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.
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.
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
I want you to know
You know how this is:
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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;
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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Roses ruddy and roses white,
What are the joys that my heart discloses?
Sitting alone in the fading light
Memories come to me here tonight
With the wonderful scent of the big red roses.
Memories come as the daylight fades
Down on the hearth where the firelight dozes;
Flicker and flutter the lights and shades,
And I see the face of a queen of maids
Whose memory comes with the scent of roses.
Visions arise of a scent of mirth,
And a ball-room belle who superbly poses --
A queenly woman of queenly worth,
And I am the happiest man on earth
With a single flower from a bunch of roses.
Only her memory lives tonight --
God in his wisdom her young life closes;
Over her grave may the turf be light,
Cover her coffin with roses white
She was always fond of the big white roses.
Such are the visions that fade away --
Man proposes and God disposes;
Look in the glass and I see today
Only an old man, worn and grey,
Bending his head to a bunch of roses.
The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
I guess it doesn't matter now..
All the tears I'll ever cry
Every time I lost my breath
as a little piece of me would die
But I just kept on clinging as my
world came crashing down..
hugging you even tighter
when I heard the crashing sound..
But I guess it doesn't matter now..
You're long gone and I'm alone
Not quite going to plan
a fitting title page to a life
half way through it's biography
the achievements and riches
There is no definitive answer to that question!
This cannot be answered as black or white.
It remains in the grey area between the two,
and no one's answer can be wrong or right.
curved thicket of eye
hide the tears of sorrow~ joy
moon behind the clouds
This is a translation in Malayalam of the poem "Immortal' by Sara Teasdale.
മനുഷ്യന്റെ കേൾവിക്കും കാഴ്ചക്കുമപ്പുറത്തേക്ക്
എന്റെ ശരീരം പോയിക്കഴിഞ്ഞാൽ, ഇപ്പോഴെൻ ശരീരം
Life and Death are in the power of the tongue;
It is for those who want to hear;
The Word was with you when you were born,
And it will be with you when you are done;
Lord, I give you my heart, do what you will;
You know I am in need;
God, I give you my Heart in Faith, because I know that God you are the Almighty One indeed;
I give you my Heart and I humble myself to Thee;
A life together
a coffee and pleasantries
shared each morning before work
in the nicely decorated home
Seen in and around Hollywood,
The ghost of Marilyn Monroe.
Sighters say in all likelihood
Her spirit oft does come and go,
Groot feest, we lachen
en zingen, luider, wilder --
When I was asleep,
Someone whispered to me,
'My dear pal!
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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,
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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:
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
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,
As you see universally
There is a great fall
Let love stretch its hands being universal
To love and teach us to love all,
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.
Amarantha sweet and faire,
you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
"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:
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:
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.