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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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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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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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Can rules or tutors educate
The semigod whom we await?
He must be musical,
Tremulous, impressional,
Alive to gentle influence
Of landscape and of sky,
And tender to the spirit-touch
Of man's or maiden's eye:
But, to his native centre fast,
Shall into Future fuse the Past,
And the world's flowing fates in his own mould recast.
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WHEN cold December
Froze to grisamber
The jangling bells on the sweet rose-trees--
Then fading slow
And furred is the snow
As the almond's sweet husk--
And smelling like musk.
The snow amygdaline
Under the eglantine
Where the bristling stars shine
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The Sweetest thing is you,
Like how roses are lovely, but they fade away
or how, chocolates melt and how the skies turn grey
sweeter than candy
warmer than the sun
My favorite candy
your smile is sweet like sugar
your laugh is a light,
you turn my darkest days so bright
like drops of honey, and how soft cakes rise,
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Come, my damselfly nymph, with a coupling dance.
Come to my bed of reeds. I'll do the romance.
Come on tiptoes: heart pressed—heart to heart.
Come, my flightiest one, depart in the morning.
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Give me a black rose moonlit in her throes.
I'll fall in love with her; I'll be blessed.
Take these marrow bones, without plateaus.
I'll sing in her heavens, hovering fervidly.
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Leaves that fall sweep on through the hall.
Landing on your doorsteps solidified.
Not that many, but there are still several.
It's annoying when they're blown inside.
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Let the trees wear gold autumn tiaras.
Let these snowflake whispers of midwinter.
Fluttering like angels, they are channelling solace.
Let fissures open up an elixir.
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My heart feels so warm inside next to you.
It'll scorch the grass, devour the sun
It'll leave this earth as barren as the moon.
Now I'm distracted lovingly;
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I miss the missing of you. Like-a-toothache.
The pain is deeply rooted in my heart.
I didn't go to the dentist; did you?
The pain, the pain, was all too sharp.
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Warm & fuzzy is how I felt that wondrous night.
As the stars sang out, like a choir, a tuned-in satellite
A born-again phoenix, I am reborn in your eyes.
Every molecule in the universe is catalysed for you.
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What we called 'love' now lies in ruins.
There was a time not so long ago.
Each gesture was met with approval.
Fingers entwined, not so long ago.
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A candle burns on the mantel in red glass.
It flickers like red-hot winter coals.
It'll be autumn soon... With searing casseroles.
It'll be winter with frozen toes, alas.
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My heart's river. Travels far out to sea.
I'm the water that has travelled thus far.
Circling the globe, it has returned to me.
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Do her eyelids bat & her cheekbones blush?
Do they have an indigo embargo on their own?
Which way do her almond eyes look?
Beneath her veil, an impromptu shush.
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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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