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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Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,
Angels affect us oft, and worshipped be;
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing I did see.
But since my soul, whose child love is,
Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
More subtle than the parent is,
Love must not be, but take a body too;
And therefore what thou wert, and who,
I bid love ask, and now
That it assume thy body I allow,
And fix itself to thy lip, eye, and brow.
Whilst thus to ballast love I thought,
And so more steadily to have gone,
With wares which would sink admiration,
I saw I had love's pinnace overfraught
Every thy hair for love to work upon
Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;
For, nor in nothing, nor in things
Extreme and scatt'ring bright, can love inhere.
Then as an angel, face and wings
Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,
So thy love may be my love's sphere.
Just such disparity
As is 'twixt air and angel's purity,
'Twixt women's love and men's will ever be.
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Your whole way with shining evil's coal
Margaret, they all do bravely judge.
What's your fault? The body sinned as such,
Innocent you have retained your soul.
To all people it's the same, I know,
To all nodded with a blurry smile.
And with this sorrowful semi-smile
You have wept yourself long time ago.
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In words, they weave a vibrant tapestry,
A content writer, skilled in artistry.
Their pen, a wand, casts spells of prose,
Crafting stories where imagination flows.
With keystrokes swift, they paint a scene,
Where thoughts and dreams dance in between.
From dawn's first light to twilight's grace,
They capture moments, leaving a trace.
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All I have is this anger
Hating everyone because they are duped
People complaining
People looking for love
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(In response to Abdelhaq Djellab's painting 'Constantine, ' posted May 13,2024)
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A living landscape is also a timescape...
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Mark of One's Identity The Voice of Inner Self!
Success and failure are nothing for a person of great ambition;
Ambition to achieve something great is what he aims at in life;
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(In response to Sanju Paul's painting titled 'A Dive into Ocean Optics')
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The creature in the picture has somewhat indefinite mouthparts, but that's okay, because it's capable of swallowing a small critter in a few gulps, but its mouth is also suitable for camaraderie among members of its band, with an expression capable of being stirred by emotions, whether kindhearted or irritated or droll. Is it a carnivore ready to slide into the water to pounce on something? It hardly looks like a predator (unless your camera happens to catch it in a moment of chomping down on some critter) .. Or is it a lounger on the rocks that just wants its neighbors to keep a respectful distance, but also wants its kids to play with the other juveniles in the band, and doesn't want any kids to get hurt? So it has to have a pliable expression, because it is social. Tactile seeing is the creation's way of observing by sensing how that creature is settling into one type or another. It it shuffling its types? Is it mingling them in a functional way? A playful way? A chaotic way? Or is it getting ready to screw its features into an iron mask that proclaims one certain type. (Oh no, hope it's not THAT type!) It is up to other local agents of creation to determine and 'see' these things. How is the creature handling its mixture of types? Those local agents must invoke their own types to even fully 'see' how the other one is doing! So the creation feels it's way long. There can be bewilderments for the agents involved, even when things are simple. But nature surrounds us with abundant examples of how the types can settle into assortments vis-a-vis each other. On one hand, the picture shows how combinations of color can be stylized and expressed in a form like festival decorations. On the other hand, they can be embodied in living forms and their growth can be tended to. In either case, the colors can be shorthand for moods. On the festively decorated side of the picture, nature's most showy, exuberant growths are all bunched together in a definite way, in a bouquet. This would be like preparation for some kind of festival or hoopla. This would require planning and design. Or else the colors could assort themselves among living forms, as on the other side of the picture. In this way, nature's most showy exuberant creations (the flowers again) would distribute themselves. This would be the 'decoration' of the everyday festival that nature is already holding, without planning and without hoopla. So it all depends on seeing, and in the 'eye' of the creation, seeing equals tactility equals feeling.
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Today I feel hateful
Wrathful
Disapproving
I was ovulating only days ago and
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I don't want to be this close to you
That you keep ignoring me.
Something is not digesting that is
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Is it possible for anything to grow solely based on wanting your gaze?
Will the weak rooting inside grow with the filamentary feelings of wanting your gaze?
If it can, let me know about my intention,
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There is no attachment.
There is no affection.
But there is enough pain.
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The 'No feelings' can't state there is no love!
The 'no feelings' and the emphasis on the intention of fighting do not mean there is no love.
And the intention to fight is like wanting to fight, so it can state there is a fight.
So, for that reason, yes, there is a fight.
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I don't want to be this close to you
That you keep ignoring me.
Something is not digesting that is
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Love so beautiful,
It can be deceitful.
Pure love is fictional,
For, nothing in this world is rational.
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Silence so deafening,
Along with the reality, which is painfully stinging.
The truth lay hanging,
Yet she went by without noticing.
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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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