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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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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Oh day of fire and sun,
Pure as a naked flame,
Blue sea, blue sky and dun
Sands where he spoke my name;
Laughter and hearts so high
That the spirit flew off free,
Lifting into the sky
Diving into the sea;
Oh day of fire and sun
Like a crystal burning,
Slow days go one by one,
But you have no returning.
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I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
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Two brothers born, two lives entwined,
Menendez name, a dark design.
In '89, they sealed their fate,
With blood upon the hands of hate.
José and Kitty met their end
Inside the home where love should mend.
They told the world of strangers' crime,
But lies, like shadows, fall with time.
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IN AWE OF HIS MAJESTY
I saw something strange
Way out in the range
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मोननाय आरो खोमानांनाय बेथ' जिउनिनो बाहागो
बेनि थाखाय दलर जिरायनानै गाबना सम बारहोनो मानो
सानफ्रोमबो गोदान सानफोरा फैदों आरो थांफिनगासिनो दं
बेजोंनो दान्दिसे रंजाफानांगोन
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The Shepherd returned, flute in hand,
To reclaim me, his lost lamb.
A guardian of the sacred tune,
He played beneath the silver moon.
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Nothingness;
From a leafless nut stem
Drongo whistling!
...
White Zen_Lotus under moonlight
Flying Text machine_fistortion
Abstract gestures and motion in silence_ stillness nature. Of forma, concept and materiality and the present tense.
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Kneeling
in a confessional
of words
forgiveness wouldn't come
...
Wednesday morning, December 4, 2024 at 11: 03 a.m.
Our imagination tells us what is possible although,
perhaps, it never will be because it never was before;
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Wednesday morning, December 4, 2024 at 10: 58 a.m.
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Being saddened
Dreams, by now, are on a pool
In the desert!
...
The kitchen is called a kitchen for a reason,
You can make make messes with all kinds of ingredients,
In order to cook you have to have food,
The fridge is for cold items,
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Wednesday morning, December 4, 2024 at 10: 40 a.m.
Yes, it is happening right now as I have completed only the opening two stanzas of this poem before a police proxy at Poem Hunter blocked me just minutes ago from writing the rest of this poem …
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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
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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.
...
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:
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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.
...
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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