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.
...
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.
...
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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
...
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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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;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
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Our conquering swords shall marshall us the way
We use to march upon the slaughter'd foe,
Trampling their bowels with our horses' hoofs,
Brave horses bred on the white Tartarian hills.
My camp is like to Julius Caesar's host,
That never fought but had the victory;
Nor in Pharsalia was there such hot war
As these, my followers, willingly would have.
Legions of spirits, fleeting in the air,
Direct our bullets and our weapons' points,
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As you come around again
I feel no anger or pain,
Love is the only strain
That we both took in vain
My heart is pure when I say I love you
Something i hate admitting to
Why do we waste time like we're waiting in queue
Please stop playing these games there's much to do
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You can run like a bear.
Roaring everywhere
But honey, I don't care.
I don't even care.
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The blood of the innocent,
the cries of the victims,
the pain of the fallen,
the sorrow of the heart,
...
Soldiers trained in the army ready for the battlefield to fight
dress in their seamless uniform to leave on a long flight
without any teardrops should they have to embrace death
to die as a patriotic soldier they must have no regret
...
Thoughts scream inside of my head,
I can't give anybody my head to see what's inside,
That's kind of gross to see guts on the sidewalk,
Students have to take notes on all sorts of subjects for school,
...
When she wore the hat
She became transformed
A woman to be reckoned with
No flighty, peroxide dish-head
...
Absent
A classroom is not alive with chatter,
Is that a good thing or not,
If you are talking about educational topics,
...
If you could fire an arrow aerial
From a golden bow of magical dreams
Where would you turn to aim?
Life is such a difficult journey.
...
Tuesday morning, September 10, 2024, begun at 10 a.m. and continued at 10: 10 a.m. and finished and published at 10: 18 a.m.; Poem Hunter delayed publishing this poem in its "New Poems" listing for approximately thirty (30) minutes, more, to limit viewer readership …
As I mentioned in the last poem—you disappeared
from Lowe's Supermarket without a trace that Saturday,
...
Orchids are indeed highly promiscuous.
And grow in many different arduous
places and habitats from swamps to mountaintops
some with faces like monkeys or sickly lollipops
...
The night's not dark
Until it's lost
In the damness
Of my soul-less
...
It was a Tuesday, just after nine,
The city's hum fell out of line.
No buzzing phones, no glowing screens,
Just silent streets and broken dreams.
...
I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
...
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
...
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,
...
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:
...
(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
...
Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
...
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
...
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.
...
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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