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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THOUGH the winds but stir on their hoary thrones
Of hemlock and pungent pine,
All the whispering woodland tones
Gossip of things divine, —
Why God is gray in the granite rock,
And green in the lichen flake,
And swift in the darting swallow-flock,
And slow in the lapping lake;
Why God is sweet in the hermit-thrush,
And hoarse in the frog; and why
His touch on the bee is golden plush,
And gauze on the stinging fly;
Why God is life in the mushroom there,
And death in the toadstool here;
Mirth in the dancing maidenhair;
In its hidden adder, fear.
Oh, if this berry that stains my lip
Could teach me the woodland chat,
Science would bow to my scholarship,
And Theology doff the hat.
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He's as high as a georgia pine, my father'd say, half laughing. southern trees
as measure, metaphor. highways lined with kudzu-covered southern trees.
fuchsia, lavender, white, light pink, purple : crape myrtle bouquets burst
open on sturdy branches of skin-smooth bark : my favorite southern trees.
one hundred degrees in the shade : we settle into still pools of humidity, moss-
dark, beneath live oaks. southern heat makes us grateful for southern trees.
the maples in our front yard flew in spring on helicopter wings. in fall, we
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I am someone being no one,
A singular purpose of vision brought me here,
I have flayed away the surface,
Self-inflicted torture to leave myself behind,
Empty out the vessel....
Scrape away the piece of mind...
...
Chaitra to Vaisakh,
From Chaitra
To Vaisakh,
Blazing, scorching Chaitra
...
Even during hot summer days
Jauls, gulmohars, golden chain flowers can hang by
To steal the scenes from
A landscape looking barren, sterile, dry and parching,
...
I DON'T THINK GOD WANTS TO FEEL LIKE A JUKE BOX, VENDING MACHINE
I don't think God wants to feel like a juke box we put the right amount of change in then push SELECT
To hear the record from him we want to hear again
A vending machine while we wait for the candy bar or coke
...
A long ago I had the chance of coming across
The book by Anna Sujatha Mathai,
I remember
When there was none to say about
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Avert Shameful Persons for Good!
Deceiving others to earn money for surviving in the world is
The most shameful way of living by a person all should avert;
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By Stanley Collymore
Congratulations, and well done specifically to the actually brave Leeds local councillor who gratefully, humbly thanked God for his success; and likewise also all the evidently other equally successful, quite thoroughly principled and highly moral winners in the recently held, May 2nd 2024, local council elections across England. However, as for Daniel Hannan, who in his Daily Mail article didn't disguise his hatred, and similarly so, his in denial racism at such commendable persons having effectively gained the trust and significant respect of their respective electorate, and by doing so clearly winning the constituencies they stood in, here's my rebuttal to you Daniel Hannan.
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By Stanley Collymore
With clearly all the ongoing British
MSM's quite patently absolutely
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By Stanley Collymore
Don't try to pull that crap with
people who honestly know
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I hear voices in my head,
I touch pain
On every television
Except the typical symbols
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The empery of Sea and Ocean perennial be
For ever watching on the tongues of Earth
That like diamonds from Sea and Ocean arise#
And in those liquids haunted by the nights
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Thank you new Morn for offering sweet Dawn
And the First Lights whose genesis from
The very First Grey that was first breathing of the morn
And the new-given Day made the first steps
...
Star beauty
As the starfish straddling the night
the Night of the Sun
By stars surrounded.
...
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
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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
...
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.
...
"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:
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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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