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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 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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Thought I was free
of passion, so this melancholy
comes as surprise:
a woodcock shoots up from the marsh
where autumn's twilight falls.
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
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Hear now the tale that the storm has sung,
When skies were heavy and the earth was young.
Upon the glass, the rain did write,
A thousand runes in the fading light.
From drops that fell like tears of fate,
Rose dreams of mortals who dared create.
Through shadowed halls and tempest's roar,
They sought the truth on a distant shore.
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I love thinking a lot
My thoughts fly like birds
Sometimes my mind wanders to the dark blue ocean
Huge waves wet my tired feet
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Beneath the changing skies we make our way,
Our plans like kites that tug against the wind;
What once was clear grows uncertain by day,
And fixed horizons blur where they had been.
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Above us drift the shifting clouds of thought,
Their shapes remade by every passing hour;
What once seemed fixed is subtly overwrought,
Reformed by winds we do not rule or power.
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Wisdom comes not with thunder or with flame,
Nor crowned by answers sudden, sharp, and clear;
It enters softly, seldom called by name,
Through years that teach by loss and quiet fear.
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Peace comes not shouting through a broken day,
But settles in like dusk on tired land;
It softens grief that would not go away,
And calms the pulse we struggle to command.
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Not long ago, everything was dry
Because of the summer's heat.
Flowers faded,
And animals grew thirsty and thin;
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It'd be great if time died
There was no need to rush anymore
But sadly, time never dies
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Where silence learns to stay, the heart grows still,
Released from proving, pleading, or reply;
No word is forced to climb the wounded will,
No truth is rushed to satisfy the cry.
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In pleading eyes, unspoken truths reside,
More honest than the words the lips conceal;
They ask for mercy reason would deny,
And beg for wounds the heart cannot yet heal.
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The confessing soul speaks softly from within,
Unarmed by pride, uncloaked from practiced guise;
It names its wounds, its doubt, its quiet sin,
And meets its truth without a need to rise.
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Borrowed grace arrives with careful hands,
A light reflected, never fully ours;
It steadies us when strength no longer stands,
Yet fades if trusted more than inner powers.
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Courage lies in standing without a shield,
Unarmored by excuses or display;
It is the strength to bend, but never yield
The quiet truth we carry day by day.
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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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