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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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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Afterwards, I found him alone at the bar
and asked him what went wrong. It's the shirt,
he said. When I pull it on it hangs on my back
like a shroud, or a poisoned jerkin from Grimm
seeping its curse onto my skin, the worst tattoo.
I shower and shave before I shrug on the shirt,
smell like a dream; but the shirt sours my scent
with the sweat and stink of fear. It's got my number.
I poured him another shot. Speak on, my son. He did.
I've wanted to sport the shirt since I was a kid,
but now when I do it makes me sick, weak, paranoid.
All night above the team hotel, the moon is the ball
in a penalty kick. Tens of thousands of fierce stars
are booing me. A screech owl is the referee.
The wind's a crowd, forty years long, bawling a filthy song
about my Wag. It's the bloody shirt! He started to blub
like a big girl's blouse and I felt a fleeting pity.
Don't cry, I said, at the end of the day you'll be back
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Tell me not, in doctored numbers,
Life is but a name for work!
For the labour that encumbers
Me I wish that I could shirk.
Life is phony! Life is rotten!
And the wealthy have no soul;
Why should you be picking cotton,
Why should I be mining coal?
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The gods of old walk among us.
With hidden powers and secrets
They stay with us and help us.
The angels of heaven walk with us.
With halos willingly taken from their heads
And hidden wings, they watch over us
And defend the helpless.
The Fae of the forest live with us.
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No one is doing any work—
Those who don't play cricket
Are busy giving advice.
Those who give advice aren't in politics,
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I love because I choose to. slave to feeling not. I love because I'm curious. I love to share and accept a being apart from self. Love an affair I recover from like thirst in monsoon. Love I take a breath in sweet air from smoke polluted. Love I'm not as hurt as the other children. Love do I love or just pretend. Indifference to outcomes unknown. Preaching to the blind painting to the deaf
Death on my doorstep death of grief. grief was never born. Acceptance aborted soul.
Peace I feel alone. solitude a dame, I love alone.
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What is my love
It is acceptance
If I love you I accept it all
I endure I am curious
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On a cold day in Regensburg,
Divine intervention led us to meet.
We were aliens in an alien land,
Bearing tears, bearing heartaches,
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Dear Madam Manuela and your husband so dear,
Every day on the bus, your presence brings cheer.
"Namaste" we whisper, with smiles that unite,
Your beautiful warmth makes our world feel right.
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Never be proud of wealth and for richness sway
Quite ephemeral they're, can vanish in a day
They can't fulfill the purpose of life
They're bad masters, can't be a good wife
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I sleep in your arms your hair a lions mane
A miasma of slumber overtakes me
As I wish to feed you the blood from my vein
My love for you pouring out into the sea
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Change your bad habits
Discover the old old and old world not in your memory
Understand conflicts in the people
The greatest poem
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Night cannot conquer daytime
Daytime can't conquer night
They are another day
A day of love.
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Do your eyes have teeth?
Round and irregular cesspools
Ready to chew and bite off newly formed limbs,
Don't you know? Don't you know?
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The morning unfolds
like a slow breath —
light seeps through the mist,
softly, as if asking permission.
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I wake to fragments of old stories
— voices echoing down narrow corridors,
a laugh, a sigh, a name.
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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
...
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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