We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,--
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
To overcome lies in the heart, in the streets, in the books
from the lullabies of the mothers
to the news report that the speaker reads,
understanding, my love, what a great joy it is,
to understand what is gone and what is on the way.
Brooke the gentle water ways
cheered by sudden smart showers
thanked the grey beauty of the blue sky
and flowed happily Tennyson's Brooke ways!
Note: The Brooke --TENNYSON'S beautiful poem
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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.
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
I want you to know
You know how this is:
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;
The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set --
Heat energy reflects the existence of consciousness of one in the life of the world;
Reincarnation takes place for the completion and fulfilment of one's karma in the world;
Incarnation of divine personality takes place to bring justice govern human life ever;
Transmigration of such beings take place to tell all permanence of spiritual bliss!
बिनि आखायाव दंमोन लहानि दिरुं
बेयो दिनै थबस्र जलांबाय
आरो बिनि आथिंआव मस्रायनानै थानाय जिनज्रि
Oh my darling,
Why are you angry.
Why are you silent In the middle of a lonely room.
It feels good to be angry with you,
For a time
For a time, let me write
Nothing but joy and fun!
and being when you are honest
about the hot the sun, then when it is and I can help.
i can see some yellow on your, cotton bottoms.
I crowned the impossible
The weight finally lifted
The tea party guests were warmly welcomed,
By Frankenstein and his just-married bride.
All their nearest new neighbors had come,
To their quaint estate in the countryside.
Some tears sit awkwardly
on your upper lip, telling a story. Can you
divide the space by a sword?
Your smiling eyes always brought
such light to the dark, and joy to our
hearts. In all you've done through out
life, you've shown Gods a deep part,
You made the stars in the skies,
bringing wonder to our lives. You
created the morning sunbeams,
painting the most beautiful scenes.
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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:
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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,
Sweet moment, stay with me,
and pray do not flee so soon,
Let me enjoy the bliss of that
first kiss beneath the moon.
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
No earthquake, no thunder, no volcanic eruption
Or even there was not any of other natural calamities,
A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush
With whizzing, shuddering, cracking, tearing, echoing,
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.