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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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Between going and staying
the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can’t be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.
Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.
The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.
I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.
The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.
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To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;
To whisper soft and quivering your name,
And drink the passion burning in your frame;
To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek,
And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak
Love words, mad words, dream words, sweet senseless words,
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I'll see to it,
I'll see to it that hope still stands,
that hands still reach,
that hearts still dare.
I'll see to it,
I'll see to it that light breaks through,
that wounds may heal,
that time still cares.
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Over the bridge, a path beyond,
A staircase long and wide,
Between the reeds of brown and green,
Into the mountainside,
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Feeling inconvenient with nothing left to say
To explain yourself is not communication
To buy Ghirardelli chocolate and watch/hear seals chortle in the bay
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The jazz loops over the balcony
Echoing and spacious
In tune with my reverie
Loose and abandoned
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Memories sweet, a joyful, bright affair,
Your show of laughter, banishing all care,
Love surrounds you, a gift beyond compare,
Elegant spirit, shining ever near,
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As the music plays, a silken, flowing thread,
It weaves through moments, softly overhead.
A tapestry of sound, a vibrant, shifting hue,
Painting the air with feelings, fresh and new.
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When two hearts blend, a whispered, gentle sigh,
A tapestry of souls, beneath a shared sky.
No longer separate beats, but one soft, flowing stream,
A waking, wondrous, interwoven dream.
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A breath, a cry, a world unknown,
soft hands grasping at the air,
the warmth of arms, the hush of voices,
a life beginning in the quiet dawn.
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Alone and lonely, a soul will start to fade,
No strength but weakness in self, a fragile stand.
'No man's an island, ' these ancient words are made,
For woven lives, a caring and helping hand.
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Love surrounds you, so bright and bold,
Outstanding joy, a happy sound,
In moments precious, stories told,
Dreams and well wishes all around,
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Water lilies on the pond,
Pink flower blossom's grace,
Serenity's oasis,
In this peaceful, loving space,
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Ein Blick, ein Versprechen,
Hände, die sich finden,
Herzen, die im Gleichklang schlagen,
ein leises Flüstern in der Stille.
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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
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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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