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.
...
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.
...
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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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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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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We play at paste,
Till qualified for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
The shapes, though, were similar,
And our new hands
Learned gem-tactics
Practising sands.
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My soul, dread not the pestilence that hags
The valley; flinch not you, my body young.
At these great shouting smokes and snarling jags
Of fiery iron; as yet may not be flung
The dice that claims you. Manly move among
These ruins, and what you must do, do well;
Look, here are gardens, there mossed boughs are hung
With apples who bright cheeks none might excel,
And there's a house as yet unshattered by a shell.
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Eleven o'clock, the light comes soft,
a girl sits down, her thoughts aloft -
a list of plans, a busy head,
of things to do and words unsaid.
She lifts the cup, she takes a sip,
and something in that moment slips.
The tea is warm, the tea is deep,
it holds a universe asleep.
She drinks it in, she lets it go,
...
My heart feels light, a fluttery thing,
Ready for love, and what joys it might bring.
But how do I start? Where should I begin?
A simple quiet question, lost deep within.
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उठो उठ कर फिर से सदा दो जहां को।
तुम्ही तुम हो हर सू , बता दो जहां को।
सकूं चैन व उल्फ़त, मोहब्बत है तुम से।
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The horse, they say, my spirit free,
Walks with a heart that can't agree
To fences built, to gates shut tight,
It craves the open, day and night.
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Strange things happen
Said the man
Pressing the toy sqeaky pig on the table
A stranger thing then happened
...
The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 19
Shepherd has found Hesse but Lamb is nowhere in sight
Sweet Jesus surrounds both with pure white healing light
...
A timeless highway,
Connecting souls, hearts, and minds,
Defying distance.
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میری الفت کا سودا ہو رہا ہے
یہ دل اپنی حقیقت کهو رہا ہے
بتا دو اہل دولت سے یہ جا کر
...
अब वतन में सकूं चाहिए।
ख़ुद में जोश व जूनु चाहिए।
जान अपनी हथैली में है।
...
हक़ और हक़दार के लिए निकलो।
अमन और प्यार के लिए निकलो।
नफ़रतों को हमें मिटाना है।
...
Inside us hidden
Inside the heart of the past
Inside all our souls.
...
The ink on my fingers is fading but slow,
A quiet surrender of time,
The heavy salt spray that once furrowed my brow
Now moves to a gentler rhyme.
...
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.
...
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.
...
"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:
...
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:
...
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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