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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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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
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Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry -
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.
In this brown husk a dale of hawthorn dreams;
A cedar in this narrow cell is thrust
That will drink deeply of a century's streams;
These lilies shall make summer on my dust.
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You look me in the eyes and speak my name,
As if my life were nothing but a game,
A kingdom built on foundations of grief,
Where you find your joy and your relief.
While we are drowning in the tears we cry,
You dance beneath a dark and weeping sky,
Twirling in the rain of our despair,
With a heart as cold as the winter air.
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Mos më kërko pamjen në portrete
Kërko frymën atje ku fjala rreh,
Në çdo strofë ku shpalosen realitete
Në çdo rimë të metaforës që shpreh
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The Summer's heat that pelts the grass
and left it crusty brown,
Did not suppress or try to mess
the porch's spring-like stalwart form.
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कभी तो अपना इश्क़ ब्यान कर,
थोड़ा ही सही अपना वक़्त मेरे नाम कर
कई साल बीते हैं तेरी हाँ के इंतज़ार में,
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I feel a poem rise up in breath,
I write the lines in a regular death,
You seek the meaning, you seek the form,
You carefully nurture the weakening worm,
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I see wings patterning the skirt of the sky—
The blue background with the flying blacks that dot its blouse
And the pinky hell burning the sky in the end of the horizon.
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A rhythm whispers through the years,
A rise and fall, with joys and tears.
Two hundred fifty, round and near,
An empire's life, it would appear.
...
A seedling bloomed, a nation strong,
Two centuries and a half, now long.
But whispers rise, of changing tides,
As power shifts, and something hides.
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His body lay in Joseph's tomb
The Son of God, born of Virgin's womb
Laid cold and dead under the stone
Messiah, King, still and all alone
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The Earth is warm, the Earth is sore,
Scientists knock on reason's door.
A line is near, they sadly say,
Beyond which we can't turn away.
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It had been a very
Long time in coming and
Yet it happened
Incredibly quickly in the end
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A starship flies, so high and fast,
Orion's home, built to last.
A fiery test, it must now face,
Against the sky, it runs its race.
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To Moon we fly, a dream so bold,
Artemis II, a story told.
But going home is hardest yet,
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I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
...
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
...
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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