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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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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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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Afterwards, I found him alone at the bar
and asked him what went wrong. It's the shirt,
he said. When I pull it on it hangs on my back
like a shroud, or a poisoned jerkin from Grimm
seeping its curse onto my skin, the worst tattoo.
I shower and shave before I shrug on the shirt,
smell like a dream; but the shirt sours my scent
with the sweat and stink of fear. It's got my number.
I poured him another shot. Speak on, my son. He did.
I've wanted to sport the shirt since I was a kid,
but now when I do it makes me sick, weak, paranoid.
All night above the team hotel, the moon is the ball
in a penalty kick. Tens of thousands of fierce stars
are booing me. A screech owl is the referee.
The wind's a crowd, forty years long, bawling a filthy song
about my Wag. It's the bloody shirt! He started to blub
like a big girl's blouse and I felt a fleeting pity.
Don't cry, I said, at the end of the day you'll be back
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Tell me not, in doctored numbers,
Life is but a name for work!
For the labour that encumbers
Me I wish that I could shirk.
Life is phony! Life is rotten!
And the wealthy have no soul;
Why should you be picking cotton,
Why should I be mining coal?
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The gods of old walk among us.
With hidden powers and secrets
They stay with us and help us.
The angels of heaven walk with us.
With halos willingly taken from their heads
And hidden wings, they watch over us
And defend the helpless.
The Fae of the forest live with us.
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When shopping for transportation one needs to consider the situation
Does one have to buy, does one lease or will a rental fly
Some buy on impulse, an act of passion, others prefer a purchase of fashion
Do you want flashy; or economical, dependable though a bit trashy
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Mother and Peace, thou dwell serene, yet storms obey thy call,
From breath of thine the stars arise, by glance the shadows fall.
Thou cradle life, thou end all sin, thy steps through aeons tread,
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When Love's sacred flame ignites within,
the soul ascends into a realm
where sight dissolves,
and silence becomes the only tongue—
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O inner light,
secret of the narcissus hidden in the sun,
awakening of my soul,
fragrance of life's garden
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There is a certain happiness when each sunrise arrives,
At first, it's here and meant to bless, while its sunlight survives.
The early bird begins to sing to herald once again,
Not knowing what each day may bring, yet hopeful even then.
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As one faces the waves of life,
the ebbs and flows,
the breeze or storms that blow.
We will never know when,
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It is commonly believed that the dogs we love are directly
descended from the original canine wolf! Imagine that!
There are the noble dogs for the blind,
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Life is a passport
And exactly where you decide to take it
It's completely your choice
Some people never go anywhere
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As day dissolves into the hush of twilight's grace,
A gentle calm descends, a soft, embracing space,
The sky ignites in hues of gold and crimson fire,
A fleeting masterpiece, inspiring deep desire,
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Then, as now, I will always love you
Then, as now, I will always honour and obey you
Then, as now, the stars will always shine
And also, our hearts will align
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You have a gaze that hears music.
No one else understands
An intensity of thought that no one else feels
A brush of your angelic hand on mine
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Hew the roof of his mouth for thirst
The tongue of a sucking child
Their sinews stick to the bones
And visage blacker than coal
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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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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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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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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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