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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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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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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 wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish you sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
The handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
Though it could be, of course,
the other way around.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish we were in my car
and you'd shift the gear.
We'd find ourselves elsewhere,
on an unknown shore.
Or else we'd repair
to where we've been before.
I wish you were here, dear,
I wish you were here.
I wish I knew no astronomy
when stars appear,
when the moon skims the water
that sighs and shifts in its slumber.
I wish it were still a quarter
to dial your number.
I wish you were here, dear,
in this hemisphere,
as I sit on the porch
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In January it's so nice,
While slipping on the sliding ice,
To sip hot chicken soup with rice.
Sipping once, sipping twice,
Sipping chicken soup with rice.
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Not because she is blind.
Not because she is weak.
She stays because love once learned her name
and she never forgot the sound of it.
He says it is nothing.
He says she is imagining things.
He says her hands are shaking because she wants to fight.
But she has screenshots folded into her silence.
Dates. Times. Faces she does not recognize
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Your friend is a lighthouse made of thought,
steady in storms of questions and doubt.
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As we breathe the air
our bodies tumble from the sky.
We meet on
Destiny St.
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If you are going to love me, love me with a love that burns?
For I am going to love you, love you with a love that burns!
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Love is better than butterflies
That is why it needs to internationalise
This only can save us from disrationalia
And from all forms of miscarriages and manias
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The way I set your body on fire will put me in hell tonight,
How can my eyes behold such beauty and not be in hell tonight?
Nothing breaks the heart more than a love that lasts just a few minutes,
My lips have cursed the gods; How can I not be in hell tonight?
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In solemn covenant beneath the sovereign sun,
Your name rises like incense at the break of dawn,
Ancient in memory,
Dignified in suffering,
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In the midst of utter darkness
I find a bright signal
With a glorious meaning,
In course of time......
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A rainy morning
Such a cold and dreary day
Just waiting for spring
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The wind has dropped
The Sun now shines so bright
And flowers now burst into life
Ever since daylight
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That fresh morning breeze,
As robin sings amidst the trees.
I long for the sun,
bearing blue skies,
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Sapphire dots on black velvet wings, a night sky afloat on invisible strings
A portal to Thanatos heaven opened in day, drifting dreams too soon flown away
Transfigured wings destined from birth, carry flittering scraps above worm's earth
Crawling caterpillars, from a chrysalis fly, painted whispers soar on summer's sky
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‘The ego shouts, but wisdom whispers.' —A Zen philosophy.
The weaver bird screeches without pause in the tree,
trying to convince a mate to move in.
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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
...
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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