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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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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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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Father. Undress yourself. While you still may.
Show me what time has scarred
since we sat in the bath together and I proved
that waterdrops want to touch one another.
Fear not. We have similar structures.
Legs, back, nails and countless gestures.
I do not want to wait for twenty-seven more years
and see how hyperpigmentation
spreads, skin slackens and
veins burst.
Show me what is left when you make
love no more.
Recount names of women and let us
roar and resign.
Translated by John van Tiel
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Why did he promise me
that we would build ourselves
an ark all by ourselves
out in back of the house
on New York Avenue
in Union City New Jersey
to the singing of the streetcars
after the story
of Noah whom nobody
believed about the waters
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Stuck on the ground
Despite how hard it flaps
It's wings won't seem to carry it
For even a lap
It cries all day long
‘Till it eventually rests
Wondering when its turn comes
To leave the nest
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Leaves drift down like silent thoughts,
Unclinging, golden, letting go—
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The summer wanes, its golden gleam
Now softened in a rusted dream,
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The hush of dawn, a softened glow,
Spreads amber light on earth below.
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Behold! the towers of gold invade the skies,
And cannons roar to shake the trembling stars;
Lo! painted mummers act with painted eyes,
Concealing famine's wounds, oppression's scars.
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You are so quiet and still,
your face is whitely pale,
you look so sickly and ill,
I wish you were whole and hale.
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I have no need for cage or zoo
Pictures, videogames or television to view
With outside colors, birds that sing
Nature's beauty, seasons, coming of spring
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Fury of troubles throws endless punches.
Innumerable bills and losses jab the ribs.
Grit becomes gloves, holding me upright.
Hope is the guard I refuse to drop.
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Whenever I willing to act The results wasn't the intended.
Slightly walk on the surface of lakes.
The wind fly to the back of me.
That's his favorite things?
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A thunderous lightning slapped darkness.
And love abounding in its richness,
Poured torrentially on the parched land.
The land that was but a sinking sand.
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Once upon I have thought
‘Bout some new world
A darker place but peaceful is
Torny black roses
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The butterfly is whirl of my mind.
He navigate me in to the lake.
That times the sorrow changed to delight.
Unbelievable changes.
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मेरे जीवन की शाम यादगार मधुर हो
कहे देता हूँ हर एक से सुन रहा है जो
कोई ना रोना बिलखना संताप करना
बस चिता की राख पर एक पेड़ देना बो
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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
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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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