the sun at dawn,
From behind the blue mountains,
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When I look around at a divided country…a divided world
I wish we could all be more like rain…
that falls on everyone and everything equally…
on the people, the mountains, the rivers…and the plains…
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I woke up to a gentle tapping on our window pane….
I thought it was a bird…turns out it was the rain.
Deborah, unaffected by the soft tap, tap, tapping on our window pane
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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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