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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 most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set -
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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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Thought I was free
of passion, so this melancholy
comes as surprise:
a woodcock shoots up from the marsh
where autumn's twilight falls.
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
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Hear now the tale that the storm has sung,
When skies were heavy and the earth was young.
Upon the glass, the rain did write,
A thousand runes in the fading light.
From drops that fell like tears of fate,
Rose dreams of mortals who dared create.
Through shadowed halls and tempest's roar,
They sought the truth on a distant shore.
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(A figure stands center stage, voice steady, rising with pride, defiance, and vulnerability, hands expressive as if holding the weight of generations.)
I am a woman.
Not merely a name, not merely a face…
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(A figure stands before an imaginary classroom, hands expressive, voice firm yet tender, shifting between pride, frustration, and hope.)
I am a teacher.
Yes… I stand here, day after day, in the quiet chaos of minds that refuse to stay still.
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I once tried to write me a sonnet
And almost thought I had don it
But along came a poet
Who said I don't know it
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(A lone figure stands at a desk or an empty stage, voice filled with determination, curiosity, and occasional frustration.)
I am the student.
Yes… the one who bends beneath the weight of questions,
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(A figure paces restlessly, hands clenching and releasing, eyes darting as if chasing invisible shadows.)
Mind games…
Do you know what they do?
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(A figure stands center stage, softly holding their own hands, voice trembling between nostalgia and longing.)
Clasping hands…
Such a simple act, yet it carries worlds.
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(A lone figure stands under a dim light, speaking with a mix of frustration and despair.)
Do you see it? Do you see the way they follow,
Eyes wide, hearts open, yet utterly chained?
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O Magnificent, radiant and vast,
You rise beyond the reach of fleeting praise;
Not bound by gold, nor by the echoes past,
But in the quiet blaze that lights our days.
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O Mysterious Guest, who enters unannounced,
You cross the threshold of the known and safe;
Silent, you stir what certainty had trounced,
And leave behind a trail both sharp and chafed.
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O Unforeseen, mysterious guest of fate,
You step where plans have drawn their rigid lines;
Your sudden hand can terrify or elate,
And turn our certainties to shifting signs.
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O Tragic Flaw, companion of the soul,
You dwell within where virtue seeks its height;
A hidden spark that bends what once was whole,
And casts a shadow on the noblest light.
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O Stumbling Feet, you carry more than fall,
Each misstep marks the courage to proceed;
Though earth may shift and shadows seem to call,
You press ahead despite uncertain creed.
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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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