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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The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right.
My brother, good morning: my sister, good night.
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A baby's cradle with no baby in it,
A baby's grave where autumn leaves drop sere;
The sweet soul gathered home to Paradise,
The body waiting here.
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During the hardest times I froze,
My heart just tried to never lose hope,
Though my mind just as resilient,
During times when body stood defiant,
With not much left to choose,
So I fought to never lose,
And bring glory even if I become distant.
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By Stanley Collymore
Nigel Farage a man of the people!
Just look at all those surgeries
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It was a reflection.
a blue woman looked into the mirror.
passionate reflection kissing the illusion.
I see your soul as beautiful, because you mirror me.
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In The Shortest Time
Sure, my poem about Luna on Earth and Luna above
is gone,
...
Giving no sign of,
Turbulence beneath,
She remained like Artic Sea,
Thriving on action,
...
May we be blessed to wake up every morning
Smile look out the window and say
I wonder what new and exciting adventure
is waiting for me today
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As teachers we loved taking our students on field trips
knowing once we set foot outside our classroom door
we might be able to show them something they'd never seen before.
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I'm a Billy Joe
Steve Earle
Johnny Cash
Kind of a guy
...
Burden of Atlas we shove on our children
dreams of grandeur we seed in their head
Fertilizing, too much manure killed one
Over watering, wilted their dream now dead
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अगर कर सकते हो तो बस प्रेम करो
अस्वीकृति के बाद भी प्रेम उसी से करो..
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If you visit to London at this time of the year
You'll see a green place called Charterhouse Square;
No pleasant-er place of pure green will you find
For a sit and a sigh, or a moment full of mind.
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मेरे तुम्हारे संवादों में बहुत छोटा सा किन्तु प्यारा सा
होता है एक क्षण ऐसा,
बंद कलियों के भीतर समाया हो कल आने वाले भंवरे का इंतजार जैसा..
खिलकर फूल वादियों को महकाते हैं खुशबुओं का सौगात दे कर,
...
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.
...
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
...
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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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.
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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.
...
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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