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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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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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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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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Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And here is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart runaway in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill, and there is a river:
Each a glimpse and gone forever!
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Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother's bed;
the rising sun in war paint dyes us red;
in broad daylight her gilded bed-posts shine,
abandoned, almost Dionysian.
At last the trees are green on Marlborough Street,
blossoms on our magnolia ignite
the morning with their murderous five day's white.
All night I've held your hand,
as if you had
a fourth time faced the kingdom of the mad -
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In the vast expanse of the darkened sky
An intricate web of twinkling lights up high
A mystical message that speaks to our hearts
A story of love, of destiny, it's written in the stars
Each tiny dot, a celestial design
A map of our lives, so divinely aligned
The moon, the sun, and all the planets too
Guide us on our journey, in all that we do
From the dawn of time, these stars have shone
A timeless tale, forever to be known
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In the moonlight's embrace we drive,
A journey bound by dreams alive.
In the depths of my heart, feelings sway,
I look in awe, but you look away.
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My heart, it doesn't listen to me.
It draws my mind to think about you and jumps with joy.
What magic have you done to steal my heart?
I neither want to see you nor I want to be with you.
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In a mild climate
When trees are dreaming
We are all their clouds
And no shadows pass across the orangeade sun
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By Stanley Collymore
Oh the exuberant joy! On day 150,
and counting, of where Kate
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As Mother's Day approaches
as we prepare to thank the person who gave us birth
may we understand how the power of a mother's love…
is…the greatest force on Earth
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I defrosted the fridge this morning and it reminded me of you, an ice queen frozen in the snow. I am keeping your secret to myself. After rifling through carrier bags of mouldy food and tipping cans of Coke down the sink, I found an ancient colleague buried in the cold. This is the truth. But I'm not angry because no one knows he's there and his teeth have already fallen out.
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It's a tradition observed in families around this time every year:
We prepare to celebrate our mothers…as Mother's Day draws near
For some it's a day of happiness…as we celebrate our mothers
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Spring garden
Now the weather is changing,
Let's see what this year brings,
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This is the story of a fella called Klaus,
who, at his loudest, was quiet as a mouse,
though, when he saw a nice piece of cheese
he screamed in rapture and fell to his knees!
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How dark a time,
When mans strength seems so frail,
To know of light as a virtue so dim,
Which has lost that which enhances spiral spark,
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In the dance of life, we shift and drift,
two aspects of humans, a constant rift
ever-changing, we adapt and grow
In the ebb and flow, our spirits glow
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So they told me even before I arrived
I'd be on the 15th floor
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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
...
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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