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.
...
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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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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A motherless soft lambkin
Along upon a hill;
No mother's fleece to shelter him
And wrap him from the cold: -
I'll run to him and comfort him,
I'll fetch him, that I will;
I'll care for him and feed him
Until he's strong and bold.
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I meditate- If ever there's a third world war
What'll happen to new morn's offspring ?
I meditate- If Earth sprouts out blood
What'll happen of the mirth of innocent ploughs ?
Happy-boughs, fragrant gardens
Nonchalant running of rivers and
Bubbling of brooks,
Cheerful children,fearless youth
Bashful moon faced maids !
Will stillness spread its shroud ?
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my heart is the opposite of light
and you can choose the homograph you'd like.
my heart is the opposite of light
my heart is heavy
it's heaving and thrusting
against my ribcage
i feel it; heavy, tearing, wrecking
my heart is crushing
it can't stand its own weight
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In this land of sunshine and silence,
Where gold hides deep and bread hides deeper,
We wake up chasing zeros that multiply
Like lies at a political rally.
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That minute...
That brief minute...
That minute suddenly strikes;
When love and hate mean the same
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We, the people of Zimbabwe;
the pawns
in a very dangerous game of politics
carelessly played
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Those who produce food for all
Are truly the great souls indeed
Please attend to their needs
Soon with Your divine grace.
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Today Mahalaya Paksh ends.
The days of remembrance and contemplation,
Paying homage to our ancestors.
In these days memory pays homage to memory!
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The wind is a wing that flies through the forest.
The shadows of leaves are like blackbird wings.
...
Moonlit night;
swaying on the river bank
blooming kans grass.
...
Uncle donkey now clarifying
The logistic support uncle deployed
Just to hide his defeated face
Whom they feared much
...
The stone collected
from the river, I make it wet
daily- after my bath.
...
1974,
They came to check booty to loot,
Waiting for lands,
Waiting for titles,
...
Listening to the music
closing ears with hand;
onset of monsoon rain.
...
It stood for years, but now it is dead,
Lying over on one enormous side.
Branches spread out like lifeless arms
There's nowhere now for Squirrels to hide.
...
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 a 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
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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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