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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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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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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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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What turns men into killing machines, that blows apart lives and destroy innocent dreams? Look into the eyes of a child and may the pain that you see Haunt you as much as it haunt me.
Innocent lives destroyed by the things that they saw, In yet another pointless and brutal war.
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The Final Chapter of A Life Book!
Achieving peace in this world confirms eternal peace in the other world;
Instead of pride and prejudice, pride and peace only brings that great status;
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By Stanley Collymore
Nearly five months on and quite evidently still distinctively in solid silence, bless her patriotic heart, and actually counting; the dutiful mother, simply ever loving wife and patriotic citizen, Kate is unquestionably at home rather ardently, obviously recovering from her quite non-existent cancer, and as she well knows, distinctly like Charles and William do too, there's nowt better to boost your deservingly flagging popularity than a concerted act of simply, cynically induced sympathy; and therefore with cancer being as obviously ubiquitous; but, all the same, not as specific nor iniquitious as let's say gonorrhoea, herpes or VD, it's a safe bet to play the cancer game while very assuredly being guaranteed the rather accumulative sympathy of the surfeit of unquestionably brainwashed, thoroughly gullible and also the intellectually challenged ensemble of sycophantic serfs, moronic subjects and conditioned plebeians while, at the same time, actually reaching out hopefully and successfully to those Brits that clearly still delude themselves that Britain is patently somehow extra special with its evidently, in their pathetic assumption, outstanding traditions, and consequently therefore they must simply align themselves and accord Charles, Kate and William the undeniable benefit of the doubt, ostensibly for Britain; and, as such, clambour aboard as well this specific disingenuous and totally outright lying Windsor monarchical train!
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By Stanley Collymore
Why should a highly educated
and a discernibly mentally
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I never wanted you to go,
I never wanted you to leave,
But you've left me broken hearted,
And now I'm struggling to breathe,
...
harbour
collected works of poetry's breaths
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Джерард Мэнли Хопкинс (Gerard Manley Hopkins) Pied Beauty
Glory be to God for dappled things -
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May we be blessed knowing
from the moment of our birth
until the moment our life ends…
how we are surrounded by angels
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Deborah has a fear of flying…it surfaces before we even step onto the plane…
The problem:
This summer we'll be flying to Seattle, Washington…
and back home from Bangor, Maine.
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Breath of peace
through sweet napalm smoke
Humanity painted in infant blood
Conspired, contrived, propaganda
...
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.
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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
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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.
...
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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