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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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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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All lovely things will have an ending,
All lovely things will fade and die,
And youth, that's now so bravely spending,
Will beg a penny by and by.
Fine ladies soon are all forgotten,
And goldenrod is dust when dead,
The sweetest flesh and flowers are rotten
And cobwebs tent the brightest head.
Come back, true love! Sweet youth, return!--
But time goes on, and will, unheeding,
Though hands will reach, and eyes will yearn,
And the wild days set true hearts bleeding.
Come back, true love! Sweet youth, remain!--
But goldenrod and daisies wither,
And over them blows autumn rain,
They pass, they pass, and know not whither.
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The dark lantern of world sadness has cast its shadow upon the land.
We stumble into our misery on leaden feet.
Our minds seek to comprehend the unknowable and our hearts seek to
Measure a tomorrow without the Sunshine Princess.
Her hands which had held bright tiaras and jewelled crowns,
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You have a razor-sharp mind
And a barb wit
You speak eloquently
It matches
Your long black damask robe.
In your court
You have a zest for verbal combat
And strongly worded views
On all issues.
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Mauve sun is rising
far across the frothy sea
From mists emerging
at the edge of the blue world
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The obituary of my heart.
Rest in pieces, my broken heart.
Burning hearts ignite with desire,
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Between these two points
The mind, for us
Shapes, bough-fixed, for bird
And one, in flight
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Though full of youthful caprice
Youthful vivacity
Winds, drag a billowy hem
Quaint clothed feel them to be.
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Пребывай во мне как вечный настрой а не как преходящие вещи
Преходящие вещи - веселость цветов.
Оставь меня в одиночестве гордом бескрайних скал и серых вод.
Пусть Боги нежно вспоминают нас в последующие дни.
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That fair, shore to shore, enshrines
Who's face, as outlines
No green blush, inoffensive
Untouched; untainted.
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Days, bright, but for no sunshine
Smoky luminous.
Lost days; for that trailed, unfound.
Leaf-layed; copious.
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Your hair was a scarlet bowl of living fire
A fruit bowl that ripened tomorrow's sun
It spun flames that ripped through a man's ribs
and nestled in coils of spent gold. It hissed of desire
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By what's bricked, lighter, yellower;
Lusher in front, hedged and treed;
Contrasted more, soothes warmer, deeper
A home-place. Ours indeed!
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Life, the lurid sensationalist.
One look, and from each timeless struck
In wonder moment on
In awe, moreo're. By its crafty
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Was it necessary to hold me back mid-dive?
Now that time has elapsed, all meaning has gone.
But I'm still beyond any point of clinging on
I'm freefalling like a rock thrown into a pond.
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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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Suicide, suicide
Your presence is near
Suicide, suicide
I wish you were here
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Let's go hand in hand to a strange spot
Secretly, stealthily, without paying heed
To what they perceive and say of us
We'll take a walk in hillsides in pair
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Poets Dance in the heart of rhythms
Discussion spoken in the pen
Energy being tampered with in the music
Limitations rarely occur in audio-silence
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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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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,
...
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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