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 free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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I think awhile of Love, and while I think,
Love is to me a world,
Sole meat and sweetest drink,
And close connecting link
Tween heaven and earth.
I only know it is, not how or why,
My greatest happiness;
However hard I try,
Not if I were to die,
Can I explain.
I fain would ask my friend how it can be,
But when the time arrives,
Then Love is more lovely
Than anything to me,
And so I'm dumb.
For if the truth were known, Love cannot speak,
But only thinks and does;
Though surely out 'twill leak
Without the help of Greek,
Or any tongue.
A man may love the truth and practise it,
Beauty he may admire,
And goodness not omit,
As much as may befit
To reverence.
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Your whole way with shining evil's coal
Margaret, they all do bravely judge.
What's your fault? The body sinned as such,
Innocent you have retained your soul.
To all people it's the same, I know,
To all nodded with a blurry smile.
And with this sorrowful semi-smile
You have wept yourself long time ago.
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A glowing flower in the room,
A fateful one lays resting in the tomb.
The seedling had sprung,
The other untouched.
One leaving the sadness and gloom,
The other one has smiles and cheers.
While tears do dread,
Wishing for the fallen man to be there.
How great he was,
And how he made others smile.
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Over the years we have changed a lot.
Why do you call it a change?
Say, say loudly that we have transformed.
So there is no surprise in the aftermath of the internet having been down.
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A coin of worth, with faces bright,
Democracy and Diplomacy, light.
For years we've fought, defended hard,
This precious coin, a guiding card.
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the tortoise taught us
how to peel and prepare potatoes
as the llama was alarmed
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In the golden glow of a dying summer day,
The shadows stretch across the silent field,
Where memories of youth in laughter play,
Before the harvest to the winter yield.
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In the stillness of the streets where shadows linger, a sixteen year old found himself at a crossroads. A man, his eyes dark and foreboding, brought a fear that shadowed every moment. The elder, vibrant and full of life, was suddenly struck down by a blow that was both sharp and merciless. A knife flashed in the night, piercing deep during a deadly struggle. Sirens wailed, the streets alive with chaos, as they rushed to save, but it was too late for survival. Quick hands seized the fleeing figure, justice reclaiming the weapon. Yet, sorrow hangs heavy in the air, hearts still aching for the lives shattered in the aftermath. The youth, so young and consumed by rage, now walks in grief where angels fear to tread. In these quiet streets, the story lingers on, a tragic reminder of a life forever changed.
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क्या इश्क़ था,
जिसका ज़िक्र आम था मुआशरे में।
ख़ूब निभाया प्यार को हमने,
कि दास्ताँ जवान हो गई।
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When life was on its end
When things turned white
When blossomed flowers white seemed wilted
She … came to me
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Is Israel holy? Hard to say,
Not 'yes' or 'no' in a simple way.
For billions, faith makes it so,
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ये तारे, सितारे और ये चाँद,
ये सब तुम्हें उदास दिखेंगे।
देखो अपनी 'चाँद' को, इस बिखरी चाँदनी में,
ख़ुदा कसम वो सदाबहार लगेंगे।
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ग़ज़ब है, मुझे नींद में जगाती है।
मैं एक सुकून की नींद चाहता हूँ।
सितम है, सब मशरूफ़ हैं तमाशा देखने में;
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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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