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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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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I could pick anything and think of you—
This lamp, the wind-still rain, the glossy blue
My pen exudes, drying matte, upon the page.
I could choose any hero, any cause or age
And, sure as shooting arrows to the heart,
Astride a dappled mare, legs braced as far apart
As standing in silver stirrups will allow—
There you'll be, with furrowed brow
And chain mail glinting, to set me free:
One eye smiling, the other firm upon the enemy.
This post-postmodern age is all business: compact disks
And faxes, a do-it-now-and-take-no-risks
Event. Today a hurricane is nudging up the coast,
Oddly male: Big Bad Floyd, who brings a host
Of daydreams: awkward reminiscences
Of teenage crushes on worthless boys
Whose only talent was to kiss you senseless.
They all had sissy names—Marcel, Percy, Dewey;
Were thin as licorice and as chewy,
Sweet with a dark and hollow center. Floyd's
Cussing up a storm. You're bunkered in your
Aerie, I'm perched in mine
(Twin desks, computers, hardwood floors):
We're content, but fall short of the Divine.
Still, it's embarrassing, this happiness—
Who's satisfied simply with what's good for us,
When has the ordinary ever been news?
And yet, because nothing else will do
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They lie in parallel rows,
on ice, head to tail,
each a foot of luminosity
barred with black bands,
which divide the scales'
radiant sections
like seams of lead
in a Tiffany window.
Iridescent, watery
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You wore what was never yours,
a borrowed glow, a fleeting spark.
Took from me what you could never keep,
thinking it would make you whole.
You lied, hiding in kindness,
a friend to all, yet none to me—
tempting the men, weak, the blind,
while the serpent beneath you stayed unseen.
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Like a seat around the bonfire?
So warm and nice right?
I would want to describe my lovers touch
His very embrace..
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Article and Journal by Ink Soul
Poem: Mindset by Ink Soul
Ink Soul's Mindset is a searing poetic indictment of Western cultural imperialism, a lyrical rebellion that unearths the wounds inflicted by colonial powers on the vibrant tapestry of global indigenous cultures. Through evocative imagery and unflinching exploration, the poem dismantles the arrogance of Western hegemony, particularly as articulated in Lord Macaulay's infamous 1835 declaration: 'We must at present do our best to form a class who may be interpreters between us and the millions whom we govern; a class of persons Indian in blood and colour, but English in tastes, in opinions, in morals, and in intellect.' This quote, which opens the poem, serves as the fulcrum for Ink Soul's exploration of the systematic erasure of native identities under the guise of 'civilization.' This article examines how Mindset exposes the violence of Western cultural imposition, questions its enduring legacy, and celebrates the resilient resurgence of indigenous voices.
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Ode to the Mountain Wind by Ink Soul
Preface to Ode to the Mountain Wind
by Ink Soul
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Rusty nail driven into jaw bone, eye blind, shock to core of mind
Face a fist clenched, tongue a copper taste, skin drenched
Before I loose my mind a dentist I must find
Called, made it explicit, needed a tooth pulled, scheduled a visit
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she was white
I am a black
we kissed a storm in Geneva
People would stare.
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Words That I Never Express: Remembered Silence by Ink Soul
I do not write to be remembered.
I write because memory aches in silence—
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In the sky's unwavering gaze, scattered are countless reflections;
Stars from beyond time cast a quiet smile.
On the soil of the mind, strange dreams begin to sprout;
In a mind filled only with questions, unlinked emotions begin to bloom.
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Upon the dawn of Time's last song,
When the shadow's tale at last is done,
And from the east the golden throng
Of morning breaks, a world begun—
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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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