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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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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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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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Come to me when grief is over,
When the tired eyes,
Seek thy cloudy wings to cover
Close their burning skies.
Come to me when tears have dwindled
Into drops of dew,
When the sighs like sobs re-kindled
Are but deep and few.
Hold me like a crooning mother,
Heal me of the smart;
All mine anguish let me smother
In thy brooding heart.
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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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In a room where dreams are drawn,
Where light and knowledge blend at dawn,
I stand before young hearts and minds,
Guiding them as wisdom binds.
Each desk, a world, a story told,
Of hopes, of fears, of futures bold.
They look at me with eager eyes,
Expecting answers from the skies.
I see in them reflections true
Of who I was, of all I knew.
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The squeak of shoes, a rhythm on the floor,
The orange sphere, a target to explore.
A clash of wills beneath the stadium's glare,
Where gravity defies and spirits dare.
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The city's hum, a steel and glass domain,
A million faces, whispering my name,
Yet none I know, no laughter warm and deep,
Just echoing streets where lonely shadows creep.
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She leapt across her boundaries
From branch to porch
dazzling she flew,
This wonder in nature's sight-
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As the music plays, a silken, flowing thread,
It weaves through moments, softly overhead.
A tapestry of sound, a vibrant, shifting hue,
Painting the air with feelings, fresh and new.
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The stage is set, the lights are burning bright,
A calculated dance in fading false moonlight.
The players gather, masks upon their face,
Each seeking power in this treacherous space.
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Paper plane, fragile architect of childhood dreams,
folded hope, creased ambition, a fleeting geometry against the sky.
Not metal, not roaring engine, just the whisper of a breath,
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The shipping accident
It was late evening when the captain of a Russian owner cargo came down from the bridge where he and the first mate had mapped the route from Humberside to Amsterdam. North Sea is always a busy seaway
In his cabin, lit a cigarette, sat down and opened his personal computer to send an email to his wife; he had a two-month vacation coming soon and said he missed her and loved her, if she came to Amsterdam, they could travel to Swiss
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Dhamma Way will only be with dhamma Way, not the others and not with the ahdhamma Way.
This is nature of Nature,
law of Dhamma.
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That proud little boy
With his lovely hair and beautiful face he finally launched my days of grace.
I didn't know what was missing till he arrived feelings long lost he revived.
I love to see him every day his innocent intelligence aches my heart away.
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Living on the edge of life
Heartbeat golden rays of sun
Chasing for that fallen star
I'll be with let loose with the dawn
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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
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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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