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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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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AS evening shaped I found me on a moor
Which sight could scarce sustain:
The black lean land, of featureless contour,
Was like a tract in pain.
"This scene, like my own life," I said, "is one
Where many glooms abide;
Toned by its fortune to a deadly dun--
Lightless on every side.
I glanced aloft and halted, pleasure-caught
To see the contrast there:
The ray-lit clouds gleamed glory; and I thought,
"There's solace everywhere!"
Then bitter self-reproaches as I stood
I dealt me silently
As one perverse--misrepresenting Good
In graceless mutiny.
Against the horizon's dim-descernèd wheel
A form rose, strange of mould:
That he was hideous, hopeless, I could feel
Rather than could behold.
"'Tis a dead spot, where even the light lies spent
To darkness!" croaked the Thing.
"Not if you look aloft!" said I, intent
On my new reasoning.
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I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table,
A deep rolling bass.
Pounded on the table,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom,
Hard as they were able,
Boom, boom, BOOM,
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For every single day and night, prayer warriors unite!
To pray to God with all their might, compassion and insight!
Yes, God knows well His children care, while sorrows some may bear,
And treasures every precious prayer, unique beyond compare!
There are the prayers that Mothers send! On God's love, they depend!
There are the prayers of each true friend, some others to defend!
There are the prayers of sweethearts, too, who tell God, I love You!
And every single prayer sounds new, so credit where it's due!
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He's looking back
On his first marriage
And feels
Increasingly grateful
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I am a famous filmstar who saw you yesterday,
And so I wondered if you are the one for whom I pray.
Was it your hair that shone so fair? Was it your winning smile?
All I could do was stand and stare, then stay there for a while.
...
On a breezy holiday, shops open,
On the sun is leaning the hills' way,
Along the park paths,
Forgetting the pandemic day,
...
It was a hot summer's day in New York
And the air conditioning was on the fritz
The day from the beginning was too hot to do anything
So, we laid on the unmade bed
...
How far do we have
To travel,
To learn the whole
Truth
...
In the tapestry of life, a rupture deep,
A hole torn open, where emotions seep.
Through jagged edges, healing finds its way,
But remnants linger, where shadows play.
...
For the glorious lyrical poet, Conrad Aiken for his beautiful story, "Silent Snow, Secret Snow"
Why does my soul begin to snow
Over the far remembered fields
...
Heavily, it rained cats and dogs, yesterday,
Suddenly, I cannot hear the cicadas.
The rains had swept off on the forest-way.
The empty cups are stored on verandas.
...
A beautiful young lady looked at herself in the mirror, and she appreciated that she looked so beautiful, yet that was not something that she had to work hard at. She washed and dried her face ever so gently to help maintain the condition of her beautiful skin. She was more careful concerning her eyes. She got her beauty sleep and received all its benefits accordingly. Her hair was like a cascading waterfall. She nurtured it as if it were a fragrant flower in her garden. The clothes she bought for herself were a mixture of high fashion and casual for when she returned home again.
She was, in effect, a beauty deserving of her portion of praise. Even so, not even one young gentleman had ever courted her or sent her a Saint Valentine's card or a heartfelt poem as a declaration of love. So one day, she sat down at her desk and used her computer to write herself that wonderful poem, as if some filmstar celebrity had seen her and fallen head over heels in love with her!
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In Blayre's dream, a mall unseen,
Where reality bends, and dreams converge.
Her wonky willow, her foot's strange plight,
But amidst the chaos, a glimmering light.
...
by Freeyad Ibrahim
She told me I see nothing fine
I told her you are surely mine
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By Stanley Collymore
Yours is an utterly stupid premise,
Nathan Cofnas, that significantly
...
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.
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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.
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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.
...
"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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