Poems
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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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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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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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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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Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
What tune the enchantress plays
In aftermaths of soft September
Or under blanching mays,
For she and I were long acquainted
And I knew all her ways.
On russet floors, by waters idle,
The pine lets fall its cone;
The cuckoo shouts all day at nothing
In leafy dells alone;
And traveller’s joy beguiles in autumn
Hearts that have lost their own.
On acres of the seeded grasses
The changing burnish heaves;
Or marshalled under moons of harvest
Stand still all night the sheaves;
Or beeches strip in storms for winter
And stain the wind with leaves.
Posses, as I possessed a season,
The countries I resign,
Where over elmy plains the highway
Would mount the hills and shine,
And full of shade the pillared forest
Would murmur and be mine.
For nature, heartless, witless nature,
Will neither care nor know
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Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.
I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.
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I am the child
Yes the child,
Lost in the unnecessary battle fields
Hoping to have a vision
Am now thinking of a new mission
That's home
May I please have your permission!
If yes, that's my formation
My youthful vision that was taken
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We were taught the history, for a long time
Our forefathers were always peaceful people,
So had loved the dancing, singing and rhyme
And never invaded the other people.
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In the early spring on the mountainside
The camellia flowers are falling
In the early spring on the vills in the seaside
The camellia flowers are falling
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Far-away the se of Ae-Wol,
The white boats are floating
On the blacks rocks at the seashore
The whity sprays are raising
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The sea is flowing,
From the sky no clouds to the sea, with a stream of the wind,
The sea is flowing.
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Free me of these bonds, Lord.
Breathed in, tensely.
Your foe, inexplicably
Has stretched. Hands free!
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With all eyes, down-hung
With each house's
Dumbfounds me, nights, the worst
Ill will rouses
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In the park, the sun declined in the west
And the warm winds are blowing on the empty boughs
And the public houses, the people are rest
On the chairs, drinking, they smooth out their brows.
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Short at her end.
Longer at his.
This wait for love; if fled
One's heart's nest is.
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Femina Spiritus.
Breezy skirted.
There above it, in name of Spring
World, perfuming.
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His eyes are like two subterranean whirlpools
they are two blue sapphire lakes without shores
there is just a glint of light penetrating,
quite-blindingly-at the centre
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The one phrase, illuminates
Lady's visage the most
Awe's more subdued 'I love you';
Of Beauty's self does boast.
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As striking a picture, leaf-twirled
A little off the ground
For a colour movement
Autumn-rich skirts, pleated and whirled
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Suicide, suicide
Your presence is near
Suicide, suicide
I wish you were here
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1. Take a shower you don't want to smell.
2. Pick out an outfit that will blend in with the latest trends and won't make you a laughing stock of the school more than you already are
3. Put on some makeup so you can't even recognize yourself and your face tingles with an unbelievable issue. You can't satisfy otherwise you'll have ruined the hours of meticulous painting you apply to your face.
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Poetry
is the true
expression
of one's soul.
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I will never forget you my dearest soulmate..
these old meomries will never fade...
you've always laid me in your shade...
whenever I trembled or felt afraid....
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He was before his beloved,
Kneeling on his thighs……..
His shoulders were down,
With his soulful cries…….
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As most Nigerians remain ruefully lukewarm
about President Buhari's second term bid;
an ever-increasing multitude of potential
voters across ethnic divides, seem to be
...
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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