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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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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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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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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Love not, love not! ye hapless sons of clay!
Hope's gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers—
Things that are made to fade and fall away
Ere they have blossom'd for a few short hours.
Love not!
Love not! the thing ye love may change:
The rosy lip may cease to smile on you,
The kindly-beaming eye grow cold and strange,
The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true.
Love not!
Love not! the thing you love may die,
May perish from the gay and gladsome earth;
The silent stars, the blue and smiling sky,
Beam o'er its grave, as once upon its birth.
Love not!
Love not! oh warning vainly said
In present hours as in the years gone by;
Love flings a halo round the dear ones' head,
Faultless, immortal, till they change or die,
Love not!
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Shirtsleeved afternoons
turn toward leather as the trees
blush, scatter a last
few bright, weary wisps across
the great bruised heart of the South.
The spirit cup drifts
down the pond's moon-sparked highway.
Far laughter, shadows.
Love or poison? Your turn. Drink
to the star-drenched latitudes
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I don't feel like I'm screwed—
because I let you go.
I told myself you didn't care,
that you were just playing with me.
But I wanted to believe
there were Strangers Like Me—
ones who'd say,
"Oh my God, you're beautiful.
Wonderful. I want every second with you."
But this isn't Tarzan.
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Not to be drugged by beauty
Not do I lend myself
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I love you the way a river loves an ocean.
I love you the way a star loves the deep dark night.
I love you the way a leaf loves the tree even in the parting autumn breeze.
You and I will meet again the way a dawn meets the night, the way a brook meets the sea, the way a tree meets the sky.
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I'm looking forward one more time
To Christmas once again,
When singing carols sounds sublime
To merry gentlemen.
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There would be acres eating dust soot,
Where quietness shouting and hearts are broken and wounded,
We devour screeching of pain,
Toppling on strong-willed ears in hollow,
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Yesterday, it started to rain.
It rained from morning to night
hardly a moment did it stop and
continued till eyes became heavy
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Walks are for solitary things
Where we find renewal and fresh energy on the best of days,
But on days that fall short
Then they can be sullen affairs
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Your grace, Abba Father—
Is the hand that clutches our sleeves,
Preventing us from falling into the pit of the tempter.
We, by no means, deserve this gift,
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Nocturnal call leaps.
Wakeful beings fears to think;
The night had its way.
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Tyres silently groan;
Horns—insults behind and forth
Movement drowns the rage.
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The dark arose, as is yearned by me;
Matters awoke from slumber, as they were meant to be.
Through me, dark brooding found its tripping feet,
And against me, its conclusion brought the sudden cry of defeat.
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People feel the pinch of love like a sugar and salt
Though honey-something is better than honey-nothing
There is always a better path
Better than a luckless path
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When waning moons through maples creep,
And north winds sigh like souls unblessed,
The Hollow folds itself in sleep,
Yet none may find a dream of rest.
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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
...
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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