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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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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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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You brothers, who are mine,
Poor people, near and far,
Longing for every star,
Dream of relief from pain,
You, stumbling dumb
At night, as pale stars break,
Lift your thin hands for some
Hope, and suffer, and wake,
Poor muddling commonplace,
You sailors who must live
Unstarred by hopelessness,
We share a single face.
Give me my welcome back.
Translated by James Wright
Submitted by Holt
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Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind
Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breaks
Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon sunlight.
The shining of the sun upon the water
Is like a scattering of gold crocus-petals
In a long wavering irregular flight.
The water is cold to the eye
As the wind to the cheek.
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In the dead of night,
Nefarious bullying whim
Scuff through my scanty life;
Obliged to watch the night I
Murmur songs and poetry,
Nestle insomniac night's
Incessant craving of anxiety
Away for a morning of hustle,
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The Poet in the River's Depths
By William He
The sleeper in the river's depths,
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At world's end, a land so far,
Where ocean meets a burning star.
Tierra del Fuego, islands grand,
Kissed by wind and sea and sand.
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I see you
sitting pretty on your favorite chair,
breathing off life in a rarefied air,
making your claim to our own fat share.
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Dark waves, a challenge to the sail,
Not black by color, but by gale.
The winter storms, a mighty hand,
And foggy veils across the land.
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@newgirldark
Now everything is Al, that's the way things seem to fly.
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The water-mixed air is whispering
Perhaps the heavens will weep and wash the dust away
The leaves will turn into beautiful colours
The flowers will be spectacular
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A fighter I am, though not with sword,
But against unseen foes, a silent accord.
My body's a battleground, a lifelong fight,
Against invaders, stealing my light.
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My compass points to what is fair,
Not flags that wave up in the air.
No party line I blindly trace,
But what brings kindness to this place.
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Winter is almost over, spring is drawing ever near.
Very soon May will arive. It's almost that time of year
To go back home once again, and see the ones I love so.
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हवाओं की बदलती दिशाएं,
और इन हवाओं की कुछ अजीब चाल।
आँखों में नम सपनों के साथ,
कभी तेज, कभी धीरे,
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Het groeiende aantal euthanasie aanvragen is niet alleen een groeiende behoefte naar autonomiteit en soeverein zijn in je eigen aard. Menswaardigheid komt onder druk te staan door gepromote opzettelijke tweedeling op rechts en polarisatie, het wantrouwen dat groeit niet om Niets maar naar de sp(l) ijtzwam toe! Dat er een verzekeringsmedewerker een stekker uit zorg kan trekken zegt genoeg. Dat we 6000 agenten met machines zoals de IDF in Israel doet, in Europa inzetten op vreedzaam protest om natuurbehoud de kop in te drukken zegt dat iets over die kloof, de discrepantie van wat bestuur wenst voor te stellen of in feite uiteindelijk effectueert die discrepantie van geloof, gelofte, beloofd om Mandaat zet aan tot woede en kwaadheids- en Onmachts ervaringen! De politiek in huidige positie is zich hiervan wel bewust en schijt in haar poeppampertjes als ze echt op inhoud gaan beoordeeld worden. Natuurlijk moet bestuur de mondige burgers trachten aan te sturen op medewerking maar niet door repressie! Elite kweken die het vanzelfsprekend vinden dat hun leven verworvenheid is en scholing, ze hebben zichzelf mogelijk gemaakt, van die goeroes zonder empathie of met een haperend geweten! Ze weten het en drukken toch door, ze hebben de meeloopkuddes net zoals vroeger de aristocratie in hun zak! En dat is voor een land in Europa dood eenvoudigweg crimineel tov 90 procent van de bevolking oftewel Hun mandaat-bieders! Lobbyen moet verboden worden, iedereen moet zijn best doen door echte arbeid, maar praten en manipuleren is deels oorzaak 1 van het ingefluisterde discours, de grote roof om meer geld voor de Big Org en Overheden, technocratie en Big Tech en Militaire industrie! Die machtsuitverkoop is ronduit misdadig! Als je als carrièreslaaf je toekomst gekocht ziet dan verraadt je je buurman om Zijn gelijke kans, dan win je danswedstrijden omdat je weet hoe dat werkt, je manipuleert en noemt het rechtvaardig, terecht, je voedt in een rijke wereld, waar genoeg voor iedereen is, een piramidespel dat de tweedeling in een moordvaart zal versnellen! Wie rooft en toch belooft moet worden gestraft, gecorrigeerd, dat bepaalt niet met name en alleen degene die bestuurt, regeert, justitie noch oranje dat bepalen we samen als samenleving!
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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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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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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
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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
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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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