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.
...
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
...
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.
...
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
...
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.
...
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;
...
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.
...
The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set -
...
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
...
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Ours is a silence
that waits. Endlessly waits.
And then, unable to bear it
any further, it breaks into wails.
But not all suppressed reactions
end in our bemoaning the tragedy.
Sometimes,
the outward signals
of inward struggles takes colossal forms
And the revolution happens because our dreams explode.
Most of the time:
Aggression is the best kind of trouble-shooting.
...
The ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow;
Satin and jewels grand
Are all at my command,
And I am happy now.
And my lord he loves me well;
But, when first he breathed his vow,
I felt my bosom swell-
For the words rang as a knell,
...
Mitotic figures
Caught in the act
Tightly knit plots
Vogue! Ungainly pose
Grotesque arabesques
Poised on cat's cradles
Spiders on spindles
Too many of them.
...
I, this day, crowned in might,
a giant of promise, a bearer of light.
Yet sixty-five years, and what is the fruit?
Wealth in my ground, but hunger at root.
...
Tina listen to me,
My heart spoke in silent plea,
When you never knew my eyes,
Dreams of you lit up my skies.
...
Beautiful words and thoughts,
When beautifully,
Put together,
Can sometimes become,
...
Lake Ontario was as a gentle lamb,
quiet and calm with tiny wavelets
rippling towards the shore
flowing over the stony shingle
...
A poet is as vast as his dreaming,
A poet is as great as his thought—
A poet is as lofty as his verse,
A poet is as human as his spine.
...
I am attracted to the water that calls me
To either sink or swim,
I am attracted to echoes in the darkness
That whisper there's yet more personable beauty within
...
Your fears and failures are just stepping stones
over not-so tranquil waters.
These are the places where you have frozen,
fearing your every next shaky step.
...
The cup of water
Has a mouth for stars
In the shadow
Where a black hole
...
Where the chains of fleeting time are torn apart, Qalandar lives,
Neither past nor future holds his heart—Qalandar lives.
He wanders free, like wind released from every tethering,
...
Shaykh Abdullah Daghestani
His breath was dhikr, his gaze a flame,
Reflecting realms no eyes can ever name.
Each heartbeat opened a hidden gate,
...
I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
...
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
...
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
...
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,
...
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
...
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:
...
(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
...
Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
...
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
...
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
...
"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:
...
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:
...
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.
...
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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