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.
...
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
...
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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Take the cloak from his face, and at first
Let the corpse do its worst!
How he lies in his rights of a man!
Death has done all death can.
And, absorbed in the new life he leads,
He recks not, he heeds
Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike
On his senses alike,
And are lost in the solemn and strange
Surprise of the change.
Ha, what avails death to erase
His offence, my disgrace?
I would we were boys as of old
In the field, by the fold:
His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn
Were so easily borne!
I stand here now, he lies in his place:
Cover the face!
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Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads,
Like gnats around a streetlight in summer,
The children we could have,
The glimmer of them.
Sometimes I feel them waiting, dozing
In some antechamber - servants, half-
Listening for the bell.
Sometimes I see them lying like love letters
...
In shadows deep, a love once bright
Now shattered glass, in dead of night
He took my heart, with careless hand
And left me here, in broken land
His whispers sweet, like summer sun
Now echoes cold, as day is done
The promises, now broken lies
A haunting ghost, beneath the skies
...
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reality of reality into reality layered by reality is multi-faceted poetry beyond philosophy and psychology and life.
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Is Selfish Nature Modernity?
All are self interested and all do selfishly all in modern world;
They don't care for the progress of others and others helping
...
The arborist, armed-
A Stihl MS 150 TC-
Ascending the tree
Hand balanced upon the crane
...
To adhere to will can make you run towards the goal
To shirk yourself may make you jump into the ditch of dirty coal
...
In the pulse of Delhi, with dawn's first light,
Sameer walks, his heart free and light.
Shouts of friends, laughter in the air,
He smiles, nods, leaves behind the snare.
...
It was January 2056, and Rays membership to Libby's Health & Romance Retreat was about to run out in just two more weeks. Ray had been a member now for three years but lately had started to feel very empty every time he left Libby's. It was a feeling that he couldn't quite explain and one that he had never felt before.
Libby's was a franchised location of the large ‘Cymax Personal Health' system. It had been on the corner of Snyder avenue and 14th street for the past seven years. Since the fatal STD Porex had been discovered over twenty years ago, free and organic sex was almost entirely a relic of the past. Now almost all singles got their sexual gratification from spa's and clubs like Libby's. They found in the androids and simulators there something that was now far too dangerous to find with someone else.
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Proud, Tall Trees,
Source of Life
Beauty and Nourishment,
Best friends to man
...
From which side death
comes? I sit under a bo tree
and drink hemlock.
...
I can't say
How many stars are there
And to do what.
But they say themselves and
...
The visionary aviator author of such books as The Little Prince, Wind Sand and Stars, Correspondence in a Time of War and etc.
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How would you care for your one rose
With her defensive thorn if you disappeared
...
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:
...
(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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