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.
...
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.
...
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.
...
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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'Why keep a cow when I can buy,'
Said he, 'the milk I need,'
I wanted to spit in his eye
Of selfishness and greed;
But did not, for the reason he
Was stronger than I be.
I told him: ''Tis our human fate,
For better or for worse,
That man and maid should love and mate,
And little children nurse.
Of course, if you are less than man
You can't do what we can.
'So many loving maids would wed,
And wondrous mothers be.'
'I'll buy the love I want,' he said,
'No squally brats for me.'
... I hope the devil stoketh well
For him a special hell.
...
Maud went to college.
Sadie stayed home.
Sadie scraped life
With a fine toothed comb.
She didn't leave a tangle in
Her comb found every strand.
Sadie was one of the livingest chicks
In all the land.
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I have never known healthy love
My mother, she was so angry always
I always felt like such a loser
They sent me away
And just like that
I was off and in another world
I felt like such a loser
Then I was left
By my father
My first love
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Today I'm thankful for poetry…
Even those poems that do not rhyme!
because anyone who reads poetry understands…
...
When I think about where my love of rhymes comes from…the best I can deduce
is it all stems from my childhood…and a love of Mother Goose.
It's as if my parents weren't reading…but singing the stories of Humpty Dumpty,
...
Garcia Lorca and his green winds
His verdes vientos I remember when
I first heard the sound of them in his verse
The dream rush of beautiful winds on earth
...
Taste and see
The bread becomes the body
Taste and see
The wine form into the blood
...
A stage where they are neither an adult nor a child,
But holding their tears they still smiled..
Parents pressirezed them,
Not knowing that they're just making a stone out of their gem 💎..
...
a gigglephant and giraffalaugh
in a junglement's delight
did swing on a vine
most of the time
...
Though in a summer's day the heat
Melts fruits maturing them
From sweet to sweeter
Blessed with the taste of sugar hand-made
...
Gentle melon filled with colours of the blood
Yet not quite blood
But sweeter tasting
Redeeming the tasteless buds
...
A flower wept and dropped
Then bending in the chill of night
Withered
Yet it rose
...
Golgotha is the word
You climb slow and falling
The ground with the blood drenching
But once on top of the Plain
...
I spoke to my Bird and asked:
Do you know why I be so sad today?
Looked at me the Bird; and spoke not.
Nor sang.
...
Rose one from the Crowd and asked:
Why is our planet not cosmopolitan?
And the Prophet said:
Because the earth has States
...
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 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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