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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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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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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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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 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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Calico Pie,
The little Birds fly
Down to the calico tree,
Their wings were blue,
And they sang 'Tilly-loo!'
Till away they flew,
And they never came back to me!
They never came back!
They never came back!
They never came back to me!
Calico Jam,
The little Fish swam
Over the syllabub sea,
He took off his hat
To the Sole and the Sprat,
And the Willeby-wat,
But he never came back to me!
He never came back!
He never came back!
He never came back to me!
Calico Ban,
The little Mice ran,
To be ready in time for tea,
Flippity-flup,
They drank it all up,
And danced in the cup,
But they never came back to me!
They never came back!
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Sugar Lee you are the sun today,
Pervasive light and heat, and I
The valley floor, the birch pine slopes,
The snow-capped peaks, transparent sky
Through which you spread, and oh how
My toes are tingling miles away.
Then let us spread this picnic rug;
Come let's play mortals Sugar Lee.
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Indeed the essence of the world is unpredictable
I ran from serfdom to discover the path of manumission
But this path is more of a real servitude
I'm like a caged bird whose heart has been eaten out
Life, I'm waiting for my demise
But it seems life is not done operating on me
Should I annihilate myself so it will be suicide and I'll be free?
Thinking is already like a knife piercing my chest
Penetrating into my heart
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To be a woman
What is it to be a woman
Flashy light is to be a woman
Dandy gloss is to be a woman
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Serenade of the Fading Light
By William He
Twilight slips through cracks so fine,
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Who has uttered a truth
more luminous than this?
Whose speech descends
as light upon the hearts —
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Before sound was born, there was breath—
and in that breath, the whisper of your being.
You dwell beyond the reach
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She awakens where midnight breathes on dew,
soft radiance swirling through dusk's purple hue.
To some, a peril—her fragrant art,
yet she glimmers, unbowed, at sorrow's start.
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The ancient decree dissolves—
not in chains,
but in sacred surrender.
I am no longer wild,
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You are not the seen,
nor the hidden.
You are the breath beneath all veils,
the light within shadowed hearts.
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Leave the narrowing corridors of scent and hue.
I am the breath that precedes all horizons—
the exhale from which stars awaken.
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The birds spoke among themselves:
"Come, let us flee these narrow courts of color and scent.
Here, sound dissolves into dream-laden air;
Here, light drinks from its own reflection.
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I sit in a room with no doors,
Doing nothing, just still on the floor.
Above me, the clouds just pour,
Still searching for this door.
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The Cave of the Silent Witness
Prabir Kumar Gayen
Life has unlearned the art of flowing grace,
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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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