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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The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday.
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I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.
They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.
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In the depths of my mind, a room resides,
A sanctuary of chaos, where panic hides,
A place of refuge, yet a prison too,
This is the tale of my Panic Room.
Within these walls, anxiety takes hold,
A relentless storm, fierce and bold,
Thoughts collide, like thunder and rain,
Echoing through the chambers of my brain.
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I lean my ladder against a pale mint sky
And know that William Blake somehow
Is standing by
Still in a visionary stance
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My skin, pale as the frost on the ground
Burns with the fire of a ravaged soul
The mind screams to each nerve in agony
Each time the day is about to unfold
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Wednesday morning, April 17, 2024 at 11: 25 a.m.
—This poem is dedicated to Victoria Atwell, originally of Andover, New York, my father's hometown. Andover is 9 miles east of my hometown of Wellsville, New York, located in the Allegheny Mountains, Allegany County.
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Tollgates on redemption road
calling out my name
Turnstiles of a fated past...
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Imaginations,
A dream for this one thing.
When the earth will have one global time.
Same morning, Same afternoon and Same evening.
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The night you vanished
From my life I found no stars
Shining in the sky
No wind blew lifting tufts
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Dark silence concealing the words left unspoken
A room full of walls and the unending thoughts
Left on my own with these chosen devices
A suicide for others but for me its but a token
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I long for these conversations; I long for 'I love you',
'How was your day, babe? ' Did I make you smile too?
Simple they sound, but profound they are.
I long for those lovely 'how are you's? ' that can only come from my baby's heart.
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ಬಾನೆತ್ತರಕೆ ಎದ್ದು ನಿಂತವಳೆ
ನನ್ನೆತ್ತರಕೆ ಇಳಿಯಲಾಗದೇಕೆ?
ಮೋಡಗಳ ಮರೆ ನಗುವವಳೆ
ನನ್ನೆದುರೆ ನೀನು ನಗಬಾರದೇಕೆ?
...
ಬಾನೆತ್ತರಕೆ ಎದ್ದು ನಿಂತವಳೆ
ನನ್ನೆತ್ತರಕೆ ಇಳಿಯಲಾಗದೇಕೆ?
ಮೋಡಗಳ ಮರೆ ನಗುವವಳೆ
ನನ್ನೆದುರೆ ನೀನು ನಗಬಾರದೇಕೆ?
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Dead beat poets have risen
While I'm still in my grave
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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.
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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
...
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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