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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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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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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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This is the place. Stand still, my steed,
Let me review the scene,
And summon from the shadowy Past
The forms that once have been.
The Past and Present here unite
Beneath Time's flowing tide,
Like footprints hidden by a brook,
But seen on either side.
Here runs the highway to the town;
There the green lane descends,
Through which I walked to church with thee,
O gentlest of my friends!
The shadow of the linden-trees
Lay moving on the grass;
Between them and the moving boughs,
A shadow, thou didst pass.
Thy dress was like the lilies,
And thy heart as pure as they:
One of God's holy messengers
Did walk with me that day.
I saw the branches of the trees
Bend down thy touch to meet,
The clover-blossoms in the grass
Rise up to kiss thy feet,
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[Book 1]
I am like,
They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows
Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth
Of delicate features, -- paler, near as grave ;
But then my mother's smile breaks up the whole,
And makes it better sometimes than itself.
So, nine full years, our days were hid with God
Among his mountains : I was just thirteen,
Still growing like the plants from unseen roots
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Your blue crystalline eyes
Stare anyplace but me
Your golden smooth freckled skin
Only dulls to me
High spirits, prayer posed
I dedicate a song to you and listen to it countless of times
Is it just capable of being a daydream
Or can I love you like I so desperately want to
Like a magnet I pull to you
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poet's reality
ultimate form of reality into cloud, into dream, into realistic utopian theatre of life, into art refugee centre in multilayered universality of reality in zone of post-interpretative voyage.
.................to infinity voices
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Foaming water, hard to see,
raft rocketing rapidly,
constant roaring on the air,
everything soaked, toe to hair,
...
SHELLEY
His arms St. Andrew's cross flat on his chest,
helpless while Leman's beer froth whitecaps clapped
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Say it, spill it. I'll not catch
Those tears of regret!
In having to admit it;
Be so troubled by.
...
Absorbed in, and lost to it
Happiness, a sunny day.
Bright for bright. Whom this child sees
Can detail spirits at play!
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Beauty, of what language
Best known to utter?
Is every musician
Your interpreter?
...
Roomed, reclusive
And in silence.
If found crept out, has done so
This from behind:
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Manifesto in Voyage of Taoed Poetry
into nature out of nature in researched laboratory of forest beside mountain grassland theories of truths running rabbit with mental formation of fox, fox with mental formation of running rabbit in subject-object zone of the narratives in the mythic-magic-mystic - -obesessive-linguisfic-symbolic-real-interpretative river of the semamtics-semiotics-anthropocen..
just nature in mature-evolutionary genetics of nature of Nature as voyage of tao-zen poetry parellelwd with texts and discourses of beings, time, apparatus of conceptual human design and environs as democrative simulacra and simulation.
...
O' Great Teacher
Please improve our knowledge
And lead us toward
The path of enlightenment.
...
By Mohammad A. Yousef
In the shadow of fences and walls,
where voices rise in whispers,
...
By Mohammad A. Yousef
In the cradle of ancient sands,
where stories of old still echo,
...
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.
...
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.
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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:
...
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:
...
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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