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 free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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All round me are words, and words and words,
They grow on me like leaves, they never
Seem to stop their slow growing
From within... But I tell my self, words
Are a nuisance, beware of them, they
Can be so many things, a
Chasm where running feet must pause, to
Look, a sea with paralyzing waves,
A blast of burning air or,
A knife most willing to cut your best
Friend's throat... Words are a nuisance, but.
They grow on me like leaves ona tree,
They never seem to stop their coming,
From a silence, somewhere deep within...
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Sometimes I can almost see, around our heads,
Like gnats around a streetlight in summer,
The children we could have,
The glimmer of them.
Sometimes I feel them waiting, dozing
In some antechamber - servants, half-
Listening for the bell.
Sometimes I see them lying like love letters
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Sitting alone,
Nothing to do,
Staring straight into space,
But you dont care how much time is passing,
Whats the point,
Whats the point of being that person,
Putting in that maks everday,
Then being rejected,
Over and over again,
Your whole life,
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My muse, a whisp of smoke, hear it then gone, inspiration spoke in a yawn
Glowing ember falls to the ground a spark to remember a dying sound
Echoes ring from the dark, an angel sings, only a smudge left as its mark
Scrapings of soot makes my ink, pen to paper put, memory gone in a wink
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Serotonin play upon
my frontal lobe with
Measures of melodious pleasure.
Treasures of tonal textures.
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The veiled one
A goddess in white
Queen of winter
Ice in her veins
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O blower of sweet breath,
My eternal source of life, of knowledge and wisdom—
You made me the bearer of Your trust,
The Trust that the heavens, the earth, and the mountains
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Even now, when the world hums with circuits and screens,
and souls scroll endlessly through hollow illusions,
poetry breathes.
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An intuition message—
from an unknown source—
awoke me to remembrance
of the primordial vow:
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New sun, warm light—
divine dawn spills gold,
unraveling night's grasp.
With each rising,
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I wandered deep within,
a country of my own—
the true God's Kingdom.
Safe, I walked its silent lands,
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See them,
Yes, see them and feel them
At this crucial juncture
With your best endeavour,
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Oh, prickly, prickly, prickly pear
How do you smile? No fuss? No fear?
No dappled shade in your fate
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Juliet is waiting at veranda tonight,
For she's tired of video game's fight.
Her boy's wandering all alone
Maybe he's lost his hi-tech smartphone.
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I delicately caress your cheek,
as I gaze into your eyes
letting you see my entire soul.
Something I'd never share with
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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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