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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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 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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the only parts of the body the same
size at birth as they'll always be.
'That's why all babies are beautiful,'
Thurber used to say as he grew
blind -- not dark, he'd go on
to explain, but floating in a pale
light always, a kind of candlelit
murk from a sourceless light.
He needed dark to see:
for a while he drew on black
paper with white pastel chalk
but it grew worse. Light bored
into his eyes but where did it go?
Into a sea of phosphenes,
along the wet fuse of some dead
nerve, it hid everywhere and couldn't
be found. I've used up
three guesses, all of them
right. It's like scuba diving, going down
into the black cone-tip that dives
farther than I can, though I dive
closer all the time.
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[Book 1]
I am like,
They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows
Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth
Of delicate features, -- paler, near as grave ;
But then my mother's smile breaks up the whole,
And makes it better sometimes than itself.
So, nine full years, our days were hid with God
Among his mountains : I was just thirteen,
Still growing like the plants from unseen roots
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I pray hard you don't see me today
Filled bruises and scratches will
You still identify me as your type
With this baggage of emotions,
Anticipatory rejections will I feel
Cover by you now, can I still identify
The path that brings the right one
Because the wrong ones smile most.
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From blackest night to deepest sea
I long beyond of what's in me.
From calming sea to lightest tower—
From grains of sand to latest hour.
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One Morning when the fog was rolling in its billows
I was walking on a little cobbled path near the willows.
My wandering feet carried me to a hedged gate
‘Yond was a flower garden with a fountain to precipitate.
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I'm a solo sailor, navigating the ups and downs of life by myself. It can be tough, especially on those dark nights when it feels like the world is against me. But I've learned to keep going, even when it feels like I'm the only one. And hey, being alone isn't so bad - it's just me, myself, and I against the world! 😊
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The light within me
Releases enduring glow.
Its flames emits strength.
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In the pleasant season....
Grasshoppers are flying
With their easy wings,
It's wonderful to see from every corner,
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I start the chats first,
drop the jokes, break ice,
you scroll, you take time,
I'm talking to the void.
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'Yes, I am still loving you'
In memories of you, my heart resides
A flame that burns, where love abides
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As evening approaches,
echoes of distant music rise.
Boys and girls hurry through the evening chores,
meals finished early
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I am having a bite. A real bite that my lips and fingers are fighting over it! I can see my neighbours salivating. They have nothing to eat! Is that my problem! ? Noo! Their parents never worked hard to save enough for them! It is their parents' problem! Let me, or should I share my food! No! No! I can't. Didn't my mom teach me good table manners! You don't talk while eating! Let me enjoy.
Let me pick more pieces of meat! These chapattis are yummy! What about this fish? I like it. It is just as delicious as the one I ate yesterday. Yes, it is sweet.
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No arrows will sing from my bow;
The LORD grants His treasures at will.
My brothers have fletchers to fashion them so;
Their quivers grow heavy, mine still.
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Wash me head to toe
Rub, O sweet smelling woman
Your lotion on me
My body never so clean
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I remember.
There was a that time
When She was still happy in a field of stars.
In a happy time line,
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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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