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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A word will fill the little heart
With pleasure and with pride;
It is a harsh, a cruel thing,
That such can be denied.
And yet how many weary hours
Those joyous creatures know;
How much of sorrow and restraint
They to their elders owe!
How much they suffer from our faults!
How much from our mistakes!
How often, too, mistaken zeal
An infant's misery makes!
We overrule and overteach,
We curb and we confine,
And put the heart to school too soon,
To learn our narrow line.
No: only taught by love to love,
Seems childhood's natural task;
Affection, gentleness, and hope,
Are all its brief years ask.
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Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
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Screams and wails, through and through,
Beacons of hope were never true.
Tragedies seen, no less than the rest,
Tears of agony drizzling at their best.
The hands of tyranny showed their claws,
Lives at stake — yet never paused.
Drifting on waves, lost in dismay,
Thinking not of tomorrow, only today.
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Mother knows
God knows that in a clean week, there is not a drop of water, nor love, nor thirst, nor hunger.
The Father knows the water of the world, Zamzam, for this world
From the soul, crumbs for holy bread
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A soldier's quest,
His was the best of stories,
a star among the brightest
His path was covered with hope
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There was a time --
not so long ago --
when you saw me
and you would smile;
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Is it so hard to accept the truth
When history shows the proof;
When reality doesn't miss
Defeating the thickest mist?
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The end is near it is surely clear and plain to see, just look, read the Book of Revelation and you will see! In our world today, creativity floating shoes on the sea, cars gliding across the skies and unexplained phenomenon appearing on land and sea is extremely bewildering!
Stop, Look and Listen were old verbal warning signs to take heed, but now they are they are not taken seriously anymore you see. How easily all warnings are ignored. Death is so prominent throughout the world and how man explains the end of a human's life away and just moves on to the next phase!
TO BE CONTINUED..........
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From the One alone all being flows—
No spark exists beyond His glow.
A single thread within the woven whole,
The truth upholding every passing form.
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No sun is lit here, no star is born,
No world's fire leaps to life.
Only the endless field of being
Holds the uncreated light.
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This is not the chronicle
of a battlefield,
but the dawn spilling
from the soul's own struggle—
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Across boundless tides of time I roam—
Through realms where shadow twines with light.
A heart untamed, far from any home,
Seeks its true name—
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Silent thresholds where eternity leans in—
gates of radiant stillness, where your essence
shines, a pulse of the primordial fire
glimmering in the sanctum of being.
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I hear myself crying. Help me! I feel so much discomfort and pain. My body shakes, my heart pounds. I feel like I am dying.
Every day there is no sunshine.....only the relentless rain.
This rain doesn't cleanse. It drowns!
Fear and Panic has taken my hostage. Help me!
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I lay on my bed, listlessly,
my hair silvered with all I've seen
But the world is still not done with me-
Poisonous to my field of green.
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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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