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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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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Today it's going to cost us twenty dollars
To live. Five for a softball. Four for a book,
A handful of ones for coffee and two sweet rolls,
Bus fare, rosin for your mother's violin.
We're completing our task. The tip I left
For the waitress filters down
Like rain, wetting the new roots of a child
Perhaps, a belligerent cat that won't let go
Of a balled sock until there's chicken to eat.
As far as I can tell, daughter, it works like this:
You buy bread from a grocery, a bag of apples
From a fruit stand, and what coins
Are passed on helps others buy pencils, glue,
Tickets to a movie in which laughter
Is thrown into their faces.
If we buy a goldfish, someone tries on a hat.
If we buy crayons, someone walks home with a broom.
A tip, a small purchase here and there,
And things just keep going. I guess.
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I have brought the sacrificial goat
To the heap of grass, leaves and bark
He has forgotten his last beheading
But round his neck garland-like
hangs a mark
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Humans destroy humans,
for a piece of paper
we crowned as king.
Peace traded for noise,
silence drowned in light,
nature cut open,
wildlife pressed into shadows.
We run,
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Do not speak of me as gone.
I was never a fragment to be lost,
but the unbroken whole beneath all form—
the light without a wick,
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With you
a poetry is born
as and when
your dove like steps
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Beauty varies from you and me
Often eyes get confused what they really see
Roses seen now, weren't the same seen then
They mystify our mind with- how, what and when
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I looked eagerly at her seasoned face for sympathy
But, to my dismay, she threw a cold cursory glance of apathy
I was sure it was she who along with my saree had taken both of my petticoats
Just a few days before, how could she so easily forget!
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"You look so unimpressive and pale
With your unkempt hair and wrinkles innumerable
Your belly is disfigured with stretch marks
Your feet gasp through their cracks
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I'm a liar
So I lie
I lie to myself every day
Everyone I love fades away
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There will come a day when the light goes out
When the waves stop and there is no wind
A time when the stars stop shining
No moon to light the night
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I was carved of light—
a trace in the unseen flame,
pre-decreed before the dawn
to whirl upon the page of time,
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Where lies the path through the veil of mist—
the way the eyes cannot see?
Unless the heart kindles a lamp of light,
how shall one walk beyond the fog of unknowing?
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Night slips behind veils of stillness,
soundless, obedient to time's rhythm.
The dawn gathers its silvery shawl;
whispers rise from dew-lit fields.
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Quiet Dialogue With The Divine
Every breath that beautifies and illumines the heart draws us nearer to the Truth—not as a fixed destination, but as an ever‑unfolding journey. Each breath, conscious and marked by the silent utterance of Hu, carries within it the sacred movement of seeking. The love for Truth is not arrival but continuous passage—an unending path where patience is the measure, and complete surrender the condition. To be truly on this path is to live in thoughtful examination, to embody waiting without expectation, and to embrace the paradox of seeking without possession. In this sustained openness, every breath becomes a quiet dialogue with the Divine, revealing that the journey itself is the truest knowledge.
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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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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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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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