Poems
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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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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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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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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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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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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'Tis The
SONG OF LITTLE MARY,
Standing at the bar-room door
While the shameful midnight revel
Rages wildly as before.
Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes one;
You said you were coming right home from the shop,
As soon as your day's work was done.
Our fire has gone out our house is all dark
And mother's been watching since tea, --
With poor brother Benny so sick in her arms,
And no one to help her but me. --
Come home! come home! come home! --
Please, father, dear father, come home. --
Hear the sweet voice of the child
Which the night winds repeat as they roam!
Oh who could resist this most plaintive of prayers?
"Please, father, dear father, come home."
Father, dear father, come home with me now!
The clock in the steeple strikes two;
The night has grown colder, and Benny is worse
But he has been calling for you.
Indeed he is worse Ma says he will die,
Perhaps before morning shall dawn; --
And this is the message she sent me to bring
"Come quickly, or he will be gone." --
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To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;
To whisper soft and quivering your name,
And drink the passion burning in your frame;
To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek,
And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak
Love words, mad words, dream words, sweet senseless words,
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With a wonderful moon & black meadows grass,
Gentle wind feels when it all passes.
A beautiful tree alone standing,
Looking for someone with long waiting.
Calm blue sea with sun glittering,
Small boat fisherman feels Cluttery.
I am on my way under the sun and rain.
I am a traveler without destiny.
Nothing to look back, walk, and smell new air.
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+ওটেরি সেলভা কুমার
জলের আলো, মৃদু আভা,
নাচের ঢেউ, প্রশান্তিদায়ক মদ্যপান,
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+ওটেরি সেলভা কুমার
সেই মন্দির
দরজা না খুলেই বন্ধ ছিল
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Christmas cheer spreads in all you hear
The Church bells toll in ringing peals
The songs shine out, high and soft in every ear
And most joyous of all—the words that heal
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This is Barabbas-time, the time they let all Christian children kill by king Herodes. The Israel Jews, at least the majority did not realise there is Jewish blood in all Arabs, the genes do not lie! To let him carry his cross and ridicule him with nailing this deed stigmatising him on his own carried cross, to suffer after having suffered enough being nailed not only through the blood and bones of honesty but being ridiculed and stigmatised as if it all weren't enough for the Jewish bloodthirsty satisfaction. In a world where Nazi's are Jew-orientend and sponsored by Billionaire thugs supporting the Jewish Israel case against all odds, seems to me semiotics in a strange way! Looking the other way is as worst as the sketch I made above! Those who suck us into this denial of genocide-guilt are even more criminal than all the rest! Nazism being created while the thugs roam off all surplus cream and becoming warmongers on false grounds for their so called mercantile fakonomy. Who would have thought Nazism and Jews go hand in hand destroying the image of love just for one reason, selling crosses and nailing all who don't condone this!
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I carry my armor which help protect aimed ambitions; parting away from those suggestive notions not being able to shield: wearing my gear total ready to fight.
I focus on the position of my enemy witnessing any advance; prepare for any cross by them attack: fence them in is my hope short cutting any loss.
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O LORD God Almighty,
how shall a man serve You
when his flesh wars against his soul?
How shall one walk uprightly
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Patience is the mark of the wise;
haste is the companion of folly.
For ignorance is born where
understanding is refused,
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I've learned not to promise what I can't fully carry.
Some words feel too important to use lightly,
and I'd rather be honest than impressive.
Still, there are things I try to show instead of say.
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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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