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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The church bells toll a melancholy round,
Calling the people to some other prayers,
Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares,
More harkening to the sermon's horrid sound.
Surely the mind of man is closely bound
In some blind spell: seeing that each one tears
Himself from fireside joys and Lydian airs,
And converse high of those with glory crowned.
Still, still they toll, and I should feel a damp,
A chill as from a tomb, did I not know
That they are dying like an outburnt lamp, -
That 'tis their sighing, wailing, ere they go
Into oblivion -that fresh flowers will grow,
And many glories of immortal stamp.
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Maud went to college.
Sadie stayed home.
Sadie scraped life
With a fine toothed comb.
She didn't leave a tangle in
Her comb found every strand.
Sadie was one of the livingest chicks
In all the land.
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In the canvas of life, both dark and bright,
Where shadows dance and beams ignite,
A tapestry woven with hues so vast,
The essence of future, the echoes of past.
In the heart of darkness, a flicker of light,
In the realm of day, shadows take flight,
A balance of contrast, both day and night,
The dance of darkness, the embrace of light.
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The softness of yr hair
Through my fingers late at night
As the stars fall one at a time
Bathing me with love
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Matters not, black, or white, red, or brown
Who are these provocateurs roaming all around?
Indeed, men are not born into a cult of skin
History is very long, but where to begin
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Until there was no creation,
There was none to see,
Many faces of the Single Reality.
The Single One made first the eyes,
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ಕತ್ತಲಿನಿಂದ ಬೆಳಕಿಗೆ ತಂದ ದೇವರು ಅವರು,
ಬಾಗಿಲನು ತೆರೆದು ನಂದಾದೀಪ ಹಚ್ಚಿದವರು,
ಮುಚ್ಚಿದ ಕಣ್ಣನ್ನು ತೆರೆಸಿ ಲೋಕ ತೋರಿಸಿದರು,
ಮುಗ್ಗರಿಸಿದಾಗ ಕೈಹಿಡಿದು ಸರಿದಾರಿ ನಡೆಸಿದವರು,
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I treasure each memory
That is my mind I see
Each day is so blessed
That I have until I rest
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FEAR IS LOVE
IS THE VARUNABILITY THAT COMES WITH LOVE.
HE BE THE FANTASY YOU ALWAYS WANTED BUT NEVER THOUGHT YOUD'D HAVE.
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May we be blessed to enjoy each moment with our children
every moment of their childhood…
before
in a flash
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Most of my morning walks begin in silence…it's just me and thoughts I turn into words.
but for a week, now, when I reach a particular tree I'm greeted by the song of a mockingbird.
Her song, which I like to think she's singing just for me, is melodious and sweet…
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History has many eyes,
devouring fact, spitting out bones
Victorious predator, truth does disguise
stifling vanquished moans
...
mental laundary
just law of nature inside mind-body flows its own pace.
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Going up
Coming down
Here is where we belong
At the first wrung
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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.
...
"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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