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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Oh day of fire and sun,
Pure as a naked flame,
Blue sea, blue sky and dun
Sands where he spoke my name;
Laughter and hearts so high
That the spirit flew off free,
Lifting into the sky
Diving into the sea;
Oh day of fire and sun
Like a crystal burning,
Slow days go one by one,
But you have no returning.
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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
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In a dark jungle, I saw this hart
There stood a knight not much afar
Seeing the hart that I loved with all of my heart
I went to protect it with my bare hands
As I couldn't bear the pain that I had.
As I saw the knight's glare
I suddenly heard the gunshot's flare
Remembering all the happy memories since the start
Knowing that this would be the end that would keep us apart.
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I heard a few reports of my demise,
and pinched myself to see if it were true.
Should not a person know it if he dies?
(That pinching left my body black and blue.)
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For sixty minutes of your time
The hand of the clock
It has nowhere to go.
Other than around and around
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No house of correction
Can suppress my love affair or desire.
Lust is a keyhole that must be unlocked.
I am a locksmith for jailers and safe beakers.
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As evening falls on garden sweet,
When birds return to nests so neat,
I feel the silence deep within,
This is my world my everything.
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You've kissed me all over
And so many times that now
My outer skin consists
Of nothing else but these kisses
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a speck in the universe
of what is and was and what will be
you know a dot
the President knows a dot
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hashtagged introvertedness trademark
silently exorcised, ostracized, and vilified
Impossible mission to resuscitate...
a forsaken promising
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If the earth is, you are
And the earth if bereft of greenery,
Hills, mountains, woods,
Rivers, vales and dales, you are not,
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Technological name calling
Seems to exist on twitter
Twice I have been locked out
In the past two days
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Pagalon ke baat cchodiyei
Jo dharmayuddha
Dharam ke naam par ladei thei,
Karam par nahi,
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Prem se bolo Bajarangabali ki jai,
Hanuman ji ki jai
On Hanuman Jayanti
The myth and narrative of the Ramayana
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Wednesday morning, April 24, 2024 at 10: 24 a.m.
note: Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867) , the influential French poet, social commentator and journal keeper, wrote a large number of love poems for his sometimes-lover and Paris mistress Jeanne Duval. Baudelaire's poetry, including his Paris vignettes, have inspired generations of writers, including Ernest Hemingway (1899-1962) , who modeled his own vignettes in his first short story collection In Our Time (1925) after those of Baudelaire which Hemingway read closely while living in Paris in the 1920's.
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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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