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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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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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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Our death is in the cool of night,
our life is in the pool of day.
The darkness glows, I’m drowning,
the day has tired me with light.
Over my head in leaves grown deep,
sings the young nightingale.
It only sings of love there,
I hear it in my sleep.
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Cats no less liquid than their shadows
Offer no angles to the wind.
They slip, diminished, neat through loopholes
Less than themselves; will not be pinned
To rules or routes for journeys; counter
Attack with non-resistance; twist
Enticing through the curving fingers
And leave an angered empty fist.
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So fragile is a loving heart
That breaks in two as loved ones depart
To long for them each passing day
To yearn for them in every way.
So blue is the sky on a flawless summer's day
That fills our heart with thoughts so gay
To sit beneath that bright full sun
Remembering days when life was fun.
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We can't see the air
Blows around us
An incredible factor
In us enters always;
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The clock's hands trace around its face with ease,
A silent chronicle of passing years,
A vessel for fleeting memories,
Filled with laughter, sorrow, joy, and tears.
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By Freeyad Ibrahim
Napoleon was an artillery officer
All his battle plans were designed to suit the heavy armament
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On the canvas of concrete, she weaves her home,
Under starlit skies, in broad daylight, utterly alone.
Every passerby is a stranger, unseeing eyes pass by,
Her dwelling is open, beneath the sprawling sky.
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Bhor uthik,
Nahay dhoya ke
Mon jayacche ki
Shiva mandir jayiyei
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In a corner of the fair
there was a cat with a stare
watching a fish in a bowl
It swam like a joyful foal
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Walking through the old wet cobbled streets, of the saltmarket near the clyde. A man sings his heart out playing an accordion. A wee woman knitting taps her feet to the melody. Children look on with bemused faces, people sell clothes from the railway lane called paddy's market full of puddles and junk in boxes, all life is here in the raw space of poverty which operated in a place which never changed since victoran times. My memory of old Glasgow.
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‘What is our existence all about'?
Said the Blackbird to the Bee near by.
‘What is the meaning of our daily strife,
‘The constant struggle, the trials of life,
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As long as you are alive
Living is about
Living
Living is about living!
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From the sound of the bugle
in the rush of the wind
The bodies are counted
as grieving begins
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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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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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............sitting here in the stillness
.............................staring
...............staring out the window
...at darkness my friend and my foe.
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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
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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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185
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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