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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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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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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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I ask not that my bed of death
From bands of greedy heirs be free;
For these besiege the latest breath
Of fortune's favoured sons, not me.
I ask not each kind soul to keep
Tearless, when of my death he hears;
Let those who will, if any, weep!
There are worse plagues on earth than tears.
I ask but that my death may find
The freedom to my life denied;
Ask but the folly of mankind,
Then, at last, to quit my side.
Spare me the whispering, crowded room,
The friends who come, and gape, and go;
The ceremonious air of gloom -
All which makes death a hideous show!
Nor bring, to see me cease to live,
Some doctor full of phrase and fame,
To shake his sapient head and give
The ill he cannot cure a name.
Nor fetch, to take the accustomed toll
Of the poor sinner bound for death,
His brother doctor of the soul,
To canvass with official breath
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She gives him a cloud of parrots
He expects her to peel the carrots
She gives him a safari cruise
He expects her to hide the bruise
She gives him a blue magic rabbit
He expects her to feed his habit.
He gives her a kicking horse
She expects his true remorse
He gives her a rotting plum
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I don't know what I feel like
Couldn't tell you if I tried
I wish I could feel more
My empathy has run dry
I want to be sad
I wish I could cry
But it seems impossible
When you're up in the sky
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I'll never be the greatest
Even if there was no one else alive
I still don't think I'd have the drive
To push through and commit
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One spider graves its master's heart,
paralyzing every layer of one's body parts.
Could I liaise, mysteries find their path,
where some other depths lie in the dark?
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Has time always passed by so quick?
Was these rooms always so narrow here?
Did the moon always shined so bright?
Was your own voice always so quiet?
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Listen,
The world has enough people clawing at each other for scraps, enough desks filled with rubber-stampers.
But forcing anything—especially something as primal as breeding—turns men into animals and animals into something worse,
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The full moon rises, a silver thread,
Binding the sea to the sky overhead.
Velvet night hums with a tender refrain,
Stars spill their secrets like shimmering rain.
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A town like Alice
Domestic Violence rates that mean
Children roam in gangs becoming mean
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It doesn't matter the occasion,
A deep depression has fallen across the country like a falling snow,
People like to stay in their homes away from the outside world,
A person can get depressed seeing the fog in the window,
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جان و دل ، روح و بدن تیری عبادت کرتے
ہم فقیروں پہ اگر تم بھی عنایت کرتے
جس میں دستار نہيں عشق فضیلت پائے
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کسی کی یاد میں ٹھنڈی ہوا سے کیا مطلب
خدا کو سوچ رہا ہوں خدا سے کیا مطلب
ہمارے جیسے فقط غم سے حض اٹھاتے ہیں
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Солнце светит для тебя!
Небо голубое!
Птицы рвутся в облака!
Травы зеленеют!
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Prickly heat on shoulder;
Exposing to drizzling rain
To have collisions!
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I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
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If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
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The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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The Peace Warrior Of Mzansi, among heroes - a colossus!
Sun Of The Nation; a rare gift of Providence.
Once, entangled in the web of racist succubus;
Unruffled he declares before High Justice:
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(This is a composition in Pilipino Language the first one I did, the only one, and hope some of the Filipinos will get this funny poem in this site. The poem is updated with English translation)
Noong taong otsenta dekada
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Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
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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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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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"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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