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 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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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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The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits; - on the French coast the light
Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.
Sophocles long ago
Heard it on the {AE}gean, and it brought
Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow
Of human misery; we
Find also in the sound a thought,
Hearing it by this distant northern sea.
The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
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It mounts at sea, a concave wall
Down-ribbed with shine,
And pushes forward, building tall
Its steep incline.
Then from their hiding rise to sight
Black shapes on boards
Bearing before the fringe of white
It mottles towards.
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I'll never taste the nearness of your grace,
Nor touch the light that lingers in your eyes.
My soul, confined within a barren space,
Still hunts for peace beneath forsaken skies.
The bird that once took flight within my chest
Now folds its wings in silence, bruised and torn.
It yearns no more to seek your tender nest—
It falls unheard, unloved, and all forlorn.
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A seed that had no chance fought against all odds and grew
Now an oak, harboring in its expanse rainbowed feathers that flew
Then came a man that cut the tree, from which planks were torn
Hewn and nailed into place by he, a house from its wood was born
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The earth is not yours, not mine —
it is the breathing body of all.
The stars are not strangers,
they burn in our blood,
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You are only losing,
When you give yourself up.
When you think the fight has won,
And you, a carcass left behind.
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You don't always have to be tough,
You don't always have to be strong,
Or keep your guard up,
Or put everyone before yourself..
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I treasure you so deeply
my sweet sweet beautiful girl.
I adore your sweet soul abundantly so.
You are my queen and my best friend
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Like God's scintillating sunshine that births a brand-new day,
His inspiration now is mine to start me on my way,
And words and pictures guide my path to rhythms, rhymes and tales,
And in that moment, I can laugh because it never fails.
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I'm at my best
in my silence
none there will notice
my presence
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Sting of thousand wasps
It's loneliness's effect
Scorpions crawling on my body
Just to engulf
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Pretty Betty, my silly cousin.
She breaks into pieces plates a dozen.
Her dad is mad, her mom is sad,
But she doesn't feel herself bad.
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A year has passed since you left my side,
Eddie, my beautiful tabby, with a heart that's departed.
You left an emptiness that echoes through my soul,
A void that gapes, a heart that's lost its goal.
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There is a light inside you—
brighter than a thousand suns,
a song older than time.
Yet you move through the world
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Trees, mountains and lakes
Residing in memory lanes do
Rejuvenate life forever.
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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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