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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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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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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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Thought I was free
of passion, so this melancholy
comes as surprise:
a woodcock shoots up from the marsh
where autumn's twilight falls.
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
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Hear now the tale that the storm has sung,
When skies were heavy and the earth was young.
Upon the glass, the rain did write,
A thousand runes in the fading light.
From drops that fell like tears of fate,
Rose dreams of mortals who dared create.
Through shadowed halls and tempest's roar,
They sought the truth on a distant shore.
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Unspoken cares reside behind the smile,
Like hidden weights the heart learns how to bear;
They move with us through every crowded mile,
Yet seldom find a voice or open air.
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A casual glance may pass without a pause,
A fleeting look that brushes past the soul;
It skims the surface, notes the seen because,
Yet misses depths it never meant to know.
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Concealed beneath the calm we choose to show,
The heart keeps truths it fears the light might break;
It smiles in public, steady, warm, and slow,
While hidden storms its inner silence shake.
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In darkest moments, when the night feels sealed,
And hope seems distant, fragile, hard to name;
The world grows still, its comforts all concealed,
And even stars appear too tired to flame.
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A gentle fragrance moves without a sound,
Unseen, yet felt where memory takes its breath;
It drifts through rooms no footsteps ever found,
And softens grief without confronting death.
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O sweet flower, tender in the morning light,
Your petals glow with innocence and grace;
You turn the darkest moments soft and bright,
And bring a quiet joy to every space.
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Fleeting life drifts past like morning mist,
A fragile light that vanishes too soon;
Its beauty held in moments we have kissed,
Then gone, like echoes fading from the moon.
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We grieve a fragile bloom that could not stay,
Its petals caught by winds too harsh, too strong;
A fleeting grace, too delicate to sway,
Yet filled the world with beauty while so young.
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Beneath the mask that hides both fear and pain,
The heart may whisper truths it cannot show;
A practiced smile conceals the inward strain,
And veils the wounds that only silence knows.
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Untouched by time, a quiet grace remains,
A fragile bloom that neither fades nor bends;
It stands apart from sorrow, loss, and chains,
And keeps its truth where fleeting life pretends.
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The mirrored soul reflects what eyes can't see,
A hidden depth beneath the daily guise;
It holds both light and shadow equally,
And shows the truth that often wears disguise.
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We mourn the innocence that once was ours,
Soft as the morning mist on quiet fields;
Unmarked by fear, untouched by harsher hours,
Its gentle heart bore all the world's appeals.
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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
...
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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