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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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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The Fire, Air, Earth and water did contest
Which was the strongest, noblest and the best,
Who was of greatest use and might'est force;
In placide Terms they thought now to discourse,
That in due order each her turn should speak;
But enmity this amity did break
All would be chief, and all scorn'd to be under
Whence issu'd winds & rains, lightning & thunder
The quaking earth did groan, the Sky lookt black
The Fire, the forced Air, in sunder crack;
The sea did threat the heav'ns, the heavn's the earth,
All looked like a Chaos or new birth:
Fire broyled Earth, & scorched Earth it choaked
Both by their darings, water so provoked
That roaring in it came, and with its source
Soon made the Combatants abate their force
The rumbling hissing, puffing was so great
The worlds confusion, it did seem to threat
Till gentle Air, Contention so abated
That betwixt hot and cold, she arbitrated
The others difference, being less did cease
All storms now laid, and they in perfect peace
That Fire should first begin, the rest consent,
The noblest and most active Element.
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I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
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Before the word, before the Justify
We walk with reasons like smooth stones in hand,
Polished by hours of worried, thumbing thought.
We build our cairns on any shifting land
To mark the path our burdened feet have bought.
The"why" we whisper to the evening air,
A fragile bridge from action to the cause,
A scaffold built to show our doing's fair,
To hold the shape of self against the flaws.
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Last night, a nightmare jolted me awake,
a familiar ache gnawed at my chest,
a shiver, shaking every nerve,
Like poison threading my veins.
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I remember You,
as You remembered me—
at my first breath,
when You summoned me
...
Listen with your eyes to the heartbeat of life—
an unseen wind carries the strain of music,
that melody dwelling in the soul's own ears,
oceans swimming in eyes of glass.
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I strolled through the park, so calm, so serene,
Admiring the flowers, the grass, and the green.
A honk in the distance—I turned just in time,
To see a goose glaring, with eyes full of crime.
...
In a quiet, sacred place,
where noise falls away,
souls—like falcons—
rest in the nearness of the Divine,
...
In the secret chamber,
beyond the clamor of worlds,
souls—falcons unhooded—
perch upon the Divine wrist.
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Beneath the misty hills it sleeps,
Where ancient rivers twist and sweep.
A heart of fire, scales of flame,
The dragon wakes to speak its name.
...
Sunlight drapes across the wooden floor,
Warm and golden, spilling through the open door.
Outside, the countryside hums soft and low—
Fields sway gently where wildflowers grow.
...
Older than the first sigh of time,
older than the cry of light,
A memory from before
the void's unbright.
...
Wish the wind would blow
And sail us through the sea
Wish the rain would fall
And water our flower tree
...
Beneath the thawing soil they stir,
Quiet hearts in earthen blur.
Tiny shoots push through the ground,
A whisper of green, a gentle sound.
...
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.
...
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
...
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
...
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.
...
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
...
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
...
"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:
...
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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