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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I painted her a gushing thing,
With years about a score;
I little thought to find they were
A least a dozen more;
My fancy gave her eyes of blue,
A curly auburn head:
I came to find the blue a green,
The auburn turned to red.
She boxed my ears this morning,
They tingled very much;
I own that I could wish her
A somewhat lighter touch;
And if you ask me how
Her charms might be improved,
I would not have them added to,
But just a few removed!
She has the bear's ethereal grace,
The bland hyaena's laugh,
The footstep of the elephant,
The neck of a giraffe;
I love her still, believe me,
Though my heart its passion hides;
"She's all my fancy painted her,"
But oh! how much besides!
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The mysteries remain,
I keep the same
cycle of seed-time
and of sun and rain;
Demeter in the grass,
I multiply,
renew and bless
Bacchus in the vine;
I hold the law,
I keep the mysteries true,
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Dancing alone in a starry night
Away from all the tiring fights
Where none is watching you
Where none is stalking you
Only starts are smiling bright
Dancing alone in starry night
Watching each and every scene
...
Oh, Dear beautiful butterfly,
I love the way you catch my eye.
Such a miracle to see. Rising
high above the magnolia trees.
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Thursday evening, May 2,2024 at 7: 07 p.m. and 7: 28 p.m; it is now 7: 50 p.m. and Poem Hunter, as usual, is delaying publication of this prose narration based on actual events that occurred in my neighborhood in Raleigh, NC, close-by my home and in my driveway; the events described below, and similar provocative, violent events occur with alarming frequency—I am the target—in my neighborhood, Suncreek Townhomes, and in the vicinity of Suncreek Townhomes In Raleigh all the time.
The title to this prose poem says it all: not only did the Amazon delivery driver try to run me over on my way home, about one block from my home; afterward, he drove into my own driveway to deliver a package to my neighbor, 'Cat' Thomas at 5903 Westcreek Place, who surveilles my property—without my permission—with a ring camera, and whose children, one a convicted felon, have done nothing but harass me and my son Shawn Ryan for many years. These events happened at about 1: 30 p.m. and a little thereafter this afternoon. Was it a coincidence that the delivery driver tries to run me over, fails, then shows up in my driveway less than five minutes later?
No, these 'coincidences' are part of the police's MO as they
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Underneath dawns light.
Dew drops sparkling oh so bright.
Mesmerizing sight.
...
distilled medicine
life-torn mind
with war-torn wisdom
...
when I was at primary school
years later at high school
who would have thought
I would live to become a poet
...
O my God, I couldn't believe my own eyes;
The lady looked like a ghastly, thin corpse!
In fact, she was a forlorn, jilted bride.
She was rich, yet clearly a faded force.
...
Dawn's delicate fingers
Dapple the dark with
Dazzling dreams.
Dew drops dance on daisies,
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Thursday afternoon, May 2, 2024 at 3: 02 p.m. and 3: 54 p.m.; Poem Hunter is currently delaying publishing the text of this poem, for 20 minutes now, the time now 4: 14 p.m. and counting
Kenneth Schweller is quite a smart fella: former Dean
of The School of Sciences, and Professor of Psychology
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There was a loud KNOCK on the rectory's back door.
Father Frank Kerin had been sitting at the rectory's kitchen table reading the newspaper. He was a young priest having just finished seminary only last June. It was a late August Sunday afternoon, and he had just come back from visiting the sick at the local hospital. He was totally engrossed in the sports section of the paper when he heard it again.
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The ensemble totals eleven
Two kids, their parents
Pair o' grandparents
Marina, Dan, Kayla n' Kevin
...
Maternal grandfather of mine
long since passed among the living;
He left his Motherland
before onset of Holodomor,
...
Last night
He came.......
Surely came,
I was deep asleep then,
...
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
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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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