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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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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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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Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.
I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.
I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I'm dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.
Freedom
Is a strong seed
Planted
In a great need.
I live here, too.
I want freedom
Just as you.
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Maud went to college.
Sadie stayed home.
Sadie scraped life
With a fine toothed comb.
She didn't leave a tangle in
Her comb found every strand.
Sadie was one of the livingest chicks
In all the land.
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Wow, the salty ocean,
Water crashing in rage,
Longing something to wage,
Sand resting as treasure,
With ecstatic pleasure!
The lovely horizon,
Upgrading for a mission.
Along with the ocean,
Looking all WHOLESOME,
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The creation point
The star of your eye, was steady. Was it then that infinite love returned with that power, raising waves in the depths and rebirthing anew? Your breast was a white desert! You pointed to a small red mole on the peak of your exposed, uplifted mountain, saying, 'This will live forever.' It would return, flowing through eternity. That's where I touched. With all my strength revealed, love descended, touching lips. From your neck, cheeks, to your youthful breasts, navel, and yoni - a single creation point! The flame of fire returns again and again.
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My glasses are more powerful
than your strength
and your stick's power!
You hit and threw my glasses away, crushed them underfoot.
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Death drop
Teardrops, fall as death's droplets. Yet, grass sprouts in fields,
Touched by immortality in its roots.
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The days are so heavy.
Pains and weight of sadness
Press down on me,
Making each breath
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A tree
We had a tree, an amra tree. Its leaves were green, turning yellow and falling on our heads and bodies. The tree provided shade, and sunlight filtered through the gaps, illuminating us. We would roll around on the ground, basking in the light, and play around the tree. When we lay down, the sky would seem to descend and whisper secrets in the breeze.
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O Lord Krishna!
On Holi,
I wish to witness
Your colourful lila
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"Wish you
a very happy new year"—
declared the lurid signboards
hanging by the roadside.
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Many times
his inner self becomes vocal,
chastising him,
‘This is enough'—
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সৃষ্টি বিন্দু
চোখের তারা ছিল স্থির। অনন্ত ভালোবাসা তবে কি সেই শক্তিতে ফিরে এসে অন্তঃস্থলে ঢেউ তুলে জন্ম নিয়েছিল নতুন করে?
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Woman, listen. I'm not here to condemn you.
I'm here to wake you up.
Because hell is not a theory.
And heaven is not a fairytale.
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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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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,
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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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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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