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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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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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NOW must I these three praise --
Three women that have wrought
What joy is in my days:
One because no thought,
Nor those unpassing cares,
No, not in these fifteen
Many-times-troubled years,
Could ever come between
Mind and delighted mind;
And one because her hand
Had strength that could unbind
What none can understand,
What none can have and thrive,
Youth's dreamy load, till she
So changed me that I live
Labouring in ecstasy.
And what of her that took
All till my youth was gone
With scarce a pitying look?
How could I praise that one?
When day begins to break
I count my good and bad,
Being wakeful for her sake,
Remembering what she had,
What eagle look still shows,
While up from my heart's root
So great a sweetness flows
I shake from head to foot.
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In life
one is always
balancing
like we juggle our mothers
against our fathers
or one teacher
against another
(only to balance our grade average)
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What took you all night
Took me all day.
What you found heavy
I found light.
What made you think Evil
Made me think of only good.
What made you choose violence
I chose peace.
For the world you see
Is shaped by the lens you choose.
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The Great of my great great great grandparents fled
The bonnie shores of Scotland
Pinched for a penny by unscrupulous lairds
The time the land was cleared
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Stealing may be a vice, yet at times, a virtue!
When we postpone life, life is stolen from us.
Live the present, and steal from time's plenitude,
Steal smiles too even when facing an impasse.
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Flipping through my digital universe
Suddenly
You were there
Smiling sweetly
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Monday afternoon, December 23, 2024, begun at 1: 25 p.m. and completed at 2: 56 p.m.
Note: In Shakespeare's play HAMLET (1599) , Act V, Scene II, best friends Horatio and Hamlet are together from beginning to end, i.e. until Hamlet's tragic death by poison on Laertes' sword tip. In this poem I imagine a conversation the two men might have had just prior to Hamlet taking on Laertes—the recently-deceased Ophelia's brother—at swords.
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It took my soul
And ripped out my heart
I ain't been the same since
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'And that's the end of the important thing, '
It was written
In the blank page,
People read it
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George is a jolly fellow.
Laughs heartily,
Speaks queen's English, through the nose.
Says he owns acres of pure sugar.
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Moonlit night;
Couple on terrace- sowing
Seeds of dream flower!
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To make all forget chill cold Winter weather and sufferings,
Festivals turn to enjoyment in joyful celebrations as culture;
It is by diversion pain is forgotten in enjoyment of pleasure
And is why love is ever painful pleasure to reach peace!
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Daughter of the Aesir,
you are the Goddess of History and storytelling.
In your mystical home of Sökkvabekkr*,
you often met with the God Odin
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Patroness of women.
You are a symbol of hope and inspiration.
Your dedication in helping
those in need embodies the essence of
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The magic apples that rejuvenated the Gods,
were in your wooden box.
There they lay all golden and shiny,
waiting for the first bite,
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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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