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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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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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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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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NOW, by the verdure on thy thousand hills,
Beloved England, doth the earth appear
Quite good enough for men to overbear
The will of God in, with rebellious wills !
We cannot say the morning-sun fulfils
Ingloriously its course, nor that the clear
Strong stars without significance insphere
Our habitation: we, meantime, our ills
Heap up against this good and lift a cry
Against this work-day world, this ill-spread feast,
As if ourselves were better certainly
Than what we come to. Maker and High Priest,
I ask thee not my joys to multiply,--
Only to make me worthier of the least.
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The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!
Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.
In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
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When we're in on the outside
we begin to collide or coincide
we'll find out in the darkness is a light
however dim or small it might
we've held a well kept garden
which always begged your pardon
it could be so much better
it could be so much more
but have we ever felt its roots
and what it has kept in store
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I try to remember many things
That I have forgotten long ago
I have forgotten your face when
You smiled with a touch of ego
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Looking at old black and white photographs, the years have slipped away. Innocent days of my childhood untouched by life then. Discovering the bluebell woods, the river Cart, hearing grannies stories of the past. Singing hymns at Christmas in the chapel, I recall scenes of long ago. Free as a bird, in flight.
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A full moon was beckoning me
And I was nowhere in sight
My eyes were far too tired from reading
My ears deafened by clients' pain and suffering
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Orphaned by the distant wind
as darkness bathes the dawn
My wings have flown beyond my sight
to catch the cygnet swan
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How I suffer
On the cold street
No hearts to keep
Me now sheltered
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last night I caught you dreaming
your head cozily placed on the pillow
and I watched you smiling softly
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The mind is powerful
It remembers all acts
Those of love and hate
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Coming off offshore drilling rig,
After the four-week rotation,
It's like a relief from a brig,
I'm drained, I need relaxation.
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Ambulances are coming and going between various places and hospitals;
Many are succumbing to or returning from death there as patents
each day;
Cause of sudden rise of Corona infection is many are not following precaution;
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Before Kim could wack and wok the dog, cut into little bits,
the dog approached Kim from the rear, and Kim then 'had the
shits'.
The dog had guessed Kim's plan, and had a plan of its own.
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With the image of Shiva already hanging over,
Under the shadow of the Himalayan mountains and their ranges,
Snow-laden peaks and the caves therein
The Great Yogi sitting at Pondicherry writing about
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Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
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Buffalo Bill opens a pawn shop on the reservation
right across the border from the liquor store
and he stays open 24 hours a day,7 days a week
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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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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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He was before his beloved,
Kneeling on his thighs……..
His shoulders were down,
With his soulful cries…….
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Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
...
TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.
I.
Amarantha sweet and faire,
...
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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