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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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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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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
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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 most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set -
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There is no magic any more,
We meet as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.
You were the wind and I the sea -
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.
But though the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace.
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Detested by both men and gods,
like nobles who have bitterly decayed,
the Verlaines wither; wealth remains
to them, of rich and silvery rhyme.
With 'Les Chatiments' the Hugos are intoxicated
by their terrible Olympian revenge.
But I shall write a sorrowful
ballade to the forgotten poets.
Though the Poes have lived in misery,
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What happened to us?
How did we fall apart?
I gave you my soul,
You ran off with my heart.
I was so crazy, so deeply in love,
Then you vanished like stars from the sky above.
You left for a land, far out of view,
To wander, to search, to find a new you.
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I see those greens i see those barks
All those trees all those leaves
Sitting on a bench i say
Its a heaven i wish to stay
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When the sun sets at night
losing its colors in the sky
All those colors wont be bright
Now a cloak of darkness has set to fold
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Once upon a little girl
Opened her eyes to see the world
Eyes so bright a cry too sweet
With hands so little she would meet
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Live truly before your final breath,
That you may live beyond in death.
Go on, past death's soft-whispered veil—
You are more than flesh and bone:
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Like a breeze
slipping through an open window,
this moment too shall pass—
O restless heart,
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An open window—
breathing into the night's dark throat,
I listen, intent,
for truth's hidden whisper,
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He ascended the Cave of Hira,
Which then gained a new name—
Jabal al-Noor (Mountain of Light) ,
Where Gabriel brought the message of the Lord
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The hidden call of the dawn breeze,
touches the soul, awakening dreams,
dancing upon flowers in an unseen song.
Bees, drunk on the sweet scent of solitude,
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I don't need an angel to help me.
Heaven is too far away.
There's no fall from the heavens,
so why crave to rise again?
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I will hold my soul—
like a trembling spark in night's palm—
until my heart becomes its furnace,
until the flame and the burning merge into one.
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Time is a silent keeper of trust.
It cradles our memories—
successes and failures,
hopes and frustrations,
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Upon the thorn's sharp crown it gleamed —
Was it life's elixir, or a divine dream?
The thorn exhaled a gentle sigh, and asked:
'Who are you, O light-born guest? '
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I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
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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
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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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