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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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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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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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A bunch of old snakeheads down by the pond
carrying on the swan tradition -- hissing
inside their white bodies, raising and lowering their heads
like ostriches, regretting only the sad ritual
that forced them to waddle back into the water
after their life under the rocks, wishing they could lie again
in the sun
and dream of spreading their terrifying wings;
wishing, this time, they could sail through the sky like
horses,
their tails rigid, their white manes fluttering,
their mouths open, their sharp teeth flashing,
drops of mercy pouring from their eyes,
bolts of wisdom from their foreheads.
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Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
Every moment of the night-
Forever changing places-
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces.
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Life
Im starting to get old
Yet, I'm still young
I lived life with fear
Yet im alone
I met some incredible people
Who eventually will forget
What's my favourite color
They won't answer that
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Blessed are those with hungry souls
Fed by the Friend from Heaven
Whose appetite is fed at night
Still fast asleep at eleven
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I prompted, I posted, I filtered with care,
But truth disappeared in an AI nightmare.
I crafted a chatbot to echo my voice,
And wondered if any of it came from my choice.
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What brings bliss compels salutations
Radiant beauty dazzles us lifting us to the skies
If rainbows and fluttering swans stir us
And keep us wondering majestic, real awesome
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Nourished by sun and rain in a wild domain
Living off stones and sand, fed by nature's rocky hand
no ears this terrain has to hear you complain
survival's demand, a life living off the land
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Nuestras pruebas, nuestras alegrias
Guíanos a traves de la eternidad
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What does it take to be ambitious?
To carry a fire you did not ask for,
a man-made desire that will not die—
the whisper that says,
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There bloomed a flower near my heart; bees danced in wild delight.
I sat away and watched; let's see how long they bite.
They swarmed and buzzed in madness, sipping nectar every while;
I stayed alone in silence, stockpiling nectar with a smile.
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I understood the longing of the electron to return,
And that longing is light.
I feel my longing for you.
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My mistake is that I understand,
And my failure was thinking it would help.
I see through it all, but I cannot move.
Knowing enough to doubt, but not enough to prove.
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The anomalies shine harder than the laws you can derive.
The glimpse I should not have had is carved harder than the hands held daily.
The audacity of being both fleeting and unreachable, the brand of absence.
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When I entered this pub,
Everything was messy,
Ladies here appeared ill mannered
And their faces old for the job.
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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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