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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 free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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By heaven and hell, and all the fools between them,
I will not die, nor sleep, nor wink my eyes,
But think myself into a god; old Death
Shall dream he has slain me, and I'll creep behind him,
Thrust off the bony tyrant from his throne
And beat him into dust. Or I will burst
Damnation's iron egg, my tomb, and come
Half damned, ere they make lightning of my soul,
And creep into thy carcase as thou sleepest
Between two crimson fevers. I'll dethrone
The empty skeleton, and be thy death,
A death of grinding madness. -- Fear me now;
I am a devil, not a human soul --
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All actors look for them-the defining moments
When what a character does is what he is.
The script may say, He goes to the door
And exits or She goes out the door stage left.
But you see your fingers touching the doorknob,
Closing around it, turning it
As if by themselves. The latch slides
Out of the strike-plate, the door swings on its hinges,
And you're about to take that step
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Under, howly, figure only,
Mist of bane and very true
Sizzle on the fury tonly
Thank my madness very rough;
Make my dancers slowly turning
Nick of time and sincerely
Raid the bounts and surely fining;
Inch, and don'ts would interfere
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‘I wear the chain forged in life.' - Charles Dickens from A Christmas Carol
Enduring the daily drudgery ahead—
providing no comfort, only burden.
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Pouring out of fading twilight fireflies are by night my bedroom light
To awake in morning light to serenading birds alight
Hummingbirds pass through my room, wings dispelling night's gloom
At an early hour, in the shower they perch on my towel in costume of plume
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Oh My Nude Nymph
Fill My Cup plashless
By My Broken poem.
Keep Your Singing Breasts
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Death do not dance!
There's no victory yet
Do not celebrate yet
There comes erosion for my grave.
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My buttock you've flogged
Till my legs leaped like a frog
But, you were my devil
And I cursed God for bringing me to your vigil.
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When the world reflect me not
on her daily reflections. Not
that I am evil and ugly than a thing
but that I should bury in you forlorn thing
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Longest night softens
from solstice roots, the sun remembers how to rise again.
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I see it clearly through the haze,
The end of all our shared-out days.
Were we ever meant to be?
Two worlds apart, now finally free.
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A young man had been shopping in a women's clothing store.
He'd bought his wife a Christmas coat, and was headed for the door,
when he bumped into a little boy that looked like he was lost,
who said, "Mister, can you help me find out how much something costs?
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CYCLONES
I sat under a weeping cypress
At a forest.
Gazing at grey skies.
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Don't run away from letting people know you care.
Tenderness is not weakness,
even when it feels like standing without armour.
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I miss the fullness of joy. I knew it once…
Maybe twice, if one can count childhood, but childhood memories are so impossibly capricious. The taste of genuine joy, in adulthood, so rare,
is so savory within the
palate of the heart,
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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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