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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We have walked in Love's land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
And shall we not part at the end of day,
With a sigh, a smile?
A little while in the shine of the sun,
We were twined together, joined lips forgot
How the shadows fall when day is done,
And when Love is not.
We have made no vows - there will none be broke,
Our love was free as the wind on the hill,
There was no word said we need wish unspoke,
We have wrought no ill.
So shall we not part at the end of day,
Who have loved and lingered a little while,
Join lips for the last time, go our way,
With a sigh, a smile.
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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
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In the moonlit night;
She resides.
In the darkness;
She hides her weakness.
She has nothing to lose,
And nothing to gain;
For; her heart has a black stain.
Carrying hatred and rage;
Her inner child,
Got thrown into an unbreakable cage.
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Put a stop to corruption
Corruption causes trouble
Trouble makes man disappointed.
Disappointed man proceeds towards suicide
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Life Expectations!
Before expectation turns into reality, again the same situation comes;
It happens on a cloudy morning instead of rain, again bright Sun shines;
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Sangfugl på blå himmel
Ser ned - norske flagg, bunad
Gratulerer, Norge
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You are like the moon
in the bottom of the well.
Unobtainable.
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By Stanley Collymore
Another fawning and asininely
ridiculous story by so-called
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By Stanley Collymore
It simply shows how out of touch
with reality this actual Windsor
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ကိုယ့်စိတ်ကိုစစ်ရမည် တဲ့။
ဖြူစင်သန်းရှင်းစင်ကြယ်သည်အထိ။
examine oneself till the purification of mind. process ends.
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Picasso with angled peaks
Van Gough his swirls
Da Vinci triangular composition
Gentileschi chiaroscuro
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I never know where these blessing will come from
I'm often surprised at how they find their way to me…
for instance, today's blessing found me on our morning walk
in the form of a Melody.
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When she was a very young girl…she imagines from the moment she was born
with her parents help she believed in all kinds things…like mermaids and unicorns.
She believed lightning bugs were born in a campfires…
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গাছ -২
সকালে ঘুম ভাঙলে, আমি বারান্দায় বসি।
অন্ধকার শূন্য হলে পর, শিশুর হাসির মতো, উজ্জ্বল রঙ, ফুটে ওঠে ঊষায়, আকাশের গায়, আমার গাছের পাতায়। সময় বয়ে গেলে, অপরাহ্ন স্তব্ধ হয়, বৃদ্ধ রোদ, হেঁটে যেতে যেতে, আবার, হলুদ, লাল, গোলাপি, রঙ ছড়ায়, গোধূলি বেলায়। আমার উঠোন পেরিয়ে, আমার গাছের মাথা ছুঁয়ে, আকাশের গায়, যে আকাশ বুকে ধরে, বয়ে বেড়িয়েছি এতকাল, সেখানে অনেক মেঘ, উড়ে গেছে, উড়ন্ত পাখির, ডানার মতো।, তাকে সঙ্গে করে, যেতে হবে, আমাদেরও ।, শুধু জেগে রবে, গাছ, মাটির শিকড়ে, আমার আঙিনায়, আঙিনা প্রশস্ত হবে, ক্রমশঃ, অনন্ত অসীমে।
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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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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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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,
...
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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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
...
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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