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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 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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How beautiful at eventide
To see the twilight shadows pale,
Steal o'er the landscape, far and wide,
O'er stream and meadow, mound and dale!
How soft is Nature's calm repose
When ev'ning skies their cool dews weep:
The gentlest wind more gently blows,
As if to soothe her in her sleep!
The gay morn breaks,
Mists roll away,
All Nature awakes
To glorious day.
In my breast alone
Dark shadows remain;
The peace it has known
It can never regain.
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Of asphodel, that greeny flower,
like a buttercup
upon its branching stem-
save that it's green and wooden-
I come, my sweet,
to sing to you.
We lived long together
a life filled,
if you will,
with flowers. So that
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The girl with a guitar sings on the streets,
She's not begging for money,
From the strangers she meets,
She smiles as she sings, with her cute voice,
As she sings those songs of her choice.
Passerby's throng her, with a bewildered gaze!
What people can do to entertain and amaze!
She could sung at her home! Why on the streets?
For a live cheap show without any tickets!
But hear! She is not singing her song!
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You're my sweet
You're are my heart
I'm the artist
You're a work of art
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Lo, truth did creep upon thee unawares,
Not borne by fate, nor carried by the stars,
But by that quiet law which none escapes—
That truth, though buried, claws through every scar.
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My tears are like
the mists that fall
from early spring tulips.
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The ripples of the ocean rise like restless beasts, heaving higher and higher, and I stand alone with my binoculars.
A speck against the endless blue.
Above me, skylarks wheel like scattered sparks,
a flock fleeing the Black Sea's shadow, their wings pointing toward some far, forgotten port
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After a little while—
a day away from the daily jargon
The mind drifts back to the oldie-goldies,
to the dry-ash, sweet-sour nostalgia.
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Queen of the Winter
The Hag from the clouds
She stands with us
Defeating all foes
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Ik voel me een zwerver
verdwaald in een drol
en toch Oh God wat heb ik een lol
als een puppy zichzelf ontdekkend
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আমি চলে গেলে- পৃথিবীর কোথাও
কোনো এক বিষণ্ণ গাঙচিল তার ওড়ার গতি
থামিয়ে নেমে আসবে জলে?
ঝরে যেতে যেতে ব্যথিত হবে কি
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I'm becoming less, as you can see.
Just what am I supposed to be?
I keep losing syllables.
If I don't stop shrinking
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Als je Niemand bent
is ieder er alles aan gelegen
daar wat van te vinden
de een wil verstoten, de ander verbinden
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Illegaal als tegentaal
de denunciant begint het
de haatprediker bemind het
maar er is gelukkig verzet
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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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