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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O Liberty! thou goddess, heavenly bright,
profuse of bliss and pregnant with delight,
Eternal pleasures in thy presence reign,
And smiling Plenty leads thy smiling train.
Eased of her load Subjection grows more light,
And Poverty looks cheerful in thy sight.
Giv'st beauty to the sun and pleasures to the day.
thee, goddess, thee, Britannia's isle adores!
How oft has she exhausted all her stores!
How oft on fields of death thy presence sought,
Nor thinks the mighty prize too dearly bought!
On foreign mountains may the sun refine
the grape's soft juice and mellow it in wine.
With citron groves adorn a distant soil.
And the fat olives swell with floods of oil.
We envy not the warmer clime, that lies
in ten degrees of more indulgent skies;
Nor at the coarseness of our heaven repine,
Though o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine.
'Tis Liberty that crowns Britannia's isle,
And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains shine
She plucked a blossom fair to see;
Upon my coat I let her pin it;
And thus we stood beneath the tree
She turned her smiling face to me;
I saw a roguish sweetness in it;
I kissed her once;—it took, maybe,
While we travel in a bus in journey of night,
We wait for early morning to see ray of light.
Crossing far distance of hundreds of miles,
With hope and pleasure a sleepy man smiles.
Child sun rises with big round face in East,
Dancing veil covers and opens made by mist.
Smog spreads over and across the road long,
Birds fly in row with chirping and sing song.
THE RETURN TO SINGING
Of all the things that I forgot in life
I have forgotten to forget;
I have forgotten to love you in the manner
One forgets to wake and brush teeth;
On a black ship bound for America, we said our farewell to Galway shores. Poverty and famine we knew, what lay ahead across the sea, was unknown. Land of our hearts, gleaming rocks and isles, we dream nightly of white sands on the Irish shores.
Michael Cochrane © 2022
And when you die
In a dark corner of your home
Or in a lavish hospital bed
People with your blood
এক সৈনিকের শ্মশান যাত্রার কাহিনী, কার্গিল যুদ্ধ অবলম্বনে অরুণ মাজীর উপন্যাস
খবরটা আগুনের মত ছড়িয়ে পড়লো চারিদিকে। হাবিলদার নেগি মারা গেছেন। হাসপাতালে দীর্ঘ রোগ ভোগের পর।
There is a war within me
One that rages on silently
Yet with such civility
Choose Poem by Carl Sandburg
The single clenched fist lifted and ready,
Or the open asking hand held out and waiting.
Один сжатый кулак поднялся, он готов
A galaxy lensed with a prolix name
shows as three within the frame,
the third distorted in center of view
like bridge twixt the other two.
Nature, music and Poetry attract, absorb, inspire and keep up one's spirit high;
Nature ever absorbs heart, mind and soul and inspires whole soul in joy or sorrow;
Music touches heart, lingers in mind and keeps up whole spirit in high status;
Poetry reflects the experience of heart, mind and soul in words that touches all!
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,
Your presence is near
I wish you were here
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.