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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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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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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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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How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
- Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Nor memory shaped old times anew,
Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee?
...
I am offering this poem to you,
since I have nothing else to give.
Keep it like a warm coat,
when winter comes to cover you,
or like a pair of thick socks
the cold cannot bite through,
I love you,
I have nothing else to give you,
...
In the middle of spring, a caterpillar blooms in,
Everyone feels vulnerable to see her,
the ugly caterpillar found herself spiky.
Nobody finds her solace,
Her dreams drown out down,
Her mate's set to fly.
She end up with herself sad to not be glide.
She was exiled from the season,
Resurgence herself from the past,
Setup and overhaul to bring her thought,
...
Gilding the Ark
I sigh in clouds
And rain bubbles never through the portals
We sail on
...
The wonders of the Universe are clearly displayed
By each and every thing, even a simple little blade
For the source behind every single thing is God
Who is the only universal Lord.
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Our words carry enormous weight,
more than we ever think, when spoken out will leave a mark not just a trace of ink. Words empower people,
to some maybe a muse,
but a mighty power lies within some of the words we use.
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L_I_F_E_(2) _
continuity of learning process
is that of
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In your captivating gaze,
I find myself entranced,
Seeing only you,
A complete embodiment
...
There is a bird in its cage
As the cage gets inhabitable
It wants to get out of the cage
But old bonding with the cage
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Different Route of Storm Brings Normalcy!
The strength of the storm has subsided after crossing shores
In the North and with that the havoc of cyclone has ended;
...
In a room where sunlight danced,
Among the plants and elegance enhanced,
A husband shouted, filled with plight,
'Tell me what's wrong, day and night.'
...
It's not so great, when your walking down the street
and there's a rock in your shoe, hurting one of your feet.
That rock in your shoe, which moves to and fro
Whether your walking fast or whether your walking slow
...
a lover's moon
can be caught
in deep wells
...
moon is caught
between stone walls
in well depths
...
the moon is never caught on star void nights
when the moon is hidden behind sky cloud veils
the moon is bright caught by brilliant love light
...
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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