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
...
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.
...
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 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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Old fathers, great-grandfathers,
Rise as kindred should.
If ever lover's loneliness
Came where you stood,
Pray that Heaven protect us
That protect your blood.
The mountain throws a shadow,
Thin is the moon's horn;
What did we remember
Under the ragged thorn?
Dread has followed longing,
And our hearts are torn.
...
Baby Babbles--only one,
Now to sit up has begun.
Little Babbles quite turned two
Walks as well as I and you.
And Miss Babbles one, two, three,
Has a teaspoon at her tea.
But her Highness at four
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And you're singing to me
And I can hear the rain
And my heart is starting to slow
From the love that we just made
And who would have thought
That this is where we'd be
An amp and a guitar
Two lovers, you and me
...
Aren't you a sweet delight?
Picking holes in my dynamite
Wearing out my safety valves
Until I'm ready to blow
...
Even in the heart of darkness,
light quietly sleeps.
Every moment of despair holds
a hidden secret,
...
The sun of life is never quenched—
it only shines in brighter skies,
clothed in a robe of radiant light,
beyond the reach of earthly eyes.
...
Do you seek the Eternal Call of Truth?
Then open your whole being
to the rivers of constant remembrance.
...
Everyman wants to try and own the world
But in the end its the world that owns them
For the greater the man is the greater the fool
Who thinks he's a king when he's natures tool
...
What is the remembrance of Truth?
A river—
where the veils of being melt away.
...
I dissolve
in a boundless sea of gratitude—
each breath an unwritten word,
each heartbeat
...
Ramchandra has spoken; the order is clear:
Sushila Karki holds the interim reign.
The false idol of Yunus fades,
Politics turns like a quiet swarm of bees.
...
A Poem About Abortion
Look into this bowl of blood
And you'll see
...
Sometimes I want to call you
but I know in my heart
...
They say it happened long ago,
in lands where ancient legends grow,
where Freyja, Odin's cherished flame
kept temple watch in royal name
...
In the hush of September's whispered gold,
Soho's road dreamed beneath England's sky.
Mist curled like incense, secrets untold,
And unseen spirits watched time drift by..
...
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.
...
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
...
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
...
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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