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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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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Oxen and sheep were brought back down
Long ago, and bramble gates closed. Over
Mountains and rivers, far from my old garden,
A windswept moon rises into clear night.
Springs trickle down dark cliffs, and autumn
Dew fills ridgeline grasses. My hair seems
Whiter in lamplight. The flame flickers
Good fortune over and over -- and for what?
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Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?
Last night as I was sleeping,
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I burn the lamp of fire
In the old skull of time
With the light of new civilization
I write the chapters divine.
Again and again I write my name
On the forehead of time
And sing new songs
In the laps of flame and shine.
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Sometimes I think.....
I have seen you,
Sometimes I think.....
I haven't seen you,
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crafted when Wallace and Gromit
returned from their trip to the moon,
which I can prov-olone huck curd
(within Trump con feta ration) -
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With my blood,
I translate good mood,
Then sweat to form my story,
My hope is grace and glory,
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Rosie's open heart is a glorious thing!
It bleeds sugar and has grand wings!
Life is for the juicy, the free, unbounded!
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I am a man who carries the world on his back.
I am a man who has done nothing but pluck tulip petals for joys and toys.
And I kissed the lips of a girl who'd happily sell my soul for a bed or two sacks of coal.
I am a man who has broad shoulders and a bald, worried head.
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The mother did not want to eat her young—
Her bloodline; her babies; her sweet devotions—
But she was forced to make a great sacrifice
To keep herself going strong.
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Luck Never Repeats Itself Again and Again!
All believe things are happening due to us or others, but it's act of God really;
No one immediately thinks so, but by experience one gets this answer;
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I need a life without tricks and schemes beside the sky.
© Manakavingyan
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Chapter 7: Learning To Share
At St Thomas Of Villanova Grade School we learned how to share. We had shared desks, shared inkwells, shared coatrooms, and no individual lockers. Any valuables that we did have were out in the open and under the protection of all. This honor system was developed over many generations, and one that had its own measure of checks and balances. Things did occasionally get lost, but in my 8 years at St. Thomas, ' I can't recall one thing ever being stolen.
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(In response to Abdelhaq Djellab's painting 'Constantine, ' posted May 13,2024)
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A living landscape is also a timescape...
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RASPBERRY BUTTONS
I don't know why it sounds so appealing
Sometimes I imagine new outfits this way
Put raspberry buttons on cardigan sweaters
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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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