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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My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
Plutarch was good, and so was Homer too,
Our Shakespeare's life were rich to live again,
What Plutarch read, that was not good nor true,
Nor Shakespeare's books, unless his books were men.
Here while I lie beneath this walnut bough,
What care I for the Greeks or for Troy town,
If juster battles are enacted now
Between the ants upon this hummock's crown?
Bid Homer wait till I the issue learn,
If red or black the gods will favor most,
Or yonder Ajax will the phalanx turn,
Struggling to heave some rock against the host.
Tell Shakespeare to attend some leisure hour,
For now I've business with this drop of dew,
And see you not, the clouds prepare a shower--
I'll meet him shortly when the sky is blue.
This bed of herd's grass and wild oats was spread
Last year with nicer skill than monarchs use.
A clover tuft is pillow for my head,
And violets quite overtop my shoes.
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To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
Even when we are young,
we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads
when a grandfather dies.
Then we row for years on the midsummer
pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage,
that began without harm, scatters
into debris on the shore,
and a friend from school drops
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Ever wonder about the blessing of a home?
To feel the gift of God Almighty shlome
The one we live in, not made with bricks
There ain't any wood or man made tricks
Yes, the very earth we live on with right
As if we have it straight and uptight
The might of nature, the trees dance
The flowers bloom, grass smiles chance
This is our home, our very beloved earth
This is where we pass time, death and birth
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Above the trenches, humming low,
A different war begins to flow.
No muddy boots in fields of pain,
The drone's eye watches, in sun and rain.
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song,
Streets of Minneapolis.
Sing out loud and sing
out strong! ! ! .......
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जब महानगर नींद के आगोश में चला जाता है,
स्मृतियाँ सजीव हो उठती हैं।
जिन्हें मैं दिन के बहानों में टाल देता था,
वे अँधेरे के साम्राज्य में फिर लौट आती हैं।
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In Harmattan, the tree stands thin and quiet,
wearing dust like an old, borrowed robe.
The wind bites its leaves into whispers,
the sky cries but no tears.
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A king's bright crown, a heavy weight,
He sought a name beyond the gate.
He built tall towers, strong and grand,
To etch his legend on the land.
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I don't like my works anymore-
My mind is not obeying the limits of four walls,
I want to wander through every lane of the world,
The unknown keeps me calling,
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The giants stride, with heavy feet,
Across the globe, on every street.
Their flags are bright, their voices strong,
They think they know where all belong.
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Truth is I thought the expressed motives would bring the relationship between us closer together
and our relationship would last, however choices made because of obstacles by stubbornness
on the so called love being confessed by both of us.
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Do not ask your Self who you are—
look into the heart's mirror,
and your true face will answer you.
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Still, a Kashmiri does not bow.
Misread by friends. Opposed by foes.
The tyranny of centuries would have erased any other nation.
It did not erase us.
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Lost beyond the gaze in the desolate desert of multiplicity—
I carve my essence into the heart's granite cliff,
trampling veils of illusion, thrusting aside a thousand shadows.
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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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