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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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.
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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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Good-by, proud world, I'm going home,
Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine;
Long through thy weary crowds I roam;
A river-ark on the ocean brine,
Long I've been tossed like the driven foam,
But now, proud world, I'm going home.
Good-by to Flattery's fawning face,
To Grandeur, with his wise grimace,
To upstart Wealth's averted eye,
To supple Office low and high,
To crowded halls, to court, and street,
To frozen hearts, and hasting feet,
To those who go, and those who come,
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home.
I'm going to my own hearth-stone
Bosomed in yon green hills, alone,
A secret nook in a pleasant land,
Whose groves the frolic fairies planned;
Where arches green the livelong day
Echo the blackbird's roundelay,
And vulgar feet have never trod
A spot that is sacred to thought and God.
Oh, when I am safe in my sylvan home,
I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;
And when I am stretched beneath the pines
Where the evening star so holy shines,
I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,
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Cried the navy-blue ghost
Of Mr. Belaker
The allegro Negro cocktail-shaker,
"Why did the cock crow,
Why am I lost,
Down the endless road to Infinity toss'd?
The tropical leaves are whispering white
As water; I race the wind in my flight.
The white lace houses are carried away
By the tide; far out they float and sway.
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Young people who lack the basics,
Boast of being in Cyprus,
Unaware of old rock bands and Kerouac,
No watches, dressed simply in black.
They ponder,
Why am I not married yet?
When it's easier to have ten kids,
And burden someone else's neck.
Complaining about their poverty,
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Quantumic Poem-City:
Q&A (1)
(Q)
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choices
multiple and many
faint like voices
choices? there are plenty
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Ignite Like a Fading Star
The instinct to endure, while witnessing the fading crescent, radiance light. Flicker and flame: like a farewell candle. An immense vigor calls to faded glory under the weight of endless eons.
The shadows slowly descend, drifting like a never-ending stream. Where once it served to nourish and sustain life, now the pull is effortless, without any intervention from mankind.
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A moth was surprised to find
that its color did not fade in the rain.
© Manakavingyan
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End Conflicts For Peace to Prosper!
Love brings down tension and builds up confidence;
Hatred builds up tension and leads to many conflicts;
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But there is a steep status difference, said she,
Riya got it, yet thanked her stars silently,
In her heart, a Sufi's wisdom held sway,
Life's true uniformity, in each passing day.
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She headed towards Danghang Castle, because
of receiving orders to attack.
At that time, Suyoung, heavily pregnant,
but led the soldiers to attack,
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Drag me over the coals.
I want to burn to a cinder.
And I won't even need air
To breathe your fire
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Monday night, May 20,2024 at 9: 36 p.m., publication of information blocked; again at 9: 54 p.m. and 10: 22 p.m.
My hometown friend, J. Michael Cook, originally of Wellsville, New York, died under questionable circumstances in July 2021, circumstances that his widow, Gail Stillman Cook, also of Wellsville, New York, questions to this day as Mike was healthy as a horse at the time of his untimely death, riding his bike to work daily at the Duke University Flow Cytommetry Research Center On the Duke Medical Campus. Prior to Mike's death, his son, Kevin Stillman Cook, also died suddenly and under questionable circumstances in Durham, where Duke is located, at age 23 in 2009, his death proceeded by the accidental death of yet another young male family member while a patient in a hospital. The Cooks, chiefly J. Michael Cook, were complicit with the Durham Police in covert operations—a series of family car destructions/disabling in November-December of 1999-directed against me and other Ryan family members, and speculation is rife that Mike was 'gotten rid of'—not my words, but those of another Cook family member—to hide his past involvement with the Durham Police Department and the F.B.I. in those covert operations, the police 'being afraid that Mike would talk in the future, give testimony, evidence against the police should a court case ever happen, so better to shut him up now', again, the words of the same Cook family member, who, of course, will not be identified here as he/she risks the same kind of retribution dealt out to Mike. This Cook family member sums up the life-or-death situation this way: 'We Cooks are being sent messages, death messages, not to talk or else … '
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Stunning Survival
truth of life moving silence-wisdom alchemy of interoperative atoms into
impermanence and blood of gental heart flowing like river, poetry of authenticity and of sublime quantumic vibration in rhyzomic modes of living intelligence.
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I know you're aching like a seed, ready to burst.
I know inside of you there is a universe
ready to explode and turn your heart to kindling,
Oh, and I'm the spark going to light up your 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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