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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A boy told me
if he roller-skated fast enough
his loneliness couldn't catch up to him,
the best reason I ever heard
for trying to be a champion.
What I wonder tonight
pedaling hard down King William Street
is if it translates to bicycles.
A victory! To leave your loneliness
panting behind you on some street corner
while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas,
pink petals that have never felt loneliness,
no matter how slowly they fell.
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'the withness of the body' --Whitehead
The heavy bear who goes with me,
A manifold honey to smear his face,
Clumsy and lumbering here and there,
The central ton of every place,
The hungry beating brutish one
In love with candy, anger, and sleep,
Crazy factotum, dishevelling all,
Climbs the building, kicks the football,
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When I first saw you,
I saw you as a house,
Broken, silent,
with cracked windows
and dust dancing in every corner.
I didn't know why,
but my heart knocked on your door.
And you… you opened it.
You let me in,
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My Raven came, he came a'tapping
upon window pane
whilst I was napping
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Watching by the little window,
I see those kids, I see those pups,
Playing, joking, running around
Giggling, laughing, on a merry go round
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I am tired.
Tired of folding my heart into smaller shapes
just so you'd find it easier to hold.
Tired of swallowing my pain
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Maybe it's justification, or just imagination, maybe just a thought gone awry
Maybe it's the situation or maybe mental masturbation, maybe it's just a lie
Maybe a fabrication or maybe just hesitation of a thought that won't die
Maybe temptation to avoid self condemnation, maybe just a passing sigh
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The Lord asked me a question.
I didn't know what to say.
He wanted to know.
If I believe when I pray?
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It took me 57 years to finally see.
My worst enemy turned out to be me.
I say this with sadness. It makes my heart ache.
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Turn your back on the Lord.
You know not what you're doing.
God is more than putting money in the plate.
So, who do you think you are fooling?
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death haunts me jus the same
was told i will not see, my shame.
was told my love would rot
and to forget the pain.
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We were born in the hush,
between will and creation's dawn,
in fields of unshadowed light—
timeless, spaceless, still.
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Be still, my soul, and know—
Thou art the Command of the Lord—
The breath he has blown into you.
Command and Commander, never apart,
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In the desert of 'Nothingness, ' we wander—
Across this vast expanse of void,
Where silence roars aloud,
And solitude echoes its own hollow sound.
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He offered me his breath without grand words,
and I received it in quiet submission.
No walls arose, no harsh decree—
only divine breath calming me.
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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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