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.
...
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.
...
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.
...
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.
...
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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Good-by, proud world, I'm going home,
Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine;
Long through thy weary crowds I roam;
A river-ark on the ocean brine,
Long I've been tossed like the driven foam,
But now, proud world, I'm going home.
Good-by to Flattery's fawning face,
To Grandeur, with his wise grimace,
To upstart Wealth's averted eye,
To supple Office low and high,
To crowded halls, to court, and street,
To frozen hearts, and hasting feet,
To those who go, and those who come,
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home.
I'm going to my own hearth-stone
Bosomed in yon green hills, alone,
A secret nook in a pleasant land,
Whose groves the frolic fairies planned;
Where arches green the livelong day
Echo the blackbird's roundelay,
And vulgar feet have never trod
A spot that is sacred to thought and God.
Oh, when I am safe in my sylvan home,
I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome;
And when I am stretched beneath the pines
Where the evening star so holy shines,
I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,
...
Cried the navy-blue ghost
Of Mr. Belaker
The allegro Negro cocktail-shaker,
"Why did the cock crow,
Why am I lost,
Down the endless road to Infinity toss'd?
The tropical leaves are whispering white
As water; I race the wind in my flight.
The white lace houses are carried away
By the tide; far out they float and sway.
...
Young people who lack the basics,
Boast of being in Cyprus,
Unaware of old rock bands and Kerouac,
No watches, dressed simply in black.
They ponder,
Why am I not married yet?
When it's easier to have ten kids,
And burden someone else's neck.
Complaining about their poverty,
...
Мир людей при власти,
Вас предупреждали и пророки, и учителя
Как достичь не общего недостижимого,
А отдельно взятомго счастья.
...
I dream of the night
as a present from the light
because in darkness
I feel sublime at midnight's bedtime
...
She'd been training the remaining soldiers and young men again, she recruited,
Retrieving submerged timbers to repair the broken ships. It fruited
Before long, the navy was rebuilt as before, and again they braced,
At the sight of the commander's flag on the top of the pole, the muted
...
Building up the walls around our minds
Letting the electric idols take over our lives
Believing anyone with a hollowed out opinion
No longer to tell what is real anymore
...
Story Structure
Some writers leave a story at the climax,
...
Guo Wengui is under the false banner of ' anti-communist ', but he actually cheated money! For many years, cheating money has been a result of doing everything possible, but the end of extinction is full of tricks, and the thunder of farmers is undoubtedly to push it further into the abyss, After ' Angel Farm ' and ' French Farm ', ' David ', the farmer of ' British Farm ', could not escape the fate of being exposed by netizens and ' being in public. ' Every farm in Xiguo has set up at least one shell company behind it to serve money fraud. Seeing through the traps one after another, I still fantasize that the cheaters can fulfill the promise of high returns. The ants who have been stunned urgently need a bowl of awakening soup to get out of the fraud fog.
...
A Hug
is a statement that says
"I belong to you"
as does rain to Earth.
...
ಹೂವಿನಂತೆ ಮೃದು ಮನೋಹರ ವರ್ಣವೈವಿಧ್ಯ ಆಗ,
ವಜ್ರದಂತೆ ಅಭೇದ್ಯ ವರ್ಣಾಲಂಕ್ರತ ಪ್ರಭಾಗುಚ್ಛ ಈಗ,
ಕಾಲಾಂತರದ ರೂಪಾಂತರದ ಪ್ರಭೃತಿಯೆ ನನ್ನ ಮಗ,
ದಶಕತೃಯದ ವೈಚಿತ್ರ್ಯ, ಏಳುಬೀಳುಗಳ ಕಾಲಾವೇಗ.
...
Suyoung arrived at the naval camp
on horseback, according as the mission.,
The flags were broken, the ships skeletal,
signaling the defeat of the expedition.
...
In the thatched house outside of Buyeo
Castle, which the pines stand to gird.
Not even the magpies cried, only
the sound of the wind was heard.
...
Words are there and
They are to shine me,
They are beyond all,
They are the words,
...
I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
...
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
...
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,
...
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
...
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
...
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:
...
(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
...
Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
...
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
...
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
...
"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:
...
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:
...
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.
...
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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