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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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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Roses ruddy and roses white,
What are the joys that my heart discloses?
Sitting alone in the fading light
Memories come to me here tonight
With the wonderful scent of the big red roses.
Memories come as the daylight fades
Down on the hearth where the firelight dozes;
Flicker and flutter the lights and shades,
And I see the face of a queen of maids
Whose memory comes with the scent of roses.
Visions arise of a scent of mirth,
And a ball-room belle who superbly poses -
A queenly woman of queenly worth,
And I am the happiest man on earth
With a single flower from a bunch of roses.
Only her memory lives tonight -
God in his wisdom her young life closes;
Over her grave may the turf be light,
Cover her coffin with roses white
She was always fond of the big white roses.
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Such are the visions that fade away -
Man proposes and God disposes;
Look in the glass and I see today
Only an old man, worn and grey,
Bending his head to a bunch of roses.
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I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
narrowing,
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
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Earth is a wonderful place to live,
Where humans breathe in and out oxygen,
Animals eat food and drink water to
survive,
So plants don't die they need water and sunlight,
They also need to be taken care of,
Trees take a long time to grow,
By having soil, water and sunlight,
The Earth has been created with so much love
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Sometimes I feel like I'm
running blind. Don't know
what I'm looking for, or trying
to find. Empty answers, to
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Young spirit, bright and bold,
With life's full tale to unfold.
She races, leaps, and dreams so wide,
While peace and comfort I confide.
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I used to think home was a place, four walls, a door,
a light on in the dark.
But then I found you.
...
find you in the spaces between my heartbeats
not in the big things,
but in how your name feels like home when it settles on my mind.
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The wall between is thin,
Just a few steps, and I'm looking in.
Your windows glow, a familiar light,
Where I once held you, day and night.
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To many, God may seem like a sovereign, mighty and confusing entity, many ask why he doesn't help those he calls his own, his chilren. Many are angered by history and how he expresses his love, which is strange to the human tongue. If one were to look at us through God's eyes, they would be heavily sorrowed by the world. Imagine, putting love and power into the hands of your creation, the one thing you love most, knowing it would betray you. Yet despite this, you make them anyway, and hold a peice of them close to your heart.
But slowly, you watch their hearts grow cold, their love for you dwindles and turns to an endless age of bloodshed. Terror on your beloved earth. They spite their brothers, and abuse their sisters, they lie in your name, and take glory in the fleeting wonders of fame. You send messengers, children who refuse to conform to wicked ways, yet they perish by the hand of their own brother's sword. They remove all that is good, and replace it with darkness, that slowly consumes them, and makes them slaves to their own brethren.
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They were whispering
With a positive meaning
For the first time,
Very unusual indeed!
...
The best gift I unwrapped when the mountain fallen.
I didn't have idea that mountain hide the gift that hold the key of my happiness.
No other moment can come and replace the moment when I hold you my love.
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No book to guide, no map to show,
Just a beating heart, and seeds to sow.
We wake and walk, and learn to speak,
A puzzle vast, for us to seek.
...
Dawned
Dawned this glorious night...
Morning's waiting for bright
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Power in the wrong hands may be detrimental.
Power in the right hands may be essential.
People power can move gigantic mountains.
People in government can drain the fountains.
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I've given up writing my sad, sad song
truth is my darling I know you are gone
...
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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