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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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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned,
and the sheds were all cut out;
The publican's words were short and few,
and the publican's looks were black --
And the time had come, as the shearer knew, to carry his swag Out Back.
For time means tucker, and tramp you must,
where the scrubs and plains are wide,
With seldom a track that a man can trust, or a mountain peak to guide;
All day long in the dust and heat -- when summer is on the track --
With stinted stomachs and blistered feet,
they carry their swags Out Back.
He tramped away from the shanty there, when the days were long and hot,
With never a soul to know or care if he died on the track or not.
The poor of the city have friends in woe, no matter how much they lack,
But only God and the swagmen know how a poor man fares Out Back.
He begged his way on the parched Paroo and the Warrego tracks once more,
And lived like a dog, as the swagmen do, till the Western stations shore;
But men were many, and sheds were full, for work in the town was slack --
The traveller never got hands in wool,
though he tramped for a year Out Back.
In stifling noons when his back was wrung
by its load, and the air seemed dead,
And the water warmed in the bag that hung to his aching arm like lead,
Or in times of flood, when plains were seas,
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Our Father thou art in Heaven,
in water, in air
in all our silent and broad latitude
everything bears your name, Father in our dwelling:
your name raises sweetness in sugar cane
Bolivar tin has a Bolivar gleam
the Bolívar bird flies over the Bolivar volcano
the potato, the saltpeter, the special shadows,
the brooks, the phosphorous stone veins
everything comes from your extinguished life
...
the sky is on fire
children see the sun
a steady warmth supplier
though always on the go and on the run
the sky is on fire
adults don't notice all this destruction
but they become less, nevermore than a buyer
not paying attention to oxygen reduction, overproduction, the subtle introduction of self induction and constant deduction
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Ahmad Mahmood Imperator - Manifestación de Amor, Arte y Sabiduría
Ahmad Mahmood Imperator, poeta, escritor y artista de Badakhshan, Afganistán, con raíces ancestrales en Badakhshan y nacido en Karte 3, Kabul, nació en 1363 del calendario solar (3 de marzo de 1985) . Representa belleza, sabiduría y pureza de espíritu. Su porte elegante, rostro cautivador y mirada penetrante, como un espejo cristalino, tocan el alma de quienes lo contemplan, irradiando luz de esperanza y tranquilidad. Conocido como "Yusuf Thani", encarna la belleza y sabiduría humanas, y cada palabra que pronuncia brilla con amor y comprensión hacia la humanidad.
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Oh, my lord, I thank You.
You gave me a true faith
which have got only few
the price for it You paid.
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A soft murmur—
the Song of Kun,
dancing upon silence's veil,
whispering through the wind,
...
Again and again, the wheel turns,
unceasing circles in their dance.
Each orbit dissolves a Name,
yet the soul still hungers
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A radiant flame of divine yearning,
an ocean of wisdom without shore,
a star whose light continues to travel
through the unseen corridors of eternity.
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মরুভূমির বুকে যদি তুমি
দেখো একটা মরীচিকা,
নিশ্চিত যেন হয়েছ তুমি
বন্দি সভ্যতার বিভীষিকা।
...
I speak not by compulsion,
Nor by ink's hunger,
Nor by restless questioning—
One breath alone unfolds:
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almost two years of us
and it wasn't some straight road
it was twists, pauses,
days where silence felt heavier than words.
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There is no fall, there is no rise—
Only the flame within the eyes:
A fire enthroned, eternal, bright,
Kindled with the first breath of life,
...
Waves of gold hum
through the secret sanctuaries of my heart.
Your voice—an echo from before memory—
borne upon the hush of unseen stars.
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Brutality barbaric the highest doctrine
Recommended by 1st world
Even in such 21st century also
No other wise ways are left
...
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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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
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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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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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