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 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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War is no longer declared,
only continued. The monstrous
has become everyday. The hero
stays away from battle. The weak
have gone to the front.
The uniform of the day is patience,
its medal the pitiful star of hope above the heart.
The medal is awarded
when nothing more happens,
when the artillery falls silent,
when the enemy has grown invisible
and the shadow of eternal armament
covers the sky.
It is awarded
for desertion of the flag,
for bravery in the face of friends,
for the betrayal of unworthy secrets
and the disregard
of every command.
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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
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I know not of what the future holds,
I know not of the meaning of the past,
I only know of now,
But not of the journey ahead...
I know of what I feel in this moment,
And of what I will feel in the future,
To look at you as if you were a shooting star,
For only a moment I could catch your beautiful gaze with my eyes...
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In this life we are all a little bit broken
Grief transforms from torrent to flood, then to soft rain
to wash away things we were not meant to carry,
And all is reborn again,
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"The Cupboard Light"
It was nearly midnight
when he slipped out of bed,
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They say, 'You are independent, '
But everywhere, we are in dependence.
They say, 'You have the freedom to express, '
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A thought, a whisper from the beginning,
Warm and close in the mind of God—
It grew, like a wave, filling the heart,
A silent melody for all humanity.
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What do you do with an unwanted pregnant dog when your world is full of strays and your pockets are empty
How would a dog treat you if homeless and he has no pockets
Why do we think only people go to heaven
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Long before Christ forgiveness began in the simple heart of a woman or man
Vengeance an anchor to the past holds the race in place where it is cast
Defense, guardian of the present, revenge's phoenix raises from a past unpleasant
Forgiving past thieves of honey the bee devotes energy to protect its nest in the tree
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From basin to drain to sewer
Life pumped in veins bathed in blood
Filling river Styx, Charon the pursuer
As it ends it turns to mud
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We probe an empty shell that has no smell, a leaf that has dried
A pillar that fell, a dry well, all to see what lays inside
A fragment of bone, fossil in stone, coral left by the tide
A pottery shard, a papyrus discard meaning implied
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A crack, a scratch, a mar, a defect, from a fall now dented
A lack, a patch, a scar, reject from a brawl how lamented
Once new unblemished, a dream shiny, untarnished and so bright
Where few embellished, a scheme, unvarnished treason and a blight
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With a thief's hands that can not grasp
We cherish what we can not keep
And beg for what we can not buy
No smile or frown, face with no shame
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Oh frozen blackness, we are freed by a burst of warming light
How soon the sun sets taking us back to night
Oh beautiful ray of day, how quickly your flight
How bitter the taste of darkness holding us in its bite
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A poem is but a dream, to write it you must live it
Poem the rider you the night's mare guided by its bit
You must feel its whip and spurs the sting of its lash
The taste of the metal, as on the bit your teeth gnash
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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
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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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