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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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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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The mysteries remain,
I keep the same
cycle of seed-time
and of sun and rain;
Demeter in the grass,
I multiply,
renew and bless
Bacchus in the vine;
I hold the law,
I keep the mysteries true,
the first of these
to name the living, dead;
I am the wine and bread.
I keep the law,
I hold the mysteries true,
I am the vine,
the branches, you
and you.
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I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.
They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.
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Please stay
and let me narrate
a story of neglect
and constant regret
as I promise to let you take
a sip of my mixed emotions cocktail
that will leave your mind in a maze
as soon as you picture his face.
I really hope you stay because I'll need someone to pray
as I prepare to slay
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The world turned its face from me,
so I fastened the final buckle.
It slipped—almost knowingly—
as if refusing my command.
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Good morning Daisy!
With pearly dewdrops adorned,
You look so lovely.
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Sing, O winds that cross the western sea,
Of Ali Jokyy, whose steadfast feet decree
A march from London's fog to Sudan's sand,
A journey wrought by love, by heart, by hand.
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Sing, O eternal East, of Kassala the resplendent,
She who stands upon the threshold of dawn,
Where the firmament unseals its gates of fire
And spills its molten diadem upon the waiting earth.
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Athens
Visiting Greece recently, uncovered interesting surprises.
Athens, the capital, often called ‘the birthplace of democracy'
over 4.5 million residents spread over many hills and valleys,
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The elephant Mother and calf
Stood still, as large as life,
Portrayed as if one and a half,
United to survive.
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The days carry heavy spirits,
Evil airs float over the land.
Why today should I find
A feather from the first sky.
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Onmacht is de ooit dappere muis die haar moed verliest alleen al bij het aantreden van de kat/
De macht van de moeder is die van begrip van kwetsbaarheid, haar meegedragen eeuwige zorg en daardoor ook haar sociaal organisatorisch talent. Dat is bloed en hart gebonden. De zelfde mens in een echte zich daarvan bewust zijnde machtspositie is 9 van de 10 keer niet sterk genoeg die macht in te richten met zorg en met hart, misbruik is idd een duivels oorkussen. De verleiding die er in elk moment van dagen voor die macht waren waren er zeker ook maar uiteindelijk overwon de zorg en de rede die! Maar in schakelposities komt men mensen tegen die of pathologisch af zijn gaan wijken van de mens die de elke dag sores en vreugde moet schragen terwijl die met macht vaak vrijgehouden worden en gefaciliteerd. Angstcultuur ontstaat omdat er niet een meer garant wenst te staan voor zijn/haar daden van macht. Het vertraagt systemen en maakt ze overbelastend stressvol ineffectief en vreemd genoeg Inert! Het is aan de tijd dat we ons bewuster worden en houden van de in essentie gegunde. welke uit bekwaamheid willen ageren om met macht om te gaan. We dienen niet af te schuiven want als we projecteren en afschuiven kan het valsspelen zonder verfrissend vernieuwende doorstart niet zo gretig meer plaatsvinden dan nodig blijkt! In welvaart ingebed schuiven we door, vragen we onnodig duurbetaald advies alsof dan daar de schuldenlast blijft liggen en de kous af is. We worden van stevige besluitvormers excuus Truzen. We denken te snel dat redt die ander dan weer wel!
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A perfect silence cloaks the primal night,
The long-held hush before the first auroral light.
No whisper stirs the valley's shadowed deep,
A void where mortal dreams in stillness sleep.
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Absolute silence—
hours before morning rays,
HU's long, unbroken sound
wakes me
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The cloud I called a prison
was only breath on glass—
my hands tracing borders drawn in fog.
The silken thread was never bondage,
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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
...
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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