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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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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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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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A Clock stopped—
Not the Mantel's—
Geneva's farthest skill
Can't put the puppet bowing—
That just now dangled still—
An awe came on the Trinket!
The Figures hunched, with pain—
Then quivered out of Decimals—
Into Degreeless Noon—
It will not stir for Doctors—
This Pendulum of snow—
This Shopman importunes it—
While cool—concernless No—
Nods from the Gilded pointers—
Nods from the Seconds slim—
Decades of Arrogance between
The Dial life—
And Him—
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The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
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Between the sleep and the rising sun,
Between the lost and what's being won —
The show must go on.
Small victories, big stage falls,
Crumbling inside these painted walls —
The show must go on.
A face the world sees, a mask so bright,
One person who knows you in the night —
The show must go on.
Fighting the mind, the thoughts, the war,
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Stood like an unasked question
Behavioral shift can be against you
purposeful positivism may make you Nietzsche
OK go away have happy luncheon
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What you cannot escape is sheer hardwork
What you cannot escape is the momentum to keep your dignity
So you are not dead by unassailability
The one mist or which no one partake
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Let's have a fair-play
Then we didn't have to be afraid of any decay
Who longs for something will not dismay
Though life has doubly tiresome ray
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Why should I do tiptoeing
When every next does mowing
Is anyone knows about their thirsty crowing
And Zeitgeist with a bit of nanny-like moaning
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They do what they are asked to do because, if they do not do, they will lose their work, and if they lose their work, they will lose their wage, and if they lose their wage, they will starve, and if they starve for long, they will die, and death is the one thing that no life wants to get, not even in dream.
What matters, therefore, is:
they will do what they are asked to do, come what may, and that sums all the arguments for and against.
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Just to live, that's the prize,
Open wide your curious eyes.
Taste it all, the sweet, the tart,
Every feeling in your heart.
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My mind is heavy like the whole cosmos,
A wonder fills my thoughts about mankind.
From dawn to dusk—on Everest's peak I stand;
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Love Within The Darkness
Touch me tonight
Can't see the light
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The screen glows bright, a world unfurled,
But shadows creep, a troubled world.
Each story told, a heavy sigh,
As dark clouds gather in the sky.
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When it's night-time I look up at the sky to admire the moon,
Hoping I would see the golden shining stars in the dark,
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Be it, and it happens; you call it magic.
And every magic is an art—the art of science.
Be a cause; see, the apple did not fall in vain.
What could happen to the salamanders if they
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Everyday poem
26-04-2026
A tiny firefly
Winged her way
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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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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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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
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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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