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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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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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . .
"Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?"
-- Because I have made my loved one drunk
with an astringent sadness.
I'll never forget. He went out, reeling;
his mouth was twisted, desolate. . .
I ran downstairs, not touching the banisters,
and followed him as far as the gate.
And shouted, choking: "I meant it all
in fun. Don't leave me, or I'll die of pain."
He smiled at me -- oh so calmly, terribly --
and said: "Why don't you get out of the rain?"
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Through every nook and every cranny
The wind blew in on poor old Granny
Around her knees, into each ear
(And up nose as well, I fear)
All through the night the wind grew worse
It nearly made the vicar curse
The top had fallen off the steeple
Just missing him (and other people)
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I search for the sky
Through body bags,
Bahman's showers won't wash the blood off Dey's streets.
You used to say my poetry smelled like corpses,
I'm no fortune teller
Nor am I a prophet
But blood and corpses were bulking my poetry,
I'm no prophet,
But there will be blood
Blood over blood
...
The sun grows dim, the stars all fall,
A cosmic fight engulfs us all.
Good and evil, clash and break,
The earth below begins to quake.
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What happened once, a dreadful sight,
A heavy heart, a dimmed light.
The tears flowed free, a sorrow deep,
A promise made, secrets to keep.
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Don't give me more pain by becoming a memory.
This punishment is enough—that you are not with me.
...
On one pretext or another, I keep talking about you.
At every moment, I meet you in my thoughts.
You probably don't even breathe that many times,
As often as I remember you.
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I don't know why, but there is some kind of pain that is weighing down all my happiness.
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In the dawn of red earth and talking drums,
Before the moon learned the language of lovers,
I walked alone—
A warrior carved from storms,
...
A girl sat writing in her class,
Watching the quiet minutes pass.
Her pencil moved, her head bent low,
While sunlight warmed the desk's soft glow.
...
Such is the loneliness when even the shadow leaves
Even if I want to cry, tears don't come, such is the loneliness
The one who leaves the beloved like this
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So you're announcing your wedding, huh? Hold up, when you mess up,
you don't just slip up; you crash the whole system. No little‑oops for you,
only catastrophic failures. Especially, when it comes to your heart
and uncanny talent for serving up half-truths.
...
A shattered heart is all i feel,
how can this life seem so unreal.
An emptiness that draws me in,
Held on so far through thick and thin.
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I smoked all my memories, now burnt out in ash
I've spent all my dreams purchased with cash
I drank my love wildly from a cheap label
Sleeping off life's banquet under a coffin lid table
...
My eyes looking for,
Just I found rare,
In my life,
That you may seek,
...
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.
...
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
...
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
...
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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