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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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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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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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A little East of Jordan,
Evangelists record,
A Gymnast and an Angel
Did wrestle long and hard—
Till morning touching mountain—
And Jacob, waxing strong,
The Angel begged permission
To Breakfast—to return—
Not so, said cunning Jacob!
'I will not let thee go
Except thou bless me'—Stranger!
The which acceded to—
Light swung the silver fleeces
'Peniel' Hills beyond,
And the bewildered Gymnast
Found he had worsted God!
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Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
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I briefly became an arsonist.
Because I said I was quitting the company.
A spark was set in their hearts.
And I said I'd start a business.
A Fire was set in their hearts.
Their children came to put out the fire.
I'm an arsonist. Child is Firefighter.
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They remind us,
Teach us when to hold close and when to let go.
They tell us to heal and to remember every little part of the story.
They preach both sermons.
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'I have never complained to my God because He is unique and unseen, but I exist, you exist, and we all around. I am asking the truth; I am not foolish, no one is foolish, however sometimes we are unaware... When the weather changes, we all have reactions; we know, and we see, that when we disappear from sight, we pretend not to see but w, but we feel it. We only ask God; that is very normal, but we must think because He wants the best for us, and you want the worst. Then, we all laugh around... we are all sad around... and scattered between you, me, and others, whether you believe it or not... and that is which is unseen, we call God... Dana Besarani
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Develop language skills, yet,
Dare not question injustice!
Read a lot, yet,
Rarely enagage in reasoning!
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The trail is narrow, the brush is thick,
The world plays many a dirty trick.
I've walked through thorns and the driving sleet,
With the blood of the hunter beneath my feet.
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My heart keeps time to the ghost of your pulse;
My soul kneels in worship of your unbearable beauty
My thoughts — unmoored, above the sky
Wonder if even longing earns me your name.
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Each morning, sun a golden gleam,
A sober breath, a waking dream.
No haze to blur, no fog to hold,
Just simple moments, brave and bold.
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I am just a man with a vision for your happiness,
I see magic in you that you cannot see in yourself.
You're the only one who eludes life's madness,
I'll take care of you like a fragile, shining delft.
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Mirror mirror
Take this from me
My blasted sunken resolve
And rebuild my skin
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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
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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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