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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In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
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When love was a question, the message arrived
in the beak of a wire and plaster bird. The coloratura
was hardly to be believed. For flight,
it took three stagehands: two
on the pulleys and one on the flute. And you
thought fancy rained like grace.
Our fog machine lost in the Parcel Post, we improvised
with smoke. The heroine dies of tuberculosis after all.
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For you, I'd bleed myself dry
You sit there and complain while I try
I loved you so much
So that I'd skin myself for a single touch
I'd empty myself, throw away all that matters
But you don't even listen to the sound when my heart shatters
I gave you everything I had
But there's always something more to add
How can you sit there so uncaring?
While my many wounds are scaring
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Wash me with wet leaves
Bathe me in your deep beauty
My flower garden
Explore the path, stay, delight
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Journey of ambition is an adventure with many obstacles to deal with;
Only a rare few reach the destination achieving one's dream sure;
Many forget the life work and spend whole life in dealing life crises;
Only the persistent ones out of vigorous zeal go ahead what may to finish well!
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In the ancient streets of Konya,
Where history's whispers lie,
Walked a dervish clad in black,
Beneath the twilight sky.
...
In the shades of darkness a light is found,
And one embedded in it abound,
Accursed and banished to distance skies,
A hallow where nothing survives..
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If someone had just helped me rip the bandage off.
Not that I like the easy way
much has been gained
...
A mysteries so unsolved,
Words so silent I cannot dissolve.
Revealed only by the sweet taste of wine,
Fading away like the passing of time..
...
Ages have passed since our meeting in time
Loved captured by a thousand angel sighs
Within the golden threads of life force sublime
Floating and waiting for us far beyond
...
love for places sent
love also to greet
love to behold
love to repeal
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I will come straight.
I loved and didn't love. What
was the fruition? A global peace?
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I ran into a lady at the Stop and Shop in Winchester MA. I told her my grandfather b.1910 Winchester, MA lived in the Bowery and that his father Pa (PA was born Cloonaucaneen Co. Galway Ireland 1874. A priest in Co Galway church Fr Callanan i think it was looked up the Kelley family for me. He was great and sent a lot of information...) .would not allow the word Republican to be said in his house. The lady said that she lived in the Bowery and that her mother was the head of the Democratic Party when you were not allowed to say the word Democrat in the town of Winchester!
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In a world where riches gleam like gold,
True wealth is found in stories told.
Happiness is the treasure rare,
A jewel beyond compare.
...
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
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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,
...
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
...
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
...
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:
...
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.
...
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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