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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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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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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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Always up to some prank, this mischievous little Govindji over there
It's always I who has to suffer!
As this little cowherd foolishly totters, the girl becomes fervid!
Always up to some prank, this mischievous little Govindji over there
It's always I who has to suffer!
‘Kum now yoo, vow eye doo', if you can't speak properly why do you babble like this?
Says Narsaiyyo, stop all these childish pranks, just take us to your place, and enjoy us!
Always up to some prank, this mischievous little Govindji over there
It's always I who has to suffer!
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Cried the navy-blue ghost
Of Mr. Belaker
The allegro Negro cocktail-shaker,
"Why did the cock crow,
Why am I lost,
Down the endless road to Infinity toss'd?
The tropical leaves are whispering white
As water; I race the wind in my flight.
The white lace houses are carried away
By the tide; far out they float and sway.
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A memory's ghost, a shifting sand,
The girl I knew is out of hand.
I thought I knew your heart, your plea,
But now, I find a stranger's 'you.'
I'll never lose the hurtful words,
The blame you laid in cruel herds.
That shrapnel stays, a vivid scar,
Reminding me of who you are.
I'll keep the comfort that you lent,
The kind embrace, the time we spent,
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Time revealed what I refused to see,
truths about you
I fought myself to deny.
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At dawn I chase the light I cannot hold,
It slips between my fingers like a sigh;
I swear it waits for me just past the sky,
Yet fades the moment it is closely told.
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My heart still aches in sadness, My silent tears still flow, For what it meant to lose you No one will ever know.
Although you cant be here with me, We're truly not apart
Until the final breath I take, You'll be living in my heart.
Though absent you are very near
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No room for gloom
When flowers bloom.
We can be glad
When we are sad.
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Captivatingly,
This glowing morning glory
On her green bed lies.
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Life gives a dilemma, tossing any held victim into an uncertain position of whether, questioning the situation, their realities of being fully awake, or struggling in deep sleep.
Yourself within the mind clearly, without any doubt one way or the other: acknowledging not certainties prevailing its actual facts.
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Within the hearth where blood and duty bind,
There stands a boy with burdens undefined;
Not born of stone, nor carved of ironed will,
Yet tasked to bear what breaks his spirit still.
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EVERY DAY POEM-7
Moon
18th December 2025
(Today I got inspiration from the poem Ah, Moon—and Star! Poem by Emily Dickinson)
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I think you are a different soul,
I know not you though,
A new circle encompasses you
Till the last point,
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Always in my heart
Abiding immersed in love
Time never ageing
Cruel Death claimed you.
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Perhaps you live no more-
Living your life in sparks,
Momentarily, before fading away again,
Within our beliefs and imaginations.
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The forest through the years has grown eyes and ears
Each remembering what it sees or hears, shedding dew drops of misty tears
From within the wood a memory understood, a shade slips and falls
Whispered words from passing birds, lost deeds recalls
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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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