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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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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 most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set -
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A Clock stopped—
Not the Mantel's—
Geneva's farthest skill
Can't put the puppet bowing—
That just now dangled still—
An awe came on the Trinket!
The Figures hunched, with pain—
Then quivered out of Decimals—
Into Degreeless Noon—
It will not stir for Doctors—
This Pendulum of snow—
This Shopman importunes it—
While cool—concernless No—
Nods from the Gilded pointers—
Nods from the Seconds slim—
Decades of Arrogance between
The Dial life—
And Him—
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Speak earth and bless me with what is richest
make sky flow honey out of my hips
rigis mountains
spread over a valley
carved out by the mouth of rain.
And I knew when I entered her I was
high wind in her forests hollow
fingers whispering sound
honey flowed
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I had some news today.
The kind of news that sits on the surface
Skimming like oil on water.
Then, when least expected,
A match is dropped
And the oil burns.
I watched the fire
Dumbfounded
Knowing all I could do
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Let me learn to be the poem of your desired life
Let me learn to be you-
A silent word or the embroidered hand
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Old river, you recall your covert source,
Where first you broke from shale in lucid birth;
You wind athwart time with unexhausted force,
Inscribing eternal motion on the patient earth.
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A land alive with numbers not just people, but heartbeats multiplying like unanswered prayers, like seeds flung into a storm that never promised rain.
A sky so crowded it's hard to keep track a constellation overflowing its own edges, yet so many flicker like candles
fighting against a restless wind.
The small dawns,
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What do you call it?
The city lights—
With billion lives
In restless plights.
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Oftentimes by dusk or daylight
Neonlight, candlelight, moonlight,
Dark night, Dark Knight, snowlight
My body remembers, whispers, soft breath, fingertips, but also scalpel and steel
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Beware the siren dressed in innocence,
Her guise, a trap of subtle elegance.
With every smile, a loaded snare,
A she-devil in an angel's lair.
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I am not the first you loved,
nor you the first I beheld with a mouthful of forevers.
Loss, a blade's keen edge, has grazed us both,
and we've lived with lips, with more scar than skin.
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The sun rests on bloody shrouds, a dying day done
To resurrect on mourning clouds, another fight begun
Ore mountains and valleys stretch your arms, embrace cold breast of earth
Warm willows and tear wet sallies whose shade casts doubt upon your birth
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Out in the woods walking
amongst the pines. In the
beauty of life's springtime.
I was yours and you were
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As you walk down by the Lake
Just as the Sun begins to brake
The Clouds now moving across the Sky
Drifting slowly as they pass by
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Out in the woods walking
amongst the pines. In the
beauty of life's springtime.
I was yours and you were
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A pawn I was stepping back and forth
Not of much importance in the final game; flailing moves
Oft confusion, discarded and put aside
Who knows the final move? The heart, illogical, unreasonable, lunacy-ridden
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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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