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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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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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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 most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set -
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I am Day; I bring again
Life and glory, Love and pain:
Awake, arise! from death to death
Through me the World's tale quickeneth.
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I love this byre. Shadows are kindly here.
The light is flecked with travelling stars of dust,
So quiet it seems after the inn-clamour,
Scraping of fiddles and the stamping feet.
Only the cows, each in her patient box,
Turn their slow eyes, as we and the sunlight enter,
Their slowly rhythmic mouths.
‘That is the stall,
Carpenter. You see it’s too far gone
For patching or repatching. My husband made it,
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Some people write poems,
While I write feelings.
Feelings that become solemn,
For some, it might become a healing.
Don't be frightened by the dark,
Come, out to the light.
Here you will make your mark—
Don't be afraid of the night.
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Tell her not to leave
because she's the reason i want to live
since I set my eyes into hers, my mind was full of brame
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Mas'uda is her name, young but charming
An elegant, her beauty is very alarming
She's tall, fair and gorgeous
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He knows
The best questions,
But he doesn't know
The best answers,
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I like to like everyone and everything.
But I can't do that. How can I do that?
I want to love everyone.
But I can't find everyone worth loving.
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Uns fabricam
Fabricam problemas por entretenimento
Adicionam conservantes, sabor, aromas, cores...
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Sorrows are like spectres that may haunt day and night,
They must not direct us! Take a stand and then fight.
Fight for your tomorrows that God has planned for you,
Defend against sorrows, whatever you may do!
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Serenade by the Moonlit Dnieper
By William He
Charred meadow sighs near the murmuring stream,
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We lived in a little prefab
My sister, mum, dad and me
With a flat roof and plaster walls
And a garden to run free
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Wretched is the man who greedily robs the sacred tree of its fruit without concern. He thunderously declares, "Your fruit is mine for the taking, no matter the ripeness or its season. I am granted this right by the Most High." In his arrogance, while devouring the fruit, he thinks he is satisfying his cravings. That his gluttonous appetite can be fulfilled. Deep in his frenzy, yearning for more of the sweet nectar. He reaches his hand out, searching the branches for more fruit to quench his thirst. Though to his surprise the tree bears no more.
He begins searching desperately, becoming infuriated when he finds nothing to fulfill his needs. He angrily rips the leaves from the tree, he bends and breaks the branches, defiling the sanctity of the tree. Exasperated he calls out, "God, where has the fruit gone? " "Why has the tree become barren? " His ongoing pleas becoming louder and louder. Enraged he shouts at the top of his lungs, stomping his feet on the ground. "God! Why do you forsake me and hide away your most precious gifts? Aren't these fruits that are given to me my blessing? Why must I wait for more? Am I not chosen by you? "
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O great God of highest heav'n
Occupy my lowly heart
Own it all and reign supreme
Conquer every rebel power
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Whole night,
I have been pegged away from my mother,
In morning, I was hungry!
He came, tied legs of my with a tight rope,
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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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