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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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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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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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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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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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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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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My lady, that did change this house of mine
Into a heaven when that she dwelt therein,
From head to foot an angel's grace divine
Enwrapped her; pure she was, spotless of sin;
Fair as the moon her countenance, and wise;
Lords of the kind and tender glance, her eyes
With an abounding loveliness did shine.
Then said my heart: Here will I take my rest!
This city breathes her love in every part.
But to a distant bourne was she addressed,
Alas! he knew it not, alas, poor heart!
The influence of some cold malignant star
Has loosed my hand that held her, lone and far
She joumeyeth that lay upon my breast.
Not only did she lift my bosom's veil,
Reveal its inmost secret, but her grace
Drew back the curtain from Heaven's mansions pale,
And gave her there an eternal dwelling-place.
The flower-strewn river lip and meadows fair,
The rose herself but fleeting treasures were,
Regret and Winter follow in their trail.
Dear were the days which perished with my friend--
Ah, what is left of life, now she is dead,
All wisdomless and profitless I spend!
The nightingale his own life's blood doth shed,
When, to the kisses of the wind, the morn
Unveils the rose's splendour-with his torn
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Maud went to college.
Sadie stayed home.
Sadie scraped life
With a fine toothed comb.
She didn't leave a tangle in
Her comb found every strand.
Sadie was one of the livingest chicks
In all the land.
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Burn your eyes until they're red
Let the light blind you instead
Whatever things need not be asked
Turn into things you can't look past
Then become what can't be missed
A pachyderm in each rooms corner
I must have granted the wrong wish
A dose of euthanasia, per doctor's order
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I'd love to pour a little water from the fountain of my eyes into those restless oceans, which—until yesterday—were thirsty just like themselves, even to reach the sea.
I came,
With tears of gratitude,
Sacrificing myself for all those who were ungrateful.
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I'd love to pour a little water from the fountain of my eyes into those restless oceans, which—until yesterday—were thirsty just like themselves, even to reach the sea.
I came,
With tears of gratitude,
Sacrificing myself for all those who were ungrateful.
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A LOOK AT LIFE-98
BY SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
A JOURNEY
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The most beautiful creature in my eyes is the one who will never, ever be lost within this certain heart.
O God, do not deprive me of my prayer; keep them in the highest reaches of my mind and heart. Please, entrust them to me for an eternal forever, without end. I miss them dearly. I do not know where in this universe they are right now, but I know that for me to forget them is impossible. For three whole decades, my eyes have been blind—not to distance, but to any thought other than them.
In the ethics of that angel's words and speech, I remember only them. My reverence for them is not a favor; it is a necessity. I wish to live only within that dream. Finding the embodiment of that pure soul in reality is impossible.
Imagination is the greatest gift I haven't lost yet. I keep it so—not for the sake of time's order, but to emphasize their presence. And so... I constantly return to their story. Even now, let them say it is just a fantasy; they do not know it is the greatest world of my life and the person I was.'
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And last
Now still now by the time you look at it..
Afew moments pass; in many 'nows, ' there is regret. Oh, humanity! How amazed I am by this 'now, ' living right in its midst. It was merely the driver of my path, yet it always carries me away and drops me back into a 'now' filled with regret. A single breath is all I ask for to reach my longing, but it constantly takes me and brings me back.
In an era, like the waves of the Thames, 'now' comes to welcome me and then departs. Out of shame, it is only you and I. Why have you become the wave of the ages, always coming and always returning?
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From the Arctic Circle, cold and white,
My little boat sails, towards the warm shiny light.
I don't know the reason, truth to be told,
But south I will go, to find sunshine and 'gold'.
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No soul has been kinder; when their eyes tear, they make the clouds cry with them.
If mercy were given a form, it would be them again and again.
You only find them as you find a gem.
They touch the scalpel as if it weighs less than mass.
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The wall clock has stopped moving,
it is showing eight o'clock,
I know it isn't.
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A bumpy friend, a toad I see,
In my yard, he comes to be.
He seeks the damp, the shady spot,
Where bugs and flies will soon be caught.
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Life is continuously being built,
or unbuilt,
whatever way you may see it.
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There was a record 5,457 homeless children in Ireland,
Wake up, citizens, get ready to make a mighty stand.
We will not move; we will wait at the gates of the Dail.
What is right for the wealthy should be right for all.
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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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