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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 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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I walk, I trust, with open eyes;
I've travelled half my worldly course;
And in the way behind me lies
Much vanity and some remorse;
I've lived to feel how pride may part
Spirits, tho' matched like hand and glove;
I've blushed for love's abode, the heart;
But have not disbelieved in love;
Nor unto love, sole mortal thing
Or worth immortal, done the wrong
To count it, with the rest that sing,
Unworthy of a serious song;
And love is my reward: for now,
When most of dead'ning time complain,
The myrtle blooms upon my brow,
Its odour quickens all my brain.
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As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music - hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
Too dark in the woods for a bird
By sleight of wing
To better its perch for the night,
Though it still could sing.
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Let's run my dear friend, don't stop!
Turning the soil into mud
We are the two fools with no home
Selling our youth, we are the young
It's now the season of sickness
These people here don't want us
Why is this hate, what is this?
Killing our youth, we are the young
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Good will is kindness,
But shared understanding
light
divine communion
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Plucking flowers , as soon as
the day starts, is a very common
scene in our vicinity.
People engage in this activity
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Trees are what
we need to worship
as beings, holy and divine
as pure as a cup of wine
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The morning knows
how difficult it is-
to wander alone in a feverish light
when the rays, like hostages in heaven, live their plight
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You pitter-patter outside as drops you sow
just down my door
like some spirit you sway the trees as you pour
although, I listen but can't get up and go
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Mind's motor running smooth, drifting down the highway of thought, watching the passing scenery of days tasks. Just completing lunch steering it to the plate, when came that sudden bang. Shock, disbelief, reaction. Perforated my tire on which I stood, bare and bald the culprit still clinging to it was soon pulled. A nail of an ant extracted.
They came, at first the one, then ten, a thousand, millions everywhere in traffic jams forming a black asphalt tarmac. A solemn procession of carrion cargo. In off road driving they filled the grass. Each step more punctures on treadless tires. Hitchhikers uninvited intruders of the back seat. Shaken off at each stop only to catch a ride on the next one passing.
They came
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What you have been, is what you are,
A journey written near and far.
Each step you took, each tear and smile,
Has shaped your soul through every mile.
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Everything happens for a reason,
In the quiet turns of fate and season.
For love may bloom without a sound,
And hate may rise from wounds unfound.
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Letting go carves deep into the heart,
A silent cry where love once lived,
A bridge burned not out of anger,
But to save a soul that once only gave,
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Yes, I have pain,
Yet my soul will not bow, nor my praise refrain.
For even when the nights are long
And tears whisper at the edge of dawn,
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The breath of fresh air at morning's first light,
Whispers of hope through the fading night.
The gentle touch of the newborn sun,
Stirs weary souls, a new day begun.
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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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