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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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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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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Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'n's joy,
Sphere-born harmonious Sisters, Voice and Verse,
Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ
Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce,
And to our high-rais'd fantasy present
That undisturbed Song of pure concent,
Ay sung before that saphire-colour'd throne
To Him that sits thereon
With Saintly shout and solemn Jubilee,
Where the bright Seraphim in burning row
Their loud up-lifted Angel trumpets blow,
And the Cherubic host in thousand choirs
Touch their immortal Harps of golden wires,
With those just Spirits that wear victorious Palms,
Hymns devout and holy Psalms
Singing everlastingly;
That we on Earth with undiscording voice
May rightly answer that melodious noise;
As once we did, till disproportion'd sin
Jarr'd against Nature's chime, and with harsh din
Broke the fair music that all creatures made
To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd
In first obedience, and their state of good.
And keep in tune with Heav'n, till God ere long
To His celestial consort us unite,
To live with Him, and sing in endless morn of light.
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Keep me from going to sleep too soon
Or if I go to sleep too soon
Come wake me up. Come any hour
Of night. Come whistling up the road.
Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.
Make me get out of bed and come
And let you in and light a light.
Tell me the northern lights are on
And make me look. Or tell me clouds
Are doing something to the moon
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A stab in the heart,
you bring me pain.
I unlocked your secrets,
saw the writing on the wall—
it felt like a slap in the face,
a stab in the back.
I never expected you to love me,
but to think there were four of me—
my heart dropped,
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You took me on the sky
Now I can see everything
under the sky.
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Oh, beloved month, with your lanterns lighting up our nights,
You arrived with a wave of mercy, gentle and wide;
You lifted our tired spirits to new heights,
Where quiet prayers and hopeful dreams reside.
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A man sits in cardboard with his worldly goods in a plastic bag. He has lost everything in his life, kindness is short and the odd penny drops into his cup. Many people don't even look at him as they scroll down on phones. Take the time to say hi and don't pass by, giving what you can.
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As dawn comes the sunshine breaks, the birds sing and we in the presence of another day. Trees move in a light breeze and the grass has a morning dew. I watch the shadows of darkness disappear from my garden and I behold the light which touches my heart. Nature's way of telling us that we are not alone.
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Have you hugged your teddy today?
And show him the love that comes his way
How much you need his comforting smile
Because he will be there all the while
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I know dear, I know
I still remember your grief.
We got that doll for you from Brussels.
Yes. Long time ago.
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A LOOK AT LIFE-93
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
THY WILL IS MY WILL
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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-33
BY SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
So beautiful and elegant you are,
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Sinds Rutte die nog aan de touwtjes trekt met willemwapenoranje en TOOI en Schoof! Het grote genocideleveranciersspel het wegkijken van de spiegel die de doodslag van ieder Carriere zou moeten betekenen helpt niet. We moeten keihard aan de slag voor onze jeugd, beter naar ze luisteren en ze niet gefrustreerd als een fait a comp-lis laten duiken in een toekomst waarin ze zichzelf niet zien vertegenwoordigd! Het is alsof we alles slikken wat de technocratie veroorzaakt, dat zijn mensen die bewuste keuzes maken! Mensen met zelfs kinderen die in zulke spiegels weigeren te kijken, want geloof me kinderen vragen Maar Papa Schoof of Ome Willem waarom doet u mee met landen die massaal mensen vermoorden, als ie eerlijk was zou die zeggen, ik ga voor gemak, business, zonder stress, en wil vrienden blijven met winnaars ook al zijn het moordenaars ik verdien er anders goed aan! God, Boeddha en Allah vragen allen dezelfde vragen aan ieders geweten dus we wisten niet van niets, die vlieger gaat niet meer op! We willen niets meer delen noch interen op valse oneerlijke verworvenheden, we laten anderen de kogels betalen en ze ook nog eens zelf opvangen met onze investeringen! Zo ziet het er dus uit, het is niet grijs, niet fleurig maar zwart op wit MOORDDADIG! Die beelden wil je toch geen enkel kind tonen als je enig fatsoen in je lijf hebt, Voor het gros van het volk geldt de angst, zien echt wat er speelt ze zijn niet wars van kennis maar ze stemmen angst en geld en onderbuik en versterken de verdeling en de ongelijkheid, het mercantilisme heeft grip op hun dubbele moraal en denkwijze gekregen ze zijn ziek zoals de israelische bevolking gewone bloeddorstige mercantiele monsters werden en er op sm mee boasten voor 80 procent zijn zij geïnfecteerd met terreur spreiden als je aan mijn ijsje komt, die brutale zelfrechtvaardigingswereld willen we die voor ons kind? ! Op het Pentagon en In Mossad Knesset Israel experimenteert men met eigen volk op de perverse prikkelstimulansen, de mens blijkt zich na agressie geil, hongerig en sterk en vrij te voelen en kent geen grens meer voor de zelfrechtvaardiging van geweld zolang het maar niet aan hen zelf raakt, dat nintendo perverse ai moorden vinden ze allen prima onder aanvoering van de whitesupremacist witte USA techboys en papa Trump. Zo werden BIBI en Papa Goden voor uitschot, dat niet beseft uitschot te zijn! Willen we onze kinderen onderwerpen aan een toekomst met dat uitschot! NEEN! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-245
BY SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
GOD
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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-329
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
You are alone,
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A LOOK-244
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
Birth and death are both sides of the same coin.
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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,
...
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
...
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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