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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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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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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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1. And if you were to leave me for my faults
2. I'd not defend my lameness, walking halt
3. and from my trust I would elide your
4. name, I would not do you wrong and speak of you
5. and (love) I'd not look at our friends who say you do
6. not merit me Your name was sweet and is no more
7. I will not speak of you
8. nor will I walk again where we once walked
9. I will not let my tongue evoke your name.
10. Your name will not be named by me, lest I profane
11. I will not name you.
12. I will not speak (too much profane)
13. You gone, I could not love me more than you
14. and if you love me not at all I love me even less
15. But oh your name. It will not touch my mouth.
I will not ( trout ) name you.
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In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.
When I walk
I part the air
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I, with my thoughts and monologues
To justify my misery
I think of her in a cruel way
So I, myself can pity me
Mind will say it's unjust (I agree)
But my feelings shout not the same
With every step in my thinking duels
I fall back to where I came
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Do not fear the men who steal for gold or kill for crowns—
their hunger has shape, their sins can be measured.
But tremble before the pure-hearted criminal—
whose cause is not gain, but justice imagined, vengeance sanctified.
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This stage we call our nation, poorly lit,
A tired soap opera, endlessly writ.
Governance, a melodrama played in jest,
Broadcasting amplified joy, no true rest.
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The unwavering heart that yearned for sun
Made dead and buried asleep in fury spun
What a pathetic moment each time it rises
Undaunted spirit, bruised, lows and dies
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It's a late spring morning,
A little after five,
But, already the town
Is coming alive.
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hidden face
Have you ever seen that hidden face?
his nobility and pride In the features
Has his fragrant sense ever floated your heart?
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I didn't want to go to church today.
You see they line up all the mothers up front to give a flower,
I don't mind the flower I actually love them!
But then they want you to say a little something.
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They walked through storms with a silent smile,
The thunder bowed to their grace all the while.
No trumpet sang but battles won,
The sun rose when night was done.
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In the castle hall of Aundler's grand old towers,
Beneath the ancient tapestries of blooming flowers,
Boys and girls with hearts so pure and bright,
Danced in the golden candlelight.
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A simple serpent
Visited the garden mine
Would I take notice
Would I use my garden spade
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History does not pause for breath,
it moves like morning,
inevitable yet unnoticed.
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Winter Nights in My Heart
Winter nights in my heart,
though it's summer outside—
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I know that I love you
In life and after death
Hold your hand to make it through
The epitome of loneliness
...
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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