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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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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I like divorce. I love to compose
letters of resignation; now and then
I send one in and leave in a lemon-
hued Huff or a Snit with four on the floor.
Do you like the scent of a hollyhock?
To each his own. I love a burning bridge.
I like to watch the small boat go over
the falls -- it swirls in a circle
like a dog coiling for sleep, and its frail bow
pokes blindly out over the falls' lip
a little and a little more and then
too much, and then the boat's nose dives and butt
flips up so that the boat points doomily
down and the screams of the soon-to-be-dead
last longer by echo than the screamers do.
Let's go to the videotape, the news-
caster intones, and the control room does,
and the boat explodes again and again.
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A blind horse stands among cherry trees.
And bones shine from cool earth.
The heart leaps
Almost up to the sky! But laments
And filaments pull us back into the dark.
Night takes us. But
A paw
Comes out of the dark
To light the road. I'll be all right.
I follow my own fiery traces through the night.
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What a haunting place this is,
the old cottage;
Derilect and stilled;
Roof tiles clinging to rotting timbers
and weed strewn garden that was long since tilled.
Rusted hinges, weary of toil,
Have long since shed their load;
The stout oak door vanquished;
No more the gallant knight who challenged Winter's cold.
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Once on a beautiful day,
standing in my beautiful dress,
wondering—
"Why this world cannot be good for all? "
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From the cradle of first light
I knew four eyes—
unblinking moons circling my dawn,
two pairs of hands,
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মা আমি তোমার মৃত চোখের ভিতর পৃথিবীর শান্ত গোধূলির
সুক্ষ্ম দীর্ঘশ্বাস
শুনতে পেয়েছি।
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Treasures of the deep unknown,
Resting in a timeless zone.
Trinkets, items made of gold,
Their story sadly never told.
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Overwhelmed by beauty
Thought love would never ebb
Grow in strength ever-lasting.
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Monsoon in a Metropolitan City
To feel the soothing sprinkle of love from heaven
I stretched my dry hands and my neck did I crane
Through the grill of my balcony
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In a land called Ullal where waves kiss the sandy shore
A star descended in sixteenth century with fire to the very core
Being the legal heir of matrilineal Chowta dynasty
Extensively she was trained in warfare and state craft to safeguard Ullal's sovereignty
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An angel descended in a remote village named Samleipadar
With a flame of nationalism in one hand and lamp of compassion in the other
As a flame of a torch, she's set to set fire
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From a rusty dusty trunk while rummaging the storeroom
I found amidst old clothes a neatly folded saree of my mom
More than five decades old and was fondly worn long
That filled the air with the sillage of her perfume
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coughing children,
sneezing snoring grandparents
wounds of the zephyr
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To live undynimically
Is to live with incoherent mess of things
To live indecisively is like a diatribe
To take a step or not is a question
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The very moment
You extended Your support
Unlimited comfort
Gathered in my inner core.
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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
...
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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