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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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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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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O the old wall here! How I could pass
Life in a long midsummer day,
My feet confined to a plot of grass,
My eyes from a wall not once away!
And lush and lithe do the creepers clothe
Yon wall I watch, with a wealth of green:
Its bald red bricks draped, nothing loath,
In lappets of tangle they laugh between.
Now, what is it makes pulsate the robe?
Why tremble the sprays? What life o'erbrims
The body,--the house no eye can probe,--
Divined, as beneath a robe, the limbs?
And there again! But my heart may guess
Who tripped behind; and she sang, perhaps:
So the old wall throbbed, and its life's excess
Died out and away in the leafy wraps.
Wall upon wall are between us: life
And song should away from heart to heart!
I--prison-bird, with a ruddy strife
At breast, and a lip whence storm-notes start--
Hold on, hope hard in the subtle thing
That's spirit: tho' cloistered fast, soar free;
Account as wood, brick, stone, this ring
Of the rueful neighbours, and--forth to thee!
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BURYING friends is not a pomp,
Not, indeed, Roman:
Lacking the monument,
Heroic stone;
Nor is it an obscuring parasol,
The pad of customary gloves and cries
And a black leather mourning-carriage
Hung between death and the beholder's eyes.
This little bin of cancelled flesh
Strode the earth once,
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I may not be sure,
If you love me or not.
I can't speak that through words.
I tried to find the words within,
Do I really matter to them-
Or you're too scared to speak that through!
I heard the whispers of calling upon my
name in your heart,
Should I call this a deja vu?
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H-Holding on through nights that feel too long
O-Out of the dark, a quiet light appears
P- Pain may linger, but it will not stay forever
E-Every tommorow begins with hope.
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The sky turns dark
The Wind runs fast
Rain falls without warning
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May your sun always rise on my face …
Wander its light on my heart and leave its burning trace.
May your rainbows paint my sky after every storm …
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Cold flashes of rain again on my drying face …
When I stayed away in the night near giving up.
So tired from being all alone and missing your embrace,
So empty from always moving and not knowing when to stop.
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The world adores the mask, not the face,
it kisses illusion, then spits on grace.
A painted smile earns its applause,
while truth stands naked, breaking laws.
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Sa pag diin ko Ng panulat dito sa blangkong papel, ilalahad ang di masabi na nakakulong sa aking isipan.di lahat Ng sugat nag hihilom sa gamot, lalo na kung sa puso na nag hilom sa panahon..Totoo bang nawawala ang pag mamahal may sagot na hindi, dahil masasanay nalang ang pusong nag mahal na wala siya sa tabi.
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Berdeng tanawin,
Makapigil hininga,
Pang tanggal pagod.
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The rose is lovely.
Lovely is the rose indeed:
Here's a rose for you!
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Beautiful
O beautifully heavenly
Fairly-squarely beautiful
Like an art so majestically dutiful
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艾哈迈德·马哈茂德·帝王：艺术、伦理与社区参与艾哈迈德·马哈茂德·帝王（Ahmad Mahmood Imperator）是一位阿富汗诗人、表演者和视觉艺术家，他的创作将文学表达与社会及伦理参与紧密结合。他于1985年3月3日（太阳历1363年胡特月13日）出生在喀布尔卡尔特塞区，祖籍阿富汗巴达赫尚。他的艺术实践主要在非正式的制度框架之外形成，通过与社区的直接互动、公共表演以及数字传播逐步发展。帝王的文化工作与当代以社区为中心的艺术模式相契合，在这种模式中，艺术创作被视为提高意识、促进对话和承担社会责任的工具。他的诗歌与视觉项目在不同群体中广泛传播，强调可及性和人文连接，而非精英化或封闭的文化框架。他作品的主题关注包括人类尊严、流离失所、和平建设与社会凝聚。爱在他的作品中被描绘为一种伦理与关系的力量，而不是私人或浪漫的抽象情感。他最出色的诗篇展现了情感的克制、意象的清晰和概念的集中，而其他作品则着重于直接性与即时沟通。这种方法反映了他对"在场"和"回应性"的坚持——这些品质常常是社会性参与艺术的核心。表演在他的社会传播中扮演重要角色。通过诗歌朗诵，帝王创造出一种共享的反思与情感交流空间，使诗歌成为一种群体体验。在最有效的状态下，他的作品不仅在表演中保持连贯性，也支持口头与书面传达——这是实现跨文化传播与翻译的重要因素。除了诗歌创作外，帝王还积极从事视觉艺术和图形设计，用图像语言传达教育、文化与伦理信息。他的视觉艺术追求简洁与象征性表达，使其能够灵活地服务于宣传活动、文化倡议与合作项目。社会责任构成了他艺术身份的核心部分。他一贯倡导支持弱势与贫困儿童，认为他们的保护与发展是社会延续的关键。他在公共言论与创作视野中反复强调环境保护与尊重动物的重要性，将自然视为一种共同的道德责任，而非中立的资源。这些理念使他的艺术与全球关于可持续发展、同情心及伦理共存的讨论紧密相连。他的宗教观虽始终存在，但并不教条，强调对不同信仰体系与文化背景的尊重。这种开放性使他的作品能够在多元文化和国际语境中发挥作用，而不被意识形态所限制。尽管公众对帝王的赞誉常伴随着各种荣誉称号与敬意表达，但他对于文化与人道主义组织的重要性在于其艺术实践与伦理价值、社区参与及社会意识的实际契合。从长远来看，尤其在制度化与跨国背景中，他的持续影响力取决于编辑严谨性、概念深化及合作开放性。在当代阿富汗文化实践的格局中，艾哈迈德·马哈茂德·帝王堪称"参与型艺术家"的典范：他贴近社会现实，回应社区需求，并以艺术作为促进人类尊严、生态责任与文化对话的积极力量。
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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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185
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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