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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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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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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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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O raise those eyes to me again
And smile again so joyously,
And fear not, love; it was not pain
Nor grief that drew these tears from me;
Beloved child, thou canst not tell
The thoughts that in my bosom dwell
Whene'er I look on thee!
2
Thou knowest not that a glance of thine
Can bring back long departed years
And that thy blue eyes' magic shine
Can overflow my own with tears,
And that each feature soft and fair
And every curl of golden hair,
Some sweet remembrance bears.
3
Just then thou didst recall to me
A distant long forgotten scene,
One smile, and one sweet word from thee
Dispelled the years that rolled between;
I was a little child again,
And every after joy and pain
Seemed never to have been.
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Unfunny uncles who insist
in trying on a lady's hat,
--oh, even if the joke falls flat,
we share your slight transvestite twist
in spite of our embarrassment.
Costume and custom are complex.
The headgear of the other sex
inspires us to experiment.
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A faded rose from days gone by
Lay within the pages of her favorite book.
Tear drops stain the weathered paper
Memories of a past long since gone.
She softly whispers "I miss you ".
As her fingers slowly trace
The letters on the marble stone.
A faint smile on her face.
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Juicy, ripe cherries, still on the jade green trees,
In vibrant, orange sunshine, glinting at summer.
Blackberries winking, saffron noon hour of ease,
When rose strewn seconds, seem lost in slumber.
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You may have heard folks speak about giants,
it certain circles that some call ‘plain nuts! '
among cryptozoological types
they're speculated upon rather much.
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Wringing tunes from out the ether
For his bliss.
Birds' own realm of expertise
Borders this!
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Beyond man's condition
And circumstance
A parallel universe
Of thought-worlds spin.
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when mobsters own the grocery stores
and they gouge the price of bread
so you cant keep your kids fed...
then loot the supermarkets
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It's 4.O Clock in the morning,
With a restless mind and a new day dawning.
And I just won't get back to sleep again,
From the volume of cry's by a world full of pain.
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The Pied Piper of failure
loose in our schools
Cacophony playing
of pedants and fools
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The road around my house is a flower garden
Of brick and tarmac and a thousand different
Ways to go wrong. It isn't any holiday home;
You've got to weed your way through every day
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if you can sudden see all shapes and shadows
sensory sight simple cobweb rain siderwebs
gleaming shimering in rain spent dawn light
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hunter gather humans used ability heightened senses
senses told season time touched time with all senses
sight light dark heat cold temperatures all sound senses
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time flows rivers run ocean river currents are sea tides
flowing within the ocean undersea visiting all continents
who can map river sea creature current mind migrations
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Ukraine
The two headed eagle of Russia
Has fixed its claws
Into the wings of the white stork
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Poetry
is the true
expression
of one's soul.
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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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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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He was before his beloved,
Kneeling on his thighs……..
His shoulders were down,
With his soulful cries…….
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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.
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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
...
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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185
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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