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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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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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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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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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I dreamed that I ws dead and crossed the heavens,--
Heavens after heavens with burning feet and swift,--
And cried: "O God, where art Thou?" I left one
On earth, whose burden I would pray Thee lift."
I was so dead I wondered at no thing,--
Not even that the angels slowly turned
Their faces, speechless, as I hurried by
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned);
Nor, at the first, that I could not find God,
Because the heavens stretched endlessly like space.
At last a terror siezed my very soul;
I seemed alone in all the crowded place.
Then, sudden, one compassionate cried out,
Though like the rest his face from me he turned,
As I were one no angel might regard
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned):
"No moew in heaven than earth will he find God
Who does not know his loving mercy swift
But waits the moment consummate and ripe,
Each burden, from each human soul to lift."
Though I was dead, I died again for shame;
Lonely, to flee from heaven again I turned;
The ranks of angels looked away from me
(Beneath my feet the golden pavements burned).
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nothing will keep
us young you know
not young men or
women who spin
their youth on
cool playing sounds.
we are what we
are what we never
think we are.
no more wild geo
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Through the darkness I will go
high above and down below,
on hallowed ground I dare to tread
along your path I have been led.
I strengthen now as you grow old,
you're feeble now but much too bold
You sit upon a throne of lies,
I hunger now for your demise.
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Why do you mourn my undressing?
It is only I—
unmaking my own gold,
so a deeper radiance may rise.
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He is not the seen, nor the unseen—
for sight and veil are His design.
He is the dawn before all dawns,
the dusk where every ending dies.
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Those who fell into love's snare
and surrendered without fear
rose from the floor of selfhood
and drifted through the skies of nothingness.
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Ons rode klifmoment
Kiezen we voor slavernij of dood?
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An incomplete stranger—
poised upon the quiet blade of destiny.
How still, how wondrously bright I am.
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One essence—
without likeness, without form—
hidden in every shape:
the shimmer of water,
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It's time to write them off,
They belong to the different world.......
Unknown to the important sphere,
They exist in the mysterious atmosphere
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Be as water, its softness wears the rough rock smooth
With a drum beat, its falling drops the sleeping babe does soothe
Held by a sponge full of holes, yet the impenetrable it penetrates
Taking the form of all that it holds, when heated it evaporates
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You carried the bite—
a great strain in your stride.
She carried the echo,
a bruise blooming beneath her ribs.
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I got my sense and purpose
When you became my consciousness.
I was overpowered-
By the kind streams of energy
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আমি বলছি না আমাকে ভালোবাসতে
আমি বলছি একবার আমার কাছে আসো
তোমাকে দেখি
দেখে চোখ সার্থক করি।
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দয়া করে আমাকে ভালোবাসো
আমি বড়ো দুঃখে আছি গো
আমি সুখে থাকতে চাই
আমি ভালোবাসা চাই
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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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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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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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