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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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 free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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The buried voice bespake Antigone.
'O sister! couldst thou know, as thou wilt know,
The bliss above, the reverence below,
Enkindled by thy sacrifice for me;
Thou wouldst at once with holy ecstasy
Give thy warm limbs into the yearning earth.
Sleep, Sister! for Elysium's dawning birth, -
And faith will fill thee with what is to be!
Sleep, for the Gods are watching over thee!
Thy dream will steer thee to perform their will,
As silently their influence they instil.
O Sister! in the sweetness of thy prime,
Thy hand has plucked the bitter flower of death;
But this will dower thee with Elysian breath,
That fade into a never-fading clime.
Dear to the Gods are those that do like thee
A solemn duty! for the tyranny
Of kings is feeble to the soul that dares
Defy them to fulfil its sacred cares:
And weak against a mighty will are men.
O, Torch between two brothers! in whose gleam
Our slaughtered House doth shine as one again,
Tho' severed by the sword; now may thy dream
Kindle desire in thee for us, and thou,
Forgetting not thy lover and his vow,
Leaving no human memory forgot,
Shalt cross, not unattended, the dark stream
Which runs by thee in sleep and ripples not.
The large stars glitter thro' the anxious night,
...
In life
one is always
balancing
like we juggle our mothers
against our fathers
or one teacher
against another
(only to balance our grade average)
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O solemn Night,
you were my first inheritance,
laid upon my shoulders
before I knew the weight of living.
In your cold chambers
I learned the language of silence,
the discipline of disappearing,
the art of surviving what could not be spoken.
You shaped the boy
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Geloof als opvoeding niet als keuze, geloof als cultuur, geloof als politiek instrument voor excuusmuren. Van de 100 gelovigen die ik ontmoet zijn er drie die geloven vanuit het hart! Doet er niet welke stroming! Veel nationalisme, chauvinisme, onderdrukking komt voort van achter de muren waarachter men zich veilig waant. Ook die polariseren dragen jalaba's en keppels! Risico van waan uit geloof is onoprechtheid is arrogantie, de waan dat jouw idee of jouw overtuiging boven die van de ander staat! Geloof die niet verbindt maar splijt vanuit haar eigen gelijk is geen geloof maar doctrine! Respecteer elkaar, intiem is de seksualiteit en intiem zijn ook je overtuigingen houdt ze ongevraagd voor jezelf en dring ze niet op! Geloof niet als reden noemen van oorlogen en haat maar de domheid van de mens, de mensmisbruiker, de mensen zijn verantwoordelijk voor wantoestanden niet een naam, overtuiging of vlag die toevallig daartoe wordt misbruikt op dat moment!
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Small rooms I enter.
I squat and read the scribbles.
Did fingers write these?
...
Coming home from the park,
Short trousers, and grazes on my knee,
I know I'm late, it's getting dark.
I wonder what's for tea?
...
They said 'get tools.'
We brought hearts.
They said 'get funding.'
We brought faith.
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We do not build for the day.
We build for the decade.
We do not plant for ourselves.
We plant for those who will sit in our shade.
...
Gratitude to all who labor on site, by sight.
Kudos, too, to all
who labor off-site, out of sight.
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I woke up early once again and put on a brand new wildlife T-shirt.
As I looked out of the window upstairs, once again, Nature put on a show!
Across the street, on the neighbours' rooftop, were four pigeons.
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When did the sun go behind the clouds, when did the rain start
A wedding gown turned shrouds, where did the seams fall apart
You say it has always been stormy the skies have always been black or gray
Were things only bright before me, and that since together only I had a bright day
...
He came with oil, not water,
To feed old flames that never warmed my home.
Behind my back he built a courthouse;
Before my face he wore a friend's name.
...
A painful spark sometimes shoots through me
There may be no reason. I won't delve into them
Trouble arises when you go too deep, and a great deal of darkness accumulates there
...
A book there, on that shelf,
evoked questions to ask myself.
Empty cover, not adorned with elf -
still, it was taken from that shelf.
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Darling, the tale of you and I,
When we are gone will drift and die,
The roads we walked, those quiet lanes
Will change their faces, lose their names.
...
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.
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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.
...
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
...
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.
...
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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