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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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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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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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I weep for Adonais -he is dead!
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers,
And teach them thine own sorrow, say: "With me
Died Adonais; till the Future dares
Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be
An echo and a light unto eternity!"
Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he lay,
When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies
In darkness? where was lorn Urania
When Adonais died? With veiled eyes,
Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise
She sate, while one, with soft enamoured breath,
Rekindled all the fading melodies
With which, like flowers that mock the corse beneath,
He had adorned and hid the coming bulk of death.
O, weep for Adonais -he is dead!
Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep!
Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed
Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep
Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep;
For he is gone, where all things wise and fair
Descend; -oh, dream not that the amorous Deep
Will yet restore him to the vital air;
Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
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The spicewood burns along the gray, spent sky,
In moist unchimneyed places, in a wind,
That whips it all before, and all behind,
Into one thick, rude flame, now low, now high,
It is the first, the homeliest thing of all--
At sight of it, that lad that by it fares,
Whistles afresh his foolish, town-caught airs--
A thing so honey-colored, and so tall!
It is as though the young Year, ere he pass,
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Hellish waves have embraced me
To the depths of my soul.
The abyss takes me away.
My soul has become thin and weak.
Oh, my God, my God! .. Don't leave me.
Inhaling You, I exhale contrition
In the killing reflection of stars.
Let all words become non-existent,
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Oldest memories fade in time, like tears in rain, or so they say.
The mental stress of daily life, has been building in me, for a long time.
How much more can I take until my mind breaks, to the point of no return.
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Mr.purple has for you that remedy smooth like melody take it eaz feel the breeze/ when its hot it please get a grip wth the buttcheek squeez true og let me be S.P.IC/ like rose peddle on the b.e.d lovely smell while you wiggle thee juicy honey /bee trying to stay focus no matter what faith hoping protect like its trojan /that body holding like a pittbull when he shake or harlem soulders /no mistake but if so GOD is great like a caddilac the way it escalade, on the pick up watter bottle if she hick up/ it us walk the walk talk the talk rep new york new york/. You all mine baby girl that ride or die support dunk her fruit inthe basket like we into sport/
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I wish to leave reflections of
Jesus, in every step I take.
I wish to leave a path of kindness,
in my gentle wake.
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I try to keep it coming like it suppose to be form the beast for the peace so it be obsalete /assist with the style even though some things are for you to keep and still even though advise like a jolly rancher oh so sweet/ few bars smooth beats about my honey but my mind on my money im in too deep /lord my savior that tru G.O.D and respect the OGs rising kids those teens/ that got it like jazz blues in they jeans sometimes ruby eyes till they bleed, hard work graveyard shift that pedigree /24/7we representing calm sooth and energectic mr.purple done said it /things get shreded people hate have no levrage i stay basic and poetic/ try to stay humble and copestatic temptation let it however but prayers get in/
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Little smile big hearts melt
Little effort, engraved transience
Little drops, a pool of harmony
Little sorry, anger engulfed
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I try to keep it coming like it suppose to be form the beast for the peace so it be obsalete /assist with the style even though some things are for you to keep and still even though advise like a jolly rancher oh so sweet/ few bars smooth beats about my honey but my mind on my money im in too deep /lord my savior that tru G.O.D and respect the OGs rising kids those teens/ that got it like jazz blues in they jeans sometimes ruby eyes till they bleed hard work graveyard shift that pedigree /24/7we representing calm sooth and energectic mr.purple done said it /things get shreded people hate have no levrage i stay basic and poetic/ try to stay humble and copestatic temptation let it however but prayers get in/
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Like any woman warrior, there can be internal scars after battles.
My queen, for others you fight, yet the night sees not your sleep.
In these letters, there is a fresh, soulful breeze.
Through your internal sight, let it carry you deep.
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I'll love you in the quiet,
I'll love you in the rain,
Through every joy and every tear,
Through sunshine and through pain.
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When sickness comes, and you feel weak,
Medicine helps, that's what you seek.
To make you better, strong and well,
A little help, the doctors tell.
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I am none
A memory lost
Self consumer of woes
Oblivion lost, shadows tossed
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When sickness comes, and you feel weak,
Medicine helps, that's what you seek.
To make you better, strong and well,
A little help, the doctors tell.
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(an Ancestral Taboo Elegy)
In Asaba, even hunger
lowers its voice.
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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 a 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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