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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My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
Plutarch was good, and so was Homer too,
Our Shakespeare's life were rich to live again,
What Plutarch read, that was not good nor true,
Nor Shakespeare's books, unless his books were men.
Here while I lie beneath this walnut bough,
What care I for the Greeks or for Troy town,
If juster battles are enacted now
Between the ants upon this hummock's crown?
Bid Homer wait till I the issue learn,
If red or black the gods will favor most,
Or yonder Ajax will the phalanx turn,
Struggling to heave some rock against the host.
Tell Shakespeare to attend some leisure hour,
For now I've business with this drop of dew,
And see you not, the clouds prepare a shower--
I'll meet him shortly when the sky is blue.
This bed of herd's grass and wild oats was spread
Last year with nicer skill than monarchs use.
A clover tuft is pillow for my head,
And violets quite overtop my shoes.
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To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
Even when we are young,
we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads
when a grandfather dies.
Then we row for years on the midsummer
pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage,
that began without harm, scatters
into debris on the shore,
and a friend from school drops
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Ever wonder about the blessing of a home?
To feel the gift of God Almighty shlome
The one we live in, not made with bricks
There ain't any wood or man made tricks
Yes, the very earth we live on with right
As if we have it straight and uptight
The might of nature, the trees dance
The flowers bloom, grass smiles chance
This is our home, our very beloved earth
This is where we pass time, death and birth
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Thursday morning, January 30,2025, begun at 5: 13 a.m. and published at 6: 09 a.m.
'We also know that a genuinely created world must be independent of its creator; a planned world (a world that totally reveals its planning) is a dead world. It is only when our characters and events begin to disobey us that they begin to live. When Charles left Sarah on her cliff edge, I ordered him to walk straight back to Lyme Regis. But he did not; he gratuitously turned and went down to the Dairy.'
—John Fowles, The French Lieutenant's Woman, Chapter 13,
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I believe in God because of laughter
Because of crazy friends
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Analyze from a distance
Or back-up with assistance
This old routine is merely age-related
No admission for boredom
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Every day they come into my life-
A glance, a vision, a sight, and then gone.
Never again in all my time will I see that face.
They come into our worlds in some strange ways.
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An urgency lingered in the cold evening air,
A nervous hastiness, a winged rush of care.
It was to be the greatest heavenly show,
The preparations had begun aeons ago.
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Today I'm grateful wherever I am
under the moon,
the stars,
the sun
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May we be blessed to remember that…
from the moment of our birth…
though each one of us is created differently..
we are all children of the Earth.
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For the one in the cold, a blanket is heaven.
For one who is hungry, a meal is heaven.
For the grieving, a comforting shoulder is heaven.
For the lonely, a listening ear is heaven.
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There are no losers in life,
Who have tried and again tried,
With soul and song and might,
Yet chanced upon Luck's lost side.
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This revolution will be retarded
In the winner's circle, "Everyone's a winner"
Hello top sirloin, all praise is substance free
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Did you come to pay homage to Free Willy? Market tested hyperbole? Urban shell game?
It could have been a rush hour bus, it could have been a dinner party
All I know is from the moment I sat down, she looked like she had a story to tell me
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A million violent uncivil targets
Spazz out in the chroniclers' atypical response
"bring me back to a place of childhood friendships"
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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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