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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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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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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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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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A moment the wild swallows like a flight
Of withered gust-caught leaves, serenely high,
Toss in the windrack up the muttering sky.
The leaves hang still. Above the weird twilight,
The hurrying centres of the storm unite
And spreading with huge trunk and rolling fringe,
Each wheeled upon its own tremendous hinge,
Tower darkening on. And now from heaven's height,
With the long roar of elm-trees swept and swayed,
And pelted waters, on the vanished plain
Plunges the blast. Behind the wild white flash
That splits abroad the pealing thunder-crash,
Over bleared fields and gardens disarrayed,
Column on column comes the drenching rain.
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Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
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Always wanted someone
To share, care, grace.
To look up and face.
Who held me in the worst,
Who lifted me in the best.
Someone hearing every outburst,
Someone finer than the rest.
I found you, you found me.
Maybe we could be —
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Even though we are getting older,
When we still feel forever young,
Our soul will remember everything,
In our lives which we have done.
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Remember me for who I was,
Not who I had become,
Living with an illness like dementia,
Made my mind go numb.
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I feel pain
because i got fat.
i feel pain because
you love a coward.
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His frame, once tall,
now folded at the hip—
illness after illness had thinned him.
I urged him to come along
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To Raheema, my Beloved Wife,
when death shall come, be near me, dear.
Let your silence be my peace, your presence my last light...
For though our little dreams remain unfinished,
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You'll be unlikely to hear any words from them; no spoken words, nor any attempts to communicate: seeing merely their visuals as they roam your house.
They move swiftly through your quarters, barely by you or others to be seen: glancing solely at a blurred dark shadow, questioning whether you if it was really there.
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Time like a bullet train so swiftly left
dropping us behind
on two different paths that hardly intersect
now, I am present, and you're my past
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Love is a Rose
that smells sweet
and drags near
all living beings
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It's a shame when your best friend is someone that hates you; acknowledging the deceit of others; assured of your foe, at least of their intents.
It's totally wrong to pick your worst enemy; selecting them over those you were intended to love, but you have no regrets.
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With your entry into the walls of my heart,
the house has turned a home all instant
with your every care and affection,
life's turned suave with all its perfection
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Treading, wandering and questing
Seeker remains seeker
Cherishing dullness
Smilingly sees Maker;
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Who works with evil?
Congress, Parliament grifters
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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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