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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Old Albion sat on a crag of late,
And sung out—'Ahoy! ahoy!
Long life to the captain, good luck to the mate,
And this to my sailor boy!
Come over, come home,
Through the salt sea foam,
My sailor, my sailor boy.
'Here's a crown to be given away, I ween,
A crown for my sailor's head,
And all for the worth of a widowed queen,
And the love of the noble dead,
And the fear and fame
Of the island's name
Where my boy was born and bred.
'Content thee, content thee, let it alone,
Thou marked for a choice so rare;
Though treaties be treaties, never a throne
Was proffered for cause as fair.
Yet come to me home,
Through the salt sea foam,
For the Greek must ask elsewhere.
' 'T is pity, my sailor, but who can tell?
Many lands they look to me;
One of these might be wanting a Prince as well,
But that's as hereafter may be.
She raised her white head
And laughed; and she said
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Women spend the afternoon squatting on the porch,
picking lice from each other's hair.
They spend the evening feeding the little ones,
lulling them to sleep in the glow of the bottle lamp.
The rest of the night
they offer their back to be slapped and kicked by the men of the house
or sprawl half-naked on the hard wooden cot.
Crows and women greet the dawn together,
the women blowing into the oven to start the fire,
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She was born among silk, marble, and flowers,
under fine lamps, surrounded by honors.
Isabella, a princess without a throne or sword,
looked down on other people's lives with disdain.
The street children, their tired faces,
were, to her, only misguided beings.
'Why don't they try harder? ' she used to say,
not knowing that one day... she would have to flee.
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I left my pen to rust
Everything left even my thoughts
I have been lost
My fingers thick with rot
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I was feeling so weak
Finding no way to speak
In the jungle of human wishes i had no more feat
I was made commodity
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On the bus, almost end of the year, on the bus, almost dry and cold. On the bus, almost unfair, uneasy and unpleasant, for a while, those are my principle thoughts. Dark thoughts, on the bus, then I want to believe the sun will shine again into my my heart and into my mind. On the bus.
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When I gaze into a night sky dotted with million stars
And moon beams like liquid silver pouring over the earth
My mind flies to an unknown land
I start counting one, two, three
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Beautiful flowers in my vision Asked me a simple question,
I tried my best
To answer it,
But in vain,
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I was young once but now I'm in Rio
I loved yesterday but found I couldn't pay the price
Fidelity came packaged in a love triangle trio
Should have taken Lao Tzu's advice
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As I gaze out at all the
beauty of the world, I ponder
on all the beauty I haven't seen.
And all the beauty I have.
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The rain
Cries in the dark
of a bible black sky
As a chill stirs, sweeping, autumns
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Its a funny old proverb
But it bares its truth
That the road to hell
is paved with good intentions
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I need to gather all my courage, extracting a lot from its growing roots: giving me a chance at least to battle back.
I want to be brave, even though fear has sunk deep within me; find some relief from my amounting fears: hoping someone will give me a weapon, so that I can fight back a little.
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In principle, all wants solid foundations.
A good upbringing and a happy home life.
Strong family roots, healthy relations:
Find themselves a loving husband or wife.
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Rose-coloured tints at sunset
Above skeletal black trees
Seasonally, they're bloodstained.
As the sky turns a scarlet pastiche.
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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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