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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;
There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame;
But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart
The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart.
Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace,
Were those hours - can their joy or their bitterness cease?
We repent, we abjure, we will break from our chain, -
We will part, we will fly to - unite it again!
Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt!
Forgive me, adored one! - forsake if thou wilt;
But the heart which is thine shall expire undebased,
And man shall not break it - whatever thou may'st.
And stern to the haughty, but humble to thee,
This soul in its bitterest blackness shall be;
And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet,
With thee at my side, than with worlds at our feet.
One sigh of thy sorrow, one look of thy love,
Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove.
And the heartless may wonder at all I resign -
Thy lips shall reply, not to them, but to mine.
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I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
narrowing,
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
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I came without anything,
I will leave with nothing.
Whatever we see is generally an illusion,
Life is a dream, nothing is proven.
The bird you just saw, the materialistic things you posses, the achievements you are proud of,
But living your best in this illusion is also important all of the above.
Everything may be an illusion, this world, cosmos and heaven.
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Whispers of sound
in the dark of night
that I can almost hear
calling from far away
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orange rains
in silent dreams
orange raindrops are writing poetry of mindfulness on aspirant acts of understanding forms and abstract stream of nothingness in no-ego
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Organic Truth Tournament
Legend
life is in the blank of meditative awareness on changes on body-mind stadium.
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Where do I go
to ask for death. It is very cheap.
Honey, honey - do not go to bees.
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Wrong Spelling
Myth
performance of wrong spelling myth
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the door-myth
kakafraque doors opening
the chaotic-pragmatic-possible irrythmic-real dimension in ideas and concepts of mask-poetics-poetry truth condition into humanity-posthumanity radio antenna.
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Would for a peculiar single lone day
As if by chance all time confused,
You looked at me in a Loving way
Now such laws of fate removed.
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WHO ARE WAR MONGERS
By: Chan Mongol
Who are those war mongers?
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''organic wisdom''
a process of chaos and of order in nature of the deepest vibration-zone is wisely known.ml
mind, not meme.
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O lazy time, what are you waiting for?
Why do your minutes creep like snails all day?
Why do your weeks weakly tread on the floor?
While I long for my love to come my way
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It was January 4th 1778, and once again the General had not slept well. He rose before dawn and as was his practice, he wandered down to the southern banks of the Schuylkill River. Valley Forge had been particularly cold since New Year's Day, and he was awaiting any word about new supplies being smuggled out from the friends his Army still had in Philadelphia.
The Congress had recently been moved and sheltered in York which was about seventy miles due West of his current position in Valley Forge. The British had taken Philadelphia and were rumored to be encamped in the heart of the city. Many residents had fled the Capitol just before the British arrived. Fresh off their success at the Battle of Brandywine, they did not receive the warm welcome that they were expecting when they entered the city. According to European standards, when you capture the capitol city of your enemy, the war is then over. The problem with Philadelphia however was that this was not Europe — and Washington was no ordinary General.
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Tonight.......
You should weep,
I plead you to weep
To the fullest,
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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
...
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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