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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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 free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Come to me, O ye children!
For I hear you at your play,
And the questions that perplexed me
Have vanished quite away.
Ye open the eastern windows,
That look towards the sun,
Where thoughts are singing swallows
And the brooks of morning run.
In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine,
In your thoughts the brooklet's flow,
But in mine is the wind of Autumn
And the first fall of the snow.
Ah! what would the world be to us
If the children were no more?
We should dread the desert behind us
Worse than the dark before.
What the leaves are to the forest,
With light and air for food,
Ere their sweet and tender juices
Have been hardened into wood, --
That to the world are children;
Through them it feels the glow
Of a brighter and sunnier climate
Than reaches the trunks below.
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We were supposed to do a job in Italy
and, full of our feeling for
ourselves (our sense of being
Poets from America) we went
from Rome to Fano, met
the Mayor, mulled a couple
matters over. The Italian literati seemed
bewildered by the language of America: they asked us
what does "flat drink" mean? and the mysterious
"cheap date" (no explanation lessened
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I am a rock,
I am a black pearl,
I am a rare gem,
I am the future of Africa.
I stand in power as I shine
I shine bright above the
Darkness of the world.
I am the hope of Africa
...
When I peeped out of my window,
Ah! I saw a bunch of pink Frangipani,
In my balcony garden, filled with flowers,
Glowing against the rays of morning sun,
...
On my last day on Earth, I'll walk the streets
And take in every sight with a new lens
For soon I'll leave this world in bittersweet
And bid farewell to all of my dear friends
...
Purge thou me, Lord, cleanse my soul
Let your flames consume, make me whole
Burn away my sins, release my fear
Wash away my doubts, make them disappear
...
In a world filled with chaos and strife
I was lost, drowning in my own life
But then he came with an unrequited Love,
A light of grace in the darkness, a warm embrace
...
To avoid punishment
Please ensure a life of
Truthfulness, a life of
Honesty, impartiality
...
My dearest, how my heart does ache
To see the pain within your tear-filled eyes
For every word I said, a grave mistake
Forgive me, love, for I apologize.
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Who is one is known to all in the world only if one reveals one's
Real Self by some creative or inventive work in the world ever;
Many not realizing and revealing real self leave world sooner;
This is due to lack of guidance by proper persons around them!
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Artistic spiny shrub doily like on ground
Creeping.. densely prickly,
Tiny green leaves..fairly thickly
Covered will plants around
...
Saturday morning, July 27, 2024 at 6: 54 a.m. and 6: 58 a.m.
Actually, delayed publication of the poem for more than an hour and a half at 6: 52 a.m. as police are deathly afraid of the truth, not knowing what to do right now other than to limit viewer readers as much as possible … sorry, fellas, we know you boys in blue are so averse to having truths told about your criminal behavior in Cary and Raleigh, North Carolina and elsewhere …
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The perfect leader does not seek to lead
others follow in his dust
The perfect hero by self not decreed
does what he must
...
If we were blessed to plant the flowers of our life in other people's gardens
blessed to find a way…
Imagine how each garden would become
an even more beautiful bouquets
...
One thing we've noticed as we've driven across the north…for hours and hours and hours
is how once the frozen grounds of winter thawed…people were busy planting flowers.
Everywhere we've been…from the smallest towns to the biggest cities
...
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:
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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.
...
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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