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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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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Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
And the tedding and the spreading
Of the straw for a bedding,
And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,
And the wine that tasted of tar?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
(Under the vine of the dark veranda)?
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda,
Do you remember an Inn?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
Who hadn't got a penny,
And who weren't paying any,
And the hammer at the doors and the din?
And the hip! hop! hap!
Of the clap
Of the hands to the swirl and the twirl
Of the girl gone chancing,
Glancing,
Dancing,
Backing and advancing,
Snapping of the clapper to the spin
Out and in--
And the ting, tong, tang of the guitar!
Do you remember an Inn,
Miranda?
Do you remember an Inn?
Never more;
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'Come, try your skill, kind gentlemen,
A penny for three tries!'
Some threw and lost, some threw and won
A ten-a-penny prize.
She was a tawny gypsy girl,
A girl of twenty years,
I liked her for the lumps of gold
That jingled from her ears;
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Women change just like the seasons,
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall.
And we can be so unpredictable,
Just like the leaves on the trees,
Change from, orange, green brown and red
Snow covers the ground, but birds get fed.
She loves me, she loves loves me not,
Why is she so fickle, heaven only knows
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Touching eternity through poetry
Gajanan Mishra
No option,
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Today I'm grateful for our Mother Earth…
and all of her beauty and wonders that I see…
Let's face it…
without our Mother Earth
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May we be blessed to comprehend
to one day understand
what was obvious..what was clear
to the first people who walked this land
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Rather be joggin' on a cold morn, now do not prejudge me, I'm not torn
Alleviate this one twisted thorn, so intricate without a warnin'
She kinda leaned the phone in my direction
Contrary silence, did we lose connection?
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Sometimes when I look into a mirror…the image surprises me.
On the one hand I'm sure the image I am looking at is me…
But if I look a little closer I also see a hologram
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The most harrowing to witness
Is to see someone who can't gives
And someone who can doesn't.
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(for an image posted by James Koehnline on Jan.18)
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For me this image expresses how some plants develop the supporting parts of a flower into a niche-like housing that serves to highlight the seeds and seed case. The sepal bract and surrounding base of leaves may turn into a succulent mount, like a pedestal. As if Mother Nature chooses this manner of presentation to convey value. In some plants the supporting parts of the flower swell up, get juicy, and fuse into the fruit--- as in an apple. In other plants the calyx develops into a compartmented pod. In a lotus the calyx keeps its original shape, enlarged until it looks like a display case. No wonder people think there are flower fairies. The processes of fructification and pod formation can choose different avenues: for some plants it's centered around the pistil, for some the calyx. In some plants there's a major swelling and wrapping around of the sepals. When a chimerical flower image plays with this theme, it makes me think that we can imagine things through Mother's Nature's eyes. We can think of her riffling through her deck of possibilities, to endow each kind of flower with a particular identity, a seemingly fanciful package of features. There are even fruits in which texture is tweaked for special effects, for instance a pear with its specialized cells for slight grittiness. The suite of identifying features in a given type of seed pod is similarly rich. Considering the potential for variety, it seems we are being served with a feast of visual effects.
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I once saw one of the Earth's wonders: two mineral springs from different depths meeting in the same small pool. In the clear water a gleaming line of micro-precipitates was suspended slightly beneath the surface, wavering lazily like a tiny snake, forming and reforming from moment to moment, hard to see at first but distinct after one's eyes adjusted to the reflected light, endowed with existence by the buffering of temperature and mineral gradients, treading water in a raised concavity that seemed fancifully scooped to form a chalice, half enclosed by a backdrop of dark limestone, with a flat open spot before it where a few viewers could stand. This attraction had been mentioned in a travelogue a century before I saw it. It was in a quiet spot along a mountain trail frequented only by a few walkers, because the crush of tourists did not seem interested in seeing a line wavering at the edge of visibility. My senses had been sharpened by a morning kiss and were ready to behold it with delight.
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Was er maar een zee
voor mijn tranenstroom, een borst --
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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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