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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
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Our Father thou art in Heaven,
in water, in air
in all our silent and broad latitude
everything bears your name, Father in our dwelling:
your name raises sweetness in sugar cane
Bolivar tin has a Bolivar gleam
the Bolívar bird flies over the Bolivar volcano
the potato, the saltpeter, the special shadows,
the brooks, the phosphorous stone veins
everything comes from your extinguished life
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The power of God's Word is infinite;
It gives life to raise the dead.
A covering of protection that is
placed upon your head.
God's power works in His Word;
It's quick and abides forever.
His words are illogical, beyond and above.
and very much so clever.
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ছন্দ নিয়ে খেলা ভালো
ছন্দ হলো হৃদয়ের আলো
ছন্দ হলো যা কিছু ভালো।
...
кожного разу
при згадці
годі стримати сльози
тоді
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I do not regret sharing our compound and my compound to civilization
Globalization has is winner and loser
My dream of sharing my grandfather rich history is first hijack by colonization
Technology has a say in divulging the secret of my culture to my neighbor and the distance stranger
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When l come out of my mother's knee
Am buoyant with dreams
I want to fly,
Fly With the wind of imaginations
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There is always a person in the wing
Do not leave your vision there is always a person in the wing
without permission there always a person in the wing
only you can permit, no special person anywhere
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Why have they hypnotized our brain
I have called my mother sister illiterate just because of her accent
I have looked down on my neighbor because of the lack of Queen's English
Good idea of my father's compound is not celebrated
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Our mother has failed us
The estate of our father is in ruin
The identity is taken away
The pride, the name and the history
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Those l call role models are not spear
When they compare native dress to suit in my sunny weather.
Every corner they lash at my Africanism
My Dansiki give me freedom beyond bow and tie
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At the sound of love l bow
The journey makes me forget my sorrow
When the language of love is with my lover
And the sacrifice of love her devotion
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we need ourselves
we don't know how much
but until we miss ourselves
we don't know those little thing we never respect
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One night lover, how quickly is over?
You talk me into paradise
You dressed me like life time queen
You push me into hope of a wife
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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 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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