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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It may be misery not to sing at all,
And to go silent through the brimming day;
It may be misery never to be loved,
But deeper griefs than these beset the way.
To sing the perfect song,
And by a half-tone lost the key,
There the potent sorrow, there the grief,
The pale, sad staring of Life's Tragedy.
To have come near to the perfect love,
Not the hot passion of untempered youth,
But that which lies aside its vanity,
And gives, for thy trusting worship, truth.
This, this indeed is to be accursed,
For if we mortals love, or if we sing,
We count our joys not by what we have,
But by what kept us from that perfect thing.
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We were supposed to do a job in Italy
and, full of our feeling for
ourselves (our sense of being
Poets from America) we went
from Rome to Fano, met
the Mayor, mulled a couple
matters over. The Italian literati seemed
bewildered by the language of America: they asked us
what does "flat drink" mean? and the mysterious
"cheap date" (no explanation lessened
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i'm tired of trying to hide my pain
behind beautiful metaphors
this disorder is a monster
it's a demon that possesses you
that won't allow you to sleep,
eat, or even play with your pets
without it taking over.
it's something that cannot be stopped,
no matter how hard you try
it's inevitable. you spend your life
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Dear Lord;
Thank You! for carrying the cross,
Unto me, your love was poured
For you I now know, I am not a loss.
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It was brother against brother
It was father against son,
And it was daughter against mother
When this war begun.
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You call yourself a Christian
But, you constantly speak of hate,
You call yourself a Christian
Do you truly know what is your fate.
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I truly hate you!
Because, you voted blue,
Well I hate you that much more instead
Because, you voted red.
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The old man down the street
He mocks the younger people that he does meet,
How like him they never did or will suffer
He cries out, "The government for them has placed a buffer".
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ಎಲೆ, ಹುಲುಗರಿ ಮನುಷ್ಯ,
ಇದು ನಿನಗೆ ತಿಳಿಯದ ವಿಷ್ಯ! !
ನೀನು ಈ ವಿಶ್ವದ ಬರಿಯ ಒಂದು ಧೂಳು,
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In the stillness of the morning, where the first light softly gleams,
Lie the whispers of the ancients, in the realm of timeless dreams.
From the peaks of Himalayas, to the Ganges' sacred flow,
Reside the teachings of the wise, that guide us as we grow.
...
Today when numbers danced and swayed,
Lay the dreams of countless souls,
Investors watched with eager eyes,
Awaiting words of wisdom…
...
In the theatre of the mind, where thoughts reside,
Your mindset is the stage where life's truths abide.
It shapes your world, crafts your circumstance,
Turns fate' fickle hands into a dance.
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These lightenings, loosenings
Calm but blowy days!
Alongside bird flutterings'!
For what's felt of soul.
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Beaten blind by unseen forces,
The blind, like bats, grope for solace.
A fountain beckons by a mountain cliff,
Where steel-like waters threaten to engulf.
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I love you both,
fire and water. Life and death.
But the sun was always jealous of the moon.
...
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
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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,
...
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.
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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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