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'It was wrong to do this,' said the angel.
'You should live like a flower,
Holding malice like a puppy,
Waging war like a lambkin.'
'Not so,' quoth the man
Who had no fear of spirits;
'It is only wrong for angels
Who can live like the flowers,
Holding malice like the puppies,
Waging war like the lambkins.'
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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
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
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It's always the irony.
Non-saints loathing the proclaimed sinners, breeding condemnation.
And I'm widening the irony,
wondering why the already condemned are busy condemning.
Sons of Herod viciously mangling the sons of Sodom.
Their so called righteousness licensing this deed.
It's also the denial.
Deeds and words all in effort of a clear conscience,
apparently it is all that matters.
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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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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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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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'As i appeared dreaming over a beachlit sky.
Wandering and feeling the moments which caught my eye.
Like the tearsdrops of water pouring down the face of rocks as the waves came crashing in and then waving goodbye.
Pondering how this place and time here was missed in memories of a list hidden so long ago.
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How many times will you shoot me
To find out I cannot die?
How many times will you set me ablaze
To find out I cannot burn?
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ঝরছে ঝড়ে ঝরঝরিয়ে
বিশাল বড় বৃষ্টি বিন্দু,
দশমীর দিকশূন্য দিগন্তে
নামে নিশাচর নব-সিন্ধু।
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Dashain is almost over,
it is second last day.
It'll go away for a year,
leaving behind souvenirs.
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What's important to us in this life,
Changes, as we do, with the passing, of years,
Many ideas we deemed important, in the past,
We smile at the thought now, with no fear,
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In the depths of my mind
lie hidden the treasures
and the beauties of the world.
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My bed may not be as large
As California or have a blanket
As deep as the ocean.
But it's comfy and shares
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By Freeyad Ibrahim
My daughter grows up
And regrets that she played
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হটাৎ করে কোনো এক এলোমেলো পথে
সুরেলা সন্ধ্যা আঁচল জড়িয়ে বলবে,
কত শান্তি, কত শান্তি আজি আকাশে
বিবিধ রং মেঘেরা তো একসাথে চলবে!
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Get yourself admitted
And know the process of
Living perfectly here
Henceforth.
...
Ask not anything,
I have nothing to say.
If you so like
You may take admission
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Moon has many lovers,
Who love her to their best.
Some give her their light,
Some cry for her touch,
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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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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 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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No earthquake, no thunder, no volcanic eruption
Or even there was not any of other natural calamities,
A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush
With whizzing, shuddering, cracking, tearing, echoing,
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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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Sweet moment, stay with me,
and pray do not flee so soon,
Let me enjoy the bliss of that
first kiss beneath the moon.
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Pounds of pain punctured my progress
Tons of trouble terminated my tranquility
Swarms of stress subtracted my substance
My heart exploded like a thousand thunders
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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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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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Long ago the Gladiators,
When the call to combat came,
Marching past the massed spectators,
Hailed the Emp'ror with acclaim!
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