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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He listened at the porch that day,
To hear the wheel go on, and on;
And then it stopped, ran back away,
While through the door he brought the sun:
But now my spinning is all done.
2
He sat beside me, with an oath
That love ne'er ended, once begun;
I smiled--believing for us both,
What was the truth for only one:
And now my spinning is all done.
3
My mother cursed me that I heard
A young man's wooing as I spun:
Thanks, cruel mother, for that word--
For I have, since, a harder known!
And now my spinning is all done.
4
I thought--O God!--my first-born's cry
Both voices to mine ear would drown:
I listened in mine agony--
It was the silence made me groan!
And now my spinning is all done.
5
Bury me 'twixt my mother's grave,
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Conjoining back to back, staying on the moustache. The blind's nasal cascades, are crystal transparent.
Those who'll hate, burn in the hell. And you should further tell. Raised from milk, raised from butter. The blind's nasal cascades, are crystal transparent.
The mouses are hanging, with tails outside. Inside they are banging, with nails outside. It seems on inhaling, that they are going back. The blind's nasal cascades, are crystal transparent.
Biscuit-like colour, dazzles every eye. Two lusty damsels, as waving lonely. The blind's nasal cascades, are crystal transparent.
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Where's the sun that'd rise in the east
and warm our frozen village hearts
What happen'd to the cool morning breeze
that'd give a soft sound to our village daybreak
What's caused the village moon to hide her face in shame
and hang clumsily in the sky bu' the innocent blood of the unborn
What happen'd to the moonlit nights of dance n' song
where the littl' ones ne'er disappeared without trace like now
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So very many years ago
I had a dream come true
Of a very special someone
Who'd share my life anew
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purple lotus blooms, on a glassy, silver lake ~ gold sun, lustrous moon
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I don't belong to life---it belongs to me.
On its own, it's lifeless--I create and shape it-
I give it a voice--I draw it away from its desert-silence-
I make its heart throb---with it I'm patient and kind-
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A golden sunbeam sneaks behind me,
Casting a mischievous glance,
To see his face on my palm kindly
Does not give me any chance.
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Altered footprints.
Don't be proud. Like an immersive
moon floating on the black sea.
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It just is.
That is!
impossible to contain
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in karmic rythm of ultra-light creatives into uncreative purification of human mind.
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Sing with me
if you may
I'm not good enough
but please stay-
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Why I Believe in Miracles?
Well, as I see it, miracles must happen
because they are statistical probabilities.
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Maybe each one of us
Always feared the expulsion of reason
The abomination of life
The heinous discrepancy of being alive
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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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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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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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