Best Prefered Poems

Her hands were sore from carrying weights
That were heavier than her soul
She was worried about being late
To her own funeral
She prefered pretty lies 
Over what was real
When she opened her eyes
She was able to heal
But she stayed asleep
And never wandered far
She was counting sheep
While you...

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Born wearing ballet shoes
without knowing,
far in the deep nature, 
in the Sakhalin Islands,
a ballet star opened his eyes
for the first time.

Warmed by the love of his
family, he grew up happy
until his life changed.
He travelled without ballet shoes to Riga, 
where he saw a new beginning,...

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PREFERED THE SKIN COLOURS
ACCEPT THE STRANGE HEARD NAMES
RESPECT EACH RACES DIGNITY
SWIFT HALT EXISTED DISPUTE

ACCEPT ANY MOTION BROUGHT
THIS COULD SUM UP
MODUS OPERANDI TO VIVENDI AMONGST

HE DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE
UNIVERSE IS AN EXISTENCE OF COLOUR
THERE PRESENT WHITE, BLACK; STONES, ROCK
BOTH OF SIMILAR NATURE AND STRUCTURE
FROM THE CREATOR 
THIS...

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K373 and K374 of the THIRUKKURAL: Translated with Commentary

The poet's name, THIRUVALLUVAR [Thiru = Sacred and Valluvar = the name of the priesthood caste of the « Pariah » (whom Mahatma Gandhi prefered to call "Harijans", "the children of God"), is very probably a misnomer....

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There was once a widow who had nothing but her beloved twin babies, Rosemary, and Ethan. The Widow loved her twins more than the Earth loved the Sun, and vowed to give them anything they desired, so as to make up for them growing up...

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I'd heard of this woman called Esther,
Who much prefered London to Leiceter,
Coz you could stay up all night
And still have the right
To behave the next day like a jester

So I met that woman called Esther,
That the world and his missus did pester,
"I do what I...

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Ambiguity and Ambivalence in the THIRUKKURAL: Canto 4, K35, a random example

alukkaa ravaavekuli yinnaacchon naangku
milukkaa viyanra tharam (unrefined, given in the original state of  
                 the connective/combination particles...

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IT WAS LONG TO STRONG
AN IMAGE IS CAGE
VERY RARE TO HEAR
A CAMEL IN THE ILLUSION
OPAQUE BY A THING OBJECT
DECLARING A TINY IMAGE
ILLUSION, VERY HEAVY
OBSERVING THE THIN OBJECT ALONE
WHAT A BIG ILLUSION!
VIEWING HUNDRED KILOMETERS
FOCAL LENGTHS OF MEASURE
LEST THE IMAGE; THE CAMEL
ERECT IN THE ILLUSION
OBSERVE THE PIN...

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Political Propaganda the scycle isn't stronger than the hammer 
Putin I can't stand you Obama is just a robot
Abbott not only is he happy he stands out a political flu
An epidemic I hitting u with the finest military intelligence
Pre final analysis baby I bleed blue...

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She screamed and shouted 
But i did not nudge.
She hollered and moaned
But again, my door, i did not touch.

I sat comfortable and played inside
For it was warm and homely
But of the other side, 
I knew nothing about life there.

But when I heard her being slapped...

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I loved you like life itself,
You loved having me on shelf.
I adored how you Tortured,
You prefered when I endured. 
I loved you like breath-filled lungs,
You inspired what i sung.
Before you, I had no prayer,
Now I beg to god you care.

Please, leave me be
These memories.
I'm still...

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In a royal antibacterial waste machine one must wait for the willing vibrancy of the whistling seal. Dressed neatly in a three piece suit he sits on a rock and calls to the breezes on which there are so few. In the era of expunging...

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RESURRECTION OF A HEROE:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
CHORUS:
Far from comparison, far from fear.
Failure part of the journey; shed no tears.
Man...do... the best you can do.
Talents in your hand's only for you. 
No body cares...what you goes through;
When you succeed, people comes to you.
But...when... it's opposite,
That's...

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TINY FACE SMILING AT,
         REFLECT THE MIRROR.
     SHE WENT TO CORN FIELD,
         SILVER CORNS SANG LULLABY TO HER MERRY!
     SHE WEARED...

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MY THANKS IN KIND
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In monorhyme
I'll give you some time.
Your prefered choice of poetry, no crime.
Of the birds on Thor pond, that's so divine!
Ornithology is indeed a hobby of mine,
photography too, simply sublime..
However a trip to India I'll have to decline,
A virtual reality visit would be...

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