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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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Not crowned by rank nor robed in borrowed shine,
The distinguished soul walks quietly apart;
Its worth is etched in patience, line by line,
In acts of grace that shape a faithful heart.
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Not born of eyes alone is flawless sight,
Nor sharpened merely by the gift to see;
It rises when the heart stands clear and right,
Unclouded by the self's deformity.
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Once clear, the world stood sharp before my gaze,
Each path defined by hope and guiding light;
I knew the stars, could read their ancient ways,
And walked unafraid through doubt and gathering night.
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We walk with open eyes yet fail to see
The truths that flicker plainly in the light;
Our hearts, once clear, grow veiled by certainty,
And wrong wears masks that mimic what is right.
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Upon this hallowed field where echoes stay,
The dust remembers vows in crimson sealed;
Here faith and fury met in mortal fray,
And human hearts were bared, not sword nor shield.
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Greenland wakes, a land of white,
A star that flickers in the night.
America looks with curious eyes,
On frozen fields and silent skies.
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Stalen vogels in de lucht
op hun Nacht en Nebel tocht
schaduwvlekken op het blauw
oh wat wordt de middag grauw
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Wishing everyone a Happy Lunar New Year!
The Year of the Golden Horse is here.
Galloping, galloping - the strong steed of pride,
Wields power to bring peace world-wide.
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I refuse to divine what fate will send,
Or read the stars for guidance I may seek;
No whispered hint can teach the path to wend,
No secret sign reveals what hearts must speak.
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Scattered dreams lie drifting on the breeze,
Like autumn leaves that tumble from the tree;
They slip through fingers, vanish with such ease,
Yet whisper secrets of what we might be.
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The uncertainty of life walks beside,
A shadow shifting with each passing day;
No promise stays, no chosen path can guide
The heart through storms that sweep the mind away.
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Approach arrives with quiet, measured grace,
A step unmarked yet heavy with intent;
It tests the heart, the courage of the pace,
And asks the soul to reckon what is meant.
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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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