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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What lively lad most pleasured me
Of all that with me lay?
I answer that I gave my soul
And loved in misery,
But had great pleasure with a lad
That I loved bodily.
Flinging from his arms I laughed
To think his passion such
He fancied that I gave a soul
Did but our bodies touch,
And laughed upon his breast to think
Beast gave beast as much.
I gave what other women gave
That stepped out of their clothes.
But when this soul, its body off,
Naked to naked goes,
He it has found shall find therein
What none other knows,
And give his own and take his own
And rule in his own right;
And though it loved in misery
Close and cling so tight,
There's not a bird of day that dare
Extinguish that delight.
So you think its Stephen?
Then I'd best make sure
Be on the safe side as it were.
Ah, theres been a mistake. The hair
you see, its black, now Stephens fair ...
Whats that? The explosion?
Of course, burnt black. Silly of me.
I should have known. Then lets get on.
The face, is that the face mask?
Although that shadow's tread was light
And its cold presence absence massed,
A darker darkness to contrast,
A hole in the black cloak of night,
Its stealthy passing did disturb
And woke a sleeper from his dreams.
Such plunging darkness almost gleams
And its dense nearness must perturb.
That wraith was once a man of wrath,
One who would punish, and ordained
A space ship in its travelogue
Landed at Hill Billy Bob's place.
Billy Bob pumped gas with bud, Dawg,
Said 'Howdy' for the human race.
In India long, long ago,
The King of Jodhpur sent men to
Cut down a forest of trees so
Building a palace he could do.
Mama scorpion, single mom,
Papa was nowhere on the scene.
The nest was becoming less calm
As the kids scurried 'twixt and 'tween.
New day has dawned,
But you're not here,
The birds still sing,
The sky so clear,
Free headwind, the move of turbulence
Blowing to prove, a laughing hurricane
O' the land bows last, amongst the performance
Sneering blast, exhausting entertain
I can't say
if I am a super-duper poet
or an accomplished poet
or an ordinary poet.
With Russia at war with the entire Ukraine
missile-ships and submarines do continually fire.
With bringing famine Putin raises great ire
My Lord, where your stars hang as eternal signs over me
only to You I pray humbly in my great longing:
I do not ask for a great life that You are able to give with a word,
I ask that you do protect my darling on her ways,
The faith of a lover are your beautiful charming eyes
In everything in the universe the lover finds your gazing eyes
As ever benevolent and fair are your lightful eyes.
My heart is overwhelmed with love by your watching eyes.
If thy heart contains no worldly desires,
You will have azure skies and calm seas;
If you can sit listening to the divine lute,
You shall get connected to your inside guru;
I am running to home plate
With the fielder throwing late
While tagging third base I almost ate
The unbalanced run my coach likely scold
When I put on my thinking cap
To write some of my poetry
It's sometimes hard to get the words
To fit where I'd like them to be
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
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.
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....
He was before his beloved,
Kneeling on his thighs……..
His shoulders were down,
With his soulful cries…….
I was like a withered flower in a barren desert,
till I breathed your smile that brought life to my heart.
I was like a homeless child looking for a shelter.
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.