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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Take the cloak from his face, and at first
Let the corpse do its worst!
How he lies in his rights of a man!
Death has done all death can.
And, absorbed in the new life he leads,
He recks not, he heeds
Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike
On his senses alike,
And are lost in the solemn and strange
Surprise of the change.
Ha, what avails death to erase
His offence, my disgrace?
I would we were boys as of old
In the field, by the fold:
His outrage, God's patience, man's scorn
Were so easily borne!
I stand here now, he lies in his place:
Cover the face!
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Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads,
Like gnats around a streetlight in summer,
The children we could have,
The glimmer of them.
Sometimes I feel them waiting, dozing
In some antechamber - servants, half-
Listening for the bell.
Sometimes I see them lying like love letters
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In shadows deep, a love once bright
Now shattered glass, in dead of night
He took my heart, with careless hand
And left me here, in broken land
His whispers sweet, like summer sun
Now echoes cold, as day is done
The promises, now broken lies
A haunting ghost, beneath the skies
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In Florence, where the Renaissance did bloom,
Lived a woman, known for beauty rare,
In her father's home, she faced her doom,
A world distinct from the world of art and flair.
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\I learned about inner castles
First from St. Teresa of Avila
Then, Vladimir Bukovsky
Kafka, shortly after, his castle most dubious.
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The feel of your lips upon mine
Puts shivers down my spine
The touch of your hands upon my body
Puts my body in another dimension
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I follow the rules.
And then I break them all.
They wanna chain me,
But they are short of chains.
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They envy me,
Reality now envies me!
Illusions laugh at me!
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My heart is so heavy, thinking about you and
I feel miserable being all alone.
What does the future have to unfold for us?
I sense it might take you away from me.
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Words left borrowed
heavy on the heart
Actions defaulting
stillborn and dark
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The English translation of the famous poem "Giraffe" by Nikolai Gumilev, murdered by Russian government in 1921
Today, I can see, your look is remarkably sad
And your hands, embracing the knees, are remarkably thin.
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Prophecy over ignorance
the world plunge into the darkness of crime
intelligence over illusion
the mind can ascend wisdom by time
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The signs of winter, no longer being sought-
It's marks being all melted away,
Spring has come; new things are of it's plot-
With foliage and greenery in play.
...
I wish with Mozart on a
Twinkling star
Wonder who and what
You are…
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Antisemitic
Quite lost, lost, I feel,
When hear Antisemitic,
...
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.
...
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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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 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.
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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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