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
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:
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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Millions busily toil, that the human race may continue;
But by only a few is propagated our kind.
Thousands of seeds by the autumn are scattered, yet fruit is engendered
Only by few, for the most back to the element go.
But if one only can blossom, that one is able to scatter
Even a bright living world, filled with creations eterne.
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
To what value am I bound
what the expert might have said
or what the professor found
never mind them good or bad
hoping for my inner state
to connect, interrelate
magic comes up in between
pulling on my magic string
striking soft my inner wing
might it be a melody
And all I wanted to say...
Is that I love you more
Than the birth of this new day
I staggered around to a corner
And tried to check how much I've achieved
But when I found almost nothing,
I realized I've been sleeping.
She has a shiny nose
Even without make-up
She is more beautiful
To me, there's no such thing as a best place.
And there's no best, but a special friend:
Her sonorous voice so rings a bell
And melts my heart whenever it freezes.
She's an epitome of beauty
With the most alluring 'figure-eight.'
The Solitary soul sobs
But sweet lips do smile;
And there the blockages
Seize emotions for a while.
Again and again, what's wrong with me?
I keep on tripping and falling but I don't learn my lesson,
I'm a lover I know but a blind one I guess,
Always driving to the dead end, always.
The message you sent to me this morning drove me to ecstasy
And it reminded me of one of my early fantasies
You are like a love embassy;
A channel through which one experience love realities
Poets of convenience
reality to sway
A stain that lasts forever
excuses not parlayed
The power, ingenuity and beauty found in nature as always fascinated mankind
When we look at waves of ocean rolling in we can't help but appreciate and admire it also feel a little powerless to it
When we look at the strong tall straight trees that hold the different kinds of fruit, species of birds and there nest from harm and it never grows tired and a place where we can hide our face and find solute, we can't help but appreciate it beauty and all.
When we look at the animals walking freely to find it prey we can help but admire it especially the King of the jungle(Lion)
I like it when I talk about you, because you're a wonderful person
I like when I hear your voice, because it is like a medicine
I like it when I call you, because I enjoy your endearments
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,
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
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....
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.
He was before his beloved,
Kneeling on his thighs……..
His shoulders were down,
With his soulful cries…….
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
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.