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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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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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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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In the morning I cast my net into the sea.
I dragged up from the dark abyss things of strange aspect and strange beauty -- some shone like a smile, some glistened like tears, and some were flushed like the cheeks of a bride.
When with the day's burden I went home, my love was sitting in the garden idly tearing the leaves of a flower.
I hesitated for a moment, and then placed at her feet all that I had dragged up, and stood silent.
She glanced at them and said, 'What strange things are these? I know not of what use they are!'
I bowed my head in shame and thought, 'I have not fought for these, I did not buy them in the market; they are not fit gifts for her.'
Then the whole night through I flung them one by one into the street.
In the morning travellers came; they picked them up and carried them into far countries.
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I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
narrowing,
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
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One sunny afternoon, the world stood still,
He laughed across the street, a fleeting thrill.
My heart, a drum, skipped beats unknown,
A spark ignited, and I felt it in my bones.
Eyes like constellations, laughter like spring,
The air around him seemed to softly sing.
Though young, my soul whispered a quiet truth,
A first sight's magic, a glimpse of endless youth.
Time bent gently, holding its breath,
I tasted forever in that brief caress.
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The trail is narrow, the brush is thick,
The world plays many a dirty trick.
I've walked through thorns and the driving sleet,
With the blood of the hunter beneath my feet.
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My heart keeps time to the ghost of your pulse;
My soul kneels in worship of your unbearable beauty
My thoughts — unmoored, above the sky
Wonder if even longing earns me your name.
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Each morning, sun a golden gleam,
A sober breath, a waking dream.
No haze to blur, no fog to hold,
Just simple moments, brave and bold.
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I am just a man with a vision for your happiness,
I see magic in you that you cannot see in yourself.
You're the only one who eludes life's madness,
I'll take care of you like a fragile, shining delft.
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Mirror mirror
Take this from me
My blasted sunken resolve
And rebuild my skin
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A whisper in the morning light,
We see we know so little, right?
God's wisdom, like a flowing stream,
Unfolds a truth within a dream.
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dweep Sarkar
In the schoolroom of my village, a notice hangs—
'Lately it has been observed
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Reminiscing
Lost in so much thought
In all that I had lost...
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The world began, a brand new start,
With light and land, and beating heart.
From Adam's time to Noah's ark,
Then Babel's tower, a foolish mark.
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Σκοτεινιάζει ο ουρανός
Ένας αέρας βορινός αρχίζει και χτυπάει το παραθυρά μου.
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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,
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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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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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