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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Oh city, whom grey stormy hands have sown,
With restless drift, scarce broken now of any,
Out of the dark thy windows dim and many
Gleam red across the storm. Sound is there none,
Save evermore the fierce wind's sweep and moan,
From whose grey hands the keen white snow is shaken
In desperate gusts, that fitfully lull and waken,
Dense as night's darkness round they towers of stone.
Darkling and strange art thou thus vexed and chidden;
More dark and strange thy veiled agony,
City of storm, in whose grey heart are hidden
What stormier woes, what lives that groan and beat,
Stern and thin-cheeked, against time's heavier sleet,
Rude fates, hard hearts, and prisoning poverty.
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When some people talk about money
They speak as if it were a mysterious lover
Who went out to buy milk and never
Came back, and it makes me nostalgic
For the years I lived on coffee and bread,
Hungry all the time, walking to work on payday
Like a woman journeying for water
From a village without a well, then living
One or two nights like everyone else
On roast chicken and red wine.
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You wonder which came first,
Spring or winter?
Spring arrives on a silent winter night.
Life sleeps beneath a cold white blanket,
Resting between snow's crust and buried seed.
Then, from its sleep, life stirs, cracks echo in the dark.
Fingers reach from under snow,
Reborn within their humble resting place.
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I've owned this world of dirt and it has owned me
Broken bottles, a torn shirt, fading foam on the sea
I've had a wife of flesh and she owned me
At the end of a days thresh all I had was borrowed felicity
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The Zebra has a puzzling name,
Alphabet letters strangely cast,
It finishes off with the first,
After starting off with the last!
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Someone to love
And to be loved by,
So important,
Life is tributary
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It's never one of those rainy days
Yet somehow, you replenish me
You nurture me
You sustain me
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loyalty to others,
is betrayal to oneself
betraying of others
is loyalty to oneself
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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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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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