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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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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
Think rather,-- call to thought, if now you grieve a little,
The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.
Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason,
I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see injustice done.
Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;
All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation--
Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again?
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Here I am in the garden laughing
an old woman with heavy breasts
and a nicely mapped face
how did this happen
well that's who I wanted to be
at last a woman
in the old style sitting
stout thighs apart under
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I tear myself into pieces
And swallow each one of them.
I feel my stomach is insufficient to digest them.
It's been full of discrepancies lately,
Impossible to move on without knowing the right pieces to swallow.
What am I doing?
Shouldn't I be working or studying?
I just wanted to fill my water bottle...
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'I will win, '
This feeling lingers
In my mind
For a long time,
...
A lot of writer's have a condition called,
Writer's Block, but I don't, why?
Because if I just close my eyes and think of him
His charm, personality and character
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The thrill of the unexpected
when so much seems misdirected
and all hope seems to have fled
the answer from a lotusbed
...
Just strode into the line of the delivery
Too short
Guiding the ball through extra cover
Hear the screams from the grandstands
...
I've worked hard all day
Rough hands, tired feet
Answering the phone
Listening to upset voices
...
I've tried so many times
To just walk away from you
The pain is so unbearable.
...
I stand able, eager, & ready to jump
impossible mission to swallow lump
muscles primed analogous to pump
prayer for soft landing on mine rump
...
The creativity may have some rules to have
The creators to perfect their creative works
Embellished with aesthetic imaginations;
But here destructive criticism must be ignored!
...
dance in the advent party of the spring,
move head with tossing flowers,
in the sky, as birds fly, marry making,
spread arms and fly on earth, in waves,
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Je gaat ergens aan meewerken wat je niet per se hoeft te doen en dat weet men, vervolgens doe je precies wat ze vragen, rekening houdend met mijn mogelijkheden, dan slaat men je om de oren met nieuwe verwachtingen, men eist nog net niet,
vervolgens Is het net de omgekeerde wereld en wordt men eiser die ook nog dreigt dan sta jij zelf op en zegt; " tot hier en niet verder', en men maakt het allemaal juridisch (dat was al vooropgezet) .
Men maakt van iets waar geen verhaal, een verhaal. Men maakt van een open en sociaal meewerkend mens een tegendraads, weinig zelfkritisch en agressief mens (althans tracht men je zover te krijgen dat je wanneer je niet in het gevang of de psychiatrie in hoeft je hun ook nog daarvoor zult gaan bedanken) en doet als of men daarmee rechtens en correct en netjes steeds naar mij toe heeft gereageerd.
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sitting in the roomLove of Dogs
Dogs bark all night,
And ready to fight,
with everyone sight,
...
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
...
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
...
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.
...
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
...
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.
...
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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