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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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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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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Little Birds are dining
Warily and well,
Hid in mossy cell:
Hid, I say, by waiters
Gorgeous in their gaiters -
I've a Tale to tell.
Little Birds are feeding
Justices with jam,
Rich in frizzled ham:
Rich, I say, in oysters
Haunting shady cloisters -
That is what I am.
Little Birds are teaching
Tigresses to smile,
Innocent of guile:
Smile, I say, not smirkle -
Mouth a semicircle,
That's the proper style!
Little Birds are sleeping
All among the pins,
Where the loser wins:
Where, I say, he sneezes
When and how he pleases -
So the Tale begins.
Little Birds are writing
Interesting books,
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Sons of the mountains of Scotland,
Welshmen of coomb and defile,
Breed of the moors of England,
Children of Erin's green isle,
We stand four square to the tempest,
Whatever the battering hail-
No foe shall gather our harvest,
Or sit on our stockyard rail.
Our women shall walk in honour,
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Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain,
living a life with nothing to gain,
Surrounded by darkness, overwhelmed with shame.
A life without peace with no one to blame.
Do you know of a place unseen,
A place that holds only shattered dreams,
A place filled with sorrow with no end in sight,
I am given this gift each and every night.
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When your soul touched mine
(Sonnet #133)
Should I ever fall in despair, you care;
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Window is noses of a room, eyes of a room, lungs of a room, And heart of a room.
Window is air of a room, Window is light of a room.
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time marks on wooden threads of moving reality
in the rains of textual currents changing reflection of life.
nyein way
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Beloved sunshine and moonshine
When the art of provoking will come to will end?
© Manakavingyan
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it is especially sweet to take a moment
in time to read words poems a poet friend
to refresh ourselves in insights wisdom
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just poetics:
object as object
one syntax after another.
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Behind the glass lies a saint.....she works at a hospital....but when she sees her own blood she faints......he on the other hand never stops, rarely sleeps, , , , , and always black and red the walls he paints...... He fixes cars, and broken windows, , , , , , , , cleans the glass......and the blood that spilled......the shop room floor, , , , witnessed many thrils...when they come together, all the parties smile.......but as they leave.......it was only for a short fake while.......don't believe a thing they say......... If you do....you'll die in may....and if you listen to the lies ........you'll surely die around July.........so we ask you keep them long........but make it short.........lest they find you sleeping, , , , division 5.......on the hill.......corruption's court.....with this riddle...... Goodbye.....says the dancing man who plays the fiddle......don't ever forget.....the painful truth, the words in red and by a girl named Ruth, behind the glass lies a saint! The short one loves him, , , , , , but by her own blood faints, the big one never stops, hardly sleeps, and broken windows, cars and paint, spilled on the shop room floor he cleans and washes all their sins away! Behind the glass lies a saint!
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In this loneliness
Amid countless memories
And folds of feelings
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In the heart of faith, they stand so bright,
Neighbors planning a Sankirtan night.
On a terrace green, plants all around,
Joy and activity truly abound.
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So in love with you! At the slightest touch, or subtle look....I'm quickly I'n the mood.....all day and night....in your delight.......if I could....like a sweet, exotic, delicious food! I would eat you, savour you, fast.....and slow...make your body shiver your receptors glow, .every atom, , , spinning fast and outta control.....your eyes and senses rattled! Your heart beats, , , pounding.......let's rock and roll.....ooooooh! My sweet addiction! My mind....and head....you blow! Your my obsession, ....I crave your honey..... You make me drool......outta this world..... A spell bound foooooll. Up into outer space......like a super rocket.... Zooming through galaxies and your milky way....when you come... I want to stay..... Inside your passion! In all the way! I feel your pleasure.... Explode in frevor.. Hot and wet..... With heat and fever.....we are burning up.......as we make crazy love! Our electricity sizzles......as our body's explode, , , , , , , with in each other our thougts implode! Into a million pieces, , , , , , , of life and light....I feel so strong! Your muscles tight........and mine so full of might! The best is waiting and yet to come! My sweet addiction ....my dangerous thrill.... Exciting and fun.....as we mellow down.....like the evening .....Arizona sun.......the tempo slows.....oooh! Your fading moans.....as i give you one last thrust.....a final taste of breath and spirit....the levies break. The waters rush and burst.... Our cups now full.....of yours and mine, quenched our wanting thirsts......can't live with out it........oh baby! You know we've got it..... What we need.....of each other.......and so much of it! We are almost at the end.....and wow! Again I want it! I'm so... in love with you! You make me quiver.....at the slightest touch or subtle look...my atoms quake and shiver... And once again I'm quickly ready and in the mood! And So in love with you!
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Through a sky so transparent
I can see the glaze on clouds
I wanted to see in that dream
Of apple green, of a fission of roses
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to all who read my nuked nuclear families metaphor
in the poem 'Residents Within Titanic Struck Iceberg'
bemoan my fate my wife did not abandon the house
pack bags escape she is holidaying in tropical climes...
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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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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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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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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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