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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The difference between poetry and rhetoric
is being ready to kill
yourself
instead of your children.
I am trapped on a desert of raw gunshot wounds
and a dead child dragging his shattered black
face off the edge of my sleep
blood from his punctured cheeks and shoulders
is the only liquid for miles
and my stomach
churns at the imagined taste while
my mouth splits into dry lips
without loyalty or reason
thirsting for the wetness of his blood
as it sinks into the whiteness
of the desert where I am lost
without imagery or magic
trying to make power out of hatred and destruction
trying to heal my dying son with kisses
only the sun will bleach his bones quicker.
A policeman who shot down a ten year old in Queens
stood over the boy with his cop shoes in childish blood
and a voice said “Die you little motherfucker” and
there are tapes to prove it. At his trial
this policeman said in his own defense
“I didn't notice the size nor nothing else
only the color”. And
there are tapes to prove that, too.
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Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
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You are the sky,
Vast and endless,
Stretching beyond sight,
Holding all our questions.
Your presence
Is morning light,
Softly waking hearts
We did not know were asleep.
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One often maligned but faithful and true. Just want to say I miss you
Misunderstandings snaps and a wail, so sorry I stepped on your tail
But I understand my faithful hound no greater friend to man can be found
A neighbor or two you did bite but what the hell, it was in a fair fight
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Photos fortify
My memory like iron
Never to forget
Serial lessons of time
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Eyes that fire and sword have seen
Look again on hills and hollows green.
Feet that have tread on bladed thorns
Will dance on grass though torn!
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Free my tithes to any earthen sand just to let your smooth face grace my eyes
Running In bitterness through waves of desolation just so I can curl upon you
Only for you my love my honeysuckle shaking sweetly amongst the pearls
Saint amongst my lips to say your name to keep me covered when I need
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Ahmad Mahmood Imperator - Manifestación de Amor, Arte y Sabiduría
Ahmad Mahmood Imperator, poeta, escritor y artista de Badakhshan, Afganistán, con raíces ancestrales en Badakhshan y nacido en Karte 3, Kabul, nació en 1363 del calendario solar (3 de marzo de 1985) . Representa belleza, sabiduría y pureza de espíritu. Su porte elegante, rostro cautivador y mirada penetrante, como un espejo cristalino, tocan el alma de quienes lo contemplan, irradiando luz de esperanza y tranquilidad. Conocido como "Yusuf Thani", encarna la belleza y sabiduría humanas, y cada palabra que pronuncia brilla con amor y comprensión hacia la humanidad.
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Oh, my lord, I thank You.
You gave me a true faith
which have got only few
the price for it You paid.
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A soft murmur—
the Song of Kun,
dancing upon silence's veil,
whispering through the wind,
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Again and again, the wheel turns,
unceasing circles in their dance.
Each orbit dissolves a Name,
yet the soul still hungers
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A radiant flame of divine yearning,
an ocean of wisdom without shore,
a star whose light continues to travel
through the unseen corridors of eternity.
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মরুভূমির বুকে যদি তুমি
দেখো একটা মরীচিকা,
নিশ্চিত যেন হয়েছ তুমি
বন্দি সভ্যতার বিভীষিকা।
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I speak not by compulsion,
Nor by ink's hunger,
Nor by restless questioning—
One breath alone unfolds:
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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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