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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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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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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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Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably
A trick that everyone abhors
In little girls is slamming doors.
A wealthy banker's little daughter
Who lived in Palace Green, Bayswater
(By name Rebecca Offendort),
Was given to this furious sport.
She would deliberately go
And slam the door like billy-o!
To make her uncle Jacob start.
She was not really bad at heart,
But only rather rude and wild;
She was an aggravating child...
It happened that a marble bust
Of Abraham was standing just
Above the door this little lamb
Had carefully prepared to slam,
And down it came! It knocked her flat!
It laid her out! She looked like that.
Her funeral sermon (which was long
And followed by a sacred song)
Mentioned her virtues, it is true,
But dwelt upon her vices too,
And showed the deadful end of one
Who goes and slams the door for fun.
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Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen
Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I hunt
Where can I go
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Your smile, a treasure I behold,
A radiance that never grows old.
In your eyes, my heart finds rest,
A haven where love is forever best.
Your laughter echoes through my mind,
A melody that's forever aligned.
With every breath, I'll cherish you,
Through moments old and moments new.
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Again another cyclone and rain with floods seem to visit towns;
Destruction like man's wars will have an end unlike men ever;
That is the vast difference between man and Nature in the world;
To make all know this Nature is performing acts as a teacher!
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காதல் போரில், சேனைகளே இல்லாமல் வெறும் இரு கண்களினால் என் இதய சாம்ராஜியத்தை சிறை பிடித்தவள்.
In the war of love, she captured the empire of my heart with just two eyes without armies.
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Are you a follower of trying to be Sagacious?
(A lone voice whispers)
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Those first of year ice pellets rained down this morning,
a warning given on the radio much earlier in the day.
It happened as predicted though often could be wrong
and soon the ground was looking like a skating rink
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I think
About
The coming of the Parsees
In India
...
I never liked the idea of the division of Bengal,
The separation of East Bengal on the line of religion
And was dissatisfied since it was carved out,
Mahatma Gandhi visited Noakhali,
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Partition people,
How were they driven out
Of their home,
Pushed and flung out,
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Trauma of what?
Partition studies,
Partition trauma,
East Bengal people driving out,
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Media and memory, and vice versa,
Going down the memory lanes,
The corridors of thought and idea
To reflect upon memory laced with media,
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Are we born criminals or not,
Are prisoners men,
How are they treated,
Can judges be holy men healing
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Life is a poem,
Write you
The crossword puzzle,
Muster your guts to present
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Voice,
The voice of man,
The voice of a poet
Speaking as a man,
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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.
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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
...
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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