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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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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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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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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.
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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
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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
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All that marine biology, bottom astrology, is meant to console, to condole, to trade soulmates. The flashes of inner rhymes are like random hopes meant for nought. All Aquarius is obscured with the implorable vision of tedious details, of boring clausulas, knots of similar vowels... Sharp adoring, acrid smells, striving for compact unity, wholesome collisions of consonants mirroring one another. Mollusks are blankly copulating under the thickness of darkening, multi-layered, destructured ocean water. Adroit corals, chalky stones, underwater streams of up combed weeds. Ocean researchers are ever deceived, cheated with the system if altering colors and as if out feigned textures... The astonishing Aquarius at random, bleakly reigns. Minor details mean a world of flashing investigations, tiny openings. Things are inevitably revealed, unraveled, disconjured, with an unaffordable speed, and yet, diligently, with a soul wide ajar. The white verse of the sea presupposes long, uneasy, inricate, complicated, hardky amplified stanzas. Oceans are metaphors for passion, well- forgotten juvenile sensations tossed into the ver core of the soul. Love delicately squeezes the sacred depth of the heart. The toil of live is doomed beforehand; no redemption is foreseen by the brisk nature of fluent emotions, scarcely noticed but of utmost effeciency whenever overcome. The coalmines of attraction are of frugal, rigid, uneasy eternity, of everlasting scheming and plotting against of irrevocable load of outer impressions. We care for weird dimensions of gem keeping them under the pillow at a Venetian parlor. Uncertain simplicity keeps us of reveries. Reckless impressions of love take up the bewaring memory. I am a birdiefish soaring at the airy, spacy, vast Universe of banned, neglected, rejected, overseen, missed tunes. The wings are uneasy to bear, to tolerate, to wear, to steer, to cheer oneself with, to redeem it in spheres. I am indulged to that realm, with my feathers, tentacles, scales, cells, hairs.2022
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I watch you intently,
I don't know who are You?
When did you come, for what and what do you want?
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Nahpro is not the name of a brand new medicine
nor of a biggest new limousine
not even that fresh purple-coloured aubergine
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I love trees but I am not an expert…I just know they touch my heart…
Except for some maples, poplars and a few oaks…I can't tell trees apart.
Because I'm not an expert…but still love the way they make me smile…
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I don't hear the sadness anymore
Its sounds have shifted continents
Strumming now on unfamiliar strings
The choir lifted their skirts
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If at all you don't marry me,
I will wonder to wander
For the rest of my life as the night!
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I cherish the day I met you my Queen,
You are truly God sent,
My life changed from good to best,
The moment you became a part of me.
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Mother taught me to love the land,
Love the water and love the air.
Mother taught me to understand
That I must use these gifts with care.
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Hee Haw debuted in '69.
'Kornfield Kounty' came to T.V.
In a rural song and joke design
For tuners in to hear and see.
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A laughing kookaburra who
Gets my name from my laugh like call.
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo,
At dawn and dusk I'm heard by all.
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This lion cub's getting used to
Being solo where I am at
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo,
All 'round the outside habitat.
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An Organised Ukrainian pull-back is taking place
at Severodonetsk and the army of the Ukraine
is busy falling back to prepared positions
with their equipment and soldiers during
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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,
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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
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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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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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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
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TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.
I.
Amarantha sweet and faire,
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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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