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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The tiger, on the other hand,
Is kittenish and mild,
And makes a pretty playfellow
For any little child.
And mothers of large families
(Who claim to common sense)
Will find a tiger well repays
The trouble and expense.
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You have changed me already. I am a fireball
That is hurtling towards the sky to where you are
You can choose not to look up but I am a giant orange ball
That is throwing sparks upon your face
Oh look at them shake
Upon you like a great planet that has been murdered by change
O too this is so dramatic this shaking
Of my great planet that is bigger than you thought it would be
So you ran and hid
Under a large tree. She was graceful, I think
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Sick with fever
Dreaming death
I come closer with every breath
Coughing red
I lament
Cursed plague, my life's now spent
Eyes are streaming
Chest is full
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What matters if the plasms bubble over the faces
In continuity to weed out the fungal growths,
Having all total extraneous consideration than selfserving.
The ceaseless expansion of itching selves in horizon behind
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I was walking
In a trance,
All of a sudden.....
He appeared,
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There once was a little girl named Giselle. She was a fourth grader from the poor side of town. Giselle came from a large family with many brothers and sisters. Her dad left when she was five, leaving many hungry mouths to feed. Despite her sometimes-bleak surroundings, Giselle was very kind-hearted and generous.
Many nights, Giselle went to bed hungry and woke up the next morning feeling the same. She would go to school almost every morning, famished. It was so bad that she would try to get a stick of gum from a fellow student to cut into small pieces and swallow. Gizell's lunch period was at 1: 00 pm, and the gum would stop the hunger pains and quiet her stomach.
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Rumination
I know the day when you came to me,
Some sort of confusion in the mind of thee.
I know you had many options rather than me,
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a cloud house
voyaging tobl face combating dream
in rioting realities of the moving- sublime beauty
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Maybe the reason why you can't buy eggs & bacon
Maybe because they're already taken,
Or maybe about the price you are just lying
And the true facts you are just denying.
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Day and night alternate and come and go in the world life for all;
No one is free from worries, fear and troubles in any field sure;
But of all people, only Poet is free as he has no worries in world;
For, Poetry is his Star Gate more advanced than Time Machine!
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Growing light seeds
in the fields of my heart—
But where is the sun?
A thought stirs me within.
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Each day is a canvas, a story untold,
Where moments of wonder in silence unfold.
One day, a café where whispers are heard,
Sipping on dreams, not saying a word.
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Whispers of endurance past the journey of living in fair play and ferocity,
Whispers of endurance in factual living and cuddled infamy, all just same,
Minds poking minds with massive totems of divergent aptness and zeal,
Fortune appears to many in gleams of veiled exploits only to be desired,
...
I walk on and off through demarcated doors beside an expansive hallway,
I count labeled heads one by one, faces depicting a wide range of mysteries,
Born of different mothers, living under one roof; here I draw waters of life,
A new revelation unfolding each day I go nearby to cast my fishing net deep,
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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.
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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
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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
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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.
...
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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