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.
...
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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1
Lord of new arrivals
lovers and rivals:
arrive
at once with cockfight and banner—
dance till on this and the next three
hills
women's hands and the garlands
on the chests of men will turn like
chariotwheels
O where are the cockscombs and where
the beaks glinting with new knives
at crossroads
when will orange banners burn
among blue trumpet flowers and the shade
of trees
waiting for lightnings?
2
Twelve etched arrowheads
for eyes and six unforeseen
faces, and you were not
embarrassed.
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I came to you one rainless August night.
You taught me how to live without the rain.
You are thirst and thirst is all I know.
You are sand, wind, sun, and burning sky,
The hottest blue. You blow a breeze and brand
Your breath into my mouth. You reach—then bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
You wrap your name tight around my ribs
And keep me warm. I was born for you.
Above, below, by you, by you surrounded.
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Half-shaded in the afternoon
The marbled floor smudged
By the acacia shadow
Awaits the summer breeze
Slowly winding through the twigs
Swishing the dead yellow leaves
Prostrate on the floor
Silence sweeps the yard
With force of a hurricane
Trees answer in monosyllables
...
The screeching and splashing on this delicate night
Makes me shiver in the crisp fall wind
I stand tall with saddened eyes
A weary smile on my face
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Dreams may be shattered, and hearts are broken,
Because sometimes you won't have a choice.
Your thoughts and words should never go unspoken,
As long as you're willing to raise your voice.
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Even if there are dreams you may chase,
Try to understand that it is not a race.
Pursue your goals at your own set pace,
So that you'll always be in the perfect place.
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'What relationship do you have with that actress'?
'I am writing'.
'What do you speak about with her for an hour'?
'I am writing'.
...
Our perfect Will and Love can lead us...
...on our Lord's way!
But wherever we end up...
...in our travel on this way...
...
I walk around this tree lined place
And look at autumn's falling colours
On mild weathered tree lined paths
In a warm spring like November
...
Call it Sasongko, he is a person with a much understated appearance, anyone who sees him will feel comfortable and protected.
It is true that he has Javanese aristocratic descent, but that doesn't make a difference for residents who live in urban areas such as in Jakarta
With the ring stone that he uses, people often call him a silk net with his ring
Even though what he used was just an ordinary stone that had fiber in it
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The bird of longing
fly into my heart
To the stars and planets…
My soul goes…
...
The Loveless cry
Behind the scenes,
In empty theaters
Of forgotten dreams,
...
Gaze,
With the wings of your brows,
To the moonlight,
And the stars,
...
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....
...
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.
...
He was before his beloved,
Kneeling on his thighs……..
His shoulders were down,
With his soulful cries…….
...
As most Nigerians remain ruefully lukewarm
about President Buhari's second term bid;
An ever-increasing multitude of potential
voters across ethnic divides, seem to be
...
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.
...
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
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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:
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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.
...
Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
...
185
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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