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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Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is cropping audibly his later meal:
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal
O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.
Now, in this blank of things, a harmony,
Home-felt, and home-created, comes to heal
That grief for which the senses still supply
Fresh food; for only then, when memory
Is hushed, am I at rest. My Friends! restrain
Those busy cares that would allay my pain;
Oh! leave me to myself, nor let me feel
The officious touch that makes me droop again.
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He's fast asleep. See how, O Wife,
Night's finger on the lip of life
Bids whist the tongue, so prattle-rife,
Of busy Baby Charley.
One arm stretched backward round his head,
Five little toes from out the bed
Just showing, like five rosebuds red,
- So slumbers Baby Charley.
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Sometimes I wonder
What I can do for God
What good can I bring
If I shrink
every time I need to speak
If I run away
When I need to stay
If I hide my light
When I need to be bright
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They say it happened long ago,
in lands where ancient legends grow,
where Freyja, Odin's cherished flame
kept temple watch in royal name
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In the hush of September's whispered gold,
Soho's road dreamed beneath England's sky.
Mist curled like incense, secrets untold,
And unseen spirits watched time drift by..
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The answers of all the questions are written
Only in one book,
And this is the book.....
The creative book of the world,
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On a September dawn of golden grace,
In Soho Road's embrace, beneath England's sky,
Art unfurled its wings with a smiling face,
And charity's heartbeat pulsed softly by...
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I know our story. Worry, hardship, Fury. Worry it was all in vain gratuity to the ungracious till your all they'd claim a slain temple thoughts in pieces never at peace
trust me I miss you more through all the hardships, my life, it seems I just go along with staring at a open door. I'm worried you'll never see me. For who I am, for who I can be. Worry I lack sustenance, visions of the future the past fluctuates. The fury of a untampered temptation I feel the last never lasted separation I worry the heart will have no rhythm though I'll still draw breath my hardships will have no purpose and we'll always be disconnected I fear my worry my hardships my fury will be my consciousness's collective. Worry I'll never let it happen again an open mind a chosen soul when two spirits divide and nobody's home. I worry I'll lose myself and hardship and fury will erase the man who was new to himself.
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Does your aura show truth, I have lied to many. Pure intentions, to those I
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What fears are you alone with
A soul tethered to its home with a stones grip. As I've grown through whirlwinds and cyclones uncontrolled my souls sick. A perfect memory, through life's test I've taken more steps than centipedes. A conquest compressed to free my solar plexus from unnatural tethering.
My needs
I have none
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Sleepless, Dreamless
my heart beats to the sequence of secrets. Life seems meaningless though it's meant to.my consciousness spins through the cylinders of a test tube. I miss this feeling of being held coreced the surprises the suspense to have someone to confide in.
im constrite to a subsided guide
Penalized for the lifeless pride
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Does your aura show truth, I have lied to many. Pure intentions, to those I've lied to my times suspended. I never expected a long life. Wrong or right I fall so you can enjoy the songs of light. I seek peace like the black rose wishes to bleed or the Lilly wishes it could see any misconceptions of the concept of consequences. I have none my purpose was the sacrifice and only in death will I see the last of life. Dirt has more purpose than gold but not half the price. Your worth comes from what's not acted or sold but what you ask at night.- Dont Release
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My eyes shine when in the midst of a dangerous climax. Never in context. I wonder in which fire will I burn for progress. I understand this language. Anguish. Pleasure is pain, an open chest to be surveyn with no contestant. All is shown in five though my home is nine. All the pieces fall so frequently with a frozen spine. "Do I puzzle you". The curve the surge tho imperfect, beautiful.
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I have conquered many, the fallen, the risen all I have crossed paths with on my shadows expedition. The lost, who I have found, the dethroned, the crowned, a repeated sequence unbeaten, for eternity. Knowing all it would take was everything you were worth to me. The first the second, a curse who's been lifted though preferred to have been neglected. I'm not the best man though spiritually invested. Which pain do you prefer, why doesn't a sharpened blade simply observe when it a dull.
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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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