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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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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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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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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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Oh friend, I love you, think this over
carefully! If you are in love,
then why are you asleep?
If you have found him,
give yourself to him, take him.
Why do you lose track of him again and again?
If you are about to fall into heavy sleep anyway,
why waste time smoothing the bed
and arranging the pillows?
Kabir will tell you the truth: this is what love is like:
suppose you had to cut your head off
and give it to someone else,
what difference would that make?
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There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,
And never before or again,
When the nights are strong with a darkness long,
And the dark is alive with rain.
Never we know but in sleet and in snow,
The place where the great fires are,
That the midst of the earth is a raging mirth
And the heart of the earth a star.
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I find in my wounds the story of
how resentment led me to this.
The summer I forgot, I can't find the pills.
Each day it's harder to carry the leftovers.
Everything will stay in the place where the helpers obey.
The reunion is our deadliest ally.
The dark desire to feel this sensation again.
The disturbing desire to experience happiness.
There are no words to describe this awakening.
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A puzzle grand, in words it's spun,
Not a simple story, clearly done.
Each line, a door, it opens wide,
To meanings hidden, deep inside.
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Mercurial moon. Its gifts of joy-wrapped tidal waves
Run the course of shifting lives. No, they are sorrow waves.
On one night, bonfire lanterns, guides to giddier times,
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Alarms are sirens in the somber room before the breaking Dawn.
Where lulling sounds are surreal farces, turned waves of quaking Dawn.
Dimmed lights are wrenched by bleaching truths torqued to torture tired minds awake,
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I see their reflection shift around this broken order
In this world of mad enchanters, where there is no order
I hear the gasps of weighted spirits beclouding windows
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Daisy is darling, Iris is sweet
Lily is lovely, Blossom's a treat
— Frank Sinatra "American Beauty Rose"
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From ancient times, a curious case,
Russians looked out, with changing face.
To lands afar, their eyes would stray,
Then draw back quick, and turn away.
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Our patience has left its cot to wander
the plane of oblivion, and parade the grave yard
away, on the silenced street of abyss
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So many misadventures-dolls, lamps, toys-
In our shared reverie, youth simple, sold
To their dominion lawless, a "farewell"
Is what I tell their silvered solace minds
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A cave of marvels lies incongruous,
Which wreaks me ever close to my demise.
An umbral fate awaits—bleak torturous—
Yet from dispirited duress, I rise.
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Do tell me why I cannot stop this suite
With you in my staccato reverie;
Why I cannot hear you in memory
Yet feel the phantom throb of poison, sweet.
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A transparent touch
Through soaked silks, sun-bathed legs, tanned
Gingerly teasing
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-Woods
Drafts piercing stiff wood
In a gale of falling change
Young trees come to bear
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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 a 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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