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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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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FAIR is my Love and cruel as she 's fair;
Her brow-shades frown, although her eyes are sunny.
Her smiles are lightning, though her pride despair,
And her disdains are gall, her favours honey:
A modest maid, deck'd with a blush of honour,
Whose feet do tread green paths of youth and love;
The wonder of all eyes that look upon her,
Sacred on earth, design'd a Saint above.
Chastity and Beauty, which were deadly foes,
Live reconciled friends within her brow;
And had she Pity to conjoin with those,
Then who had heard the plaints I utter now?
For had she not been fair, and thus unkind,
My Muse had slept, and none had known my mind.
II
My spotless love hovers with purest wings,
About the temple of the proudest frame,
Where blaze those lights, fairest of earthly things,
Which clear our clouded world with brightest flame.
My ambitious thoughts, confined in her face,
Affect no honour but what she can give;
My hopes do rest in limits of her grace;
I weigh no comfort unless she relieve.
For she, that can my heart imparadise,
Holds in her fairest hand what dearest is;
My Fortune's wheel 's the circle of her eyes,
Whose rolling grace deign once a turn of bliss.
All my life's sweet consists in her alone;
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And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.
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I'm driving my car down a road.
A road, I've driven so many times in the past
But today I'm seeing an aspect
That I've never noticed.
As the sun is flickering through the trees
As I pass by, the seconds ticking,
Houses, people and things.
I'm daydreaming thinking that my car is like life
Traveling through time.
I see everything passing me by.
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What could be more mediocre or mundane?
What could be a more common or ordinary place?
Then falling in love with your pretty face
Heads are turning like a rotating weathervane
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Surely, I will catch my breath.
And remember, I must breathe.
Such beauty as hers, undresses.
A perfumed rose, a pastiche
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It's as if gravity were just a joke.
Narrowly swinging on a silken rope.
Tiptoeing on the air, she's all sewn up.
It's as if she's walking on the moon.
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A magpie calls into my shuttered room.
He feels the cold January bloom.
But I care not that he is fed.
As long as my rhyme breaks the bread.
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Now is the time when the angels dance.
And a linnet's wing raises a child's glance.
Now is the time when a full moon dreams.
And the ladled sea, wildly, madly, reams
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Send me her ribbons, bows and flowers.
Send me her notebooks and daily powers.
What an angel, her would-be voice.
Who out of the wilderness called for rejoicing?
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Nature is diverse and reckless.
But you've chastened its mean voice.
You've strung it on a pearl necklace.
That hangs on a bated breath by choice.
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Your hair was a scarlet bowl of living fire.
A fruit bowl that ripened tomorrow's sun
It spun flames that ripped through a man's ribs.
And nestled in coils of spent gold. It hissed with desire.
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Why disappoint so many displaced people and return?
I'm not a worm you can cut in half and grow two heads.
I'm what you see, and clearly, this displeases you.
And many others, …then? Rightly so, I should leave?
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Sobriety is a sin if you want to fall in love.
First of all, you must get hopelessly drunk.
Fall into the arms of your elusive lover.
Without any sensibility, you must fall.
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Cattle approach, smelling the air and licking their noses.
And it is the same for us who know we're lost.
We climb a hillock slowly with bells ringing loudly.
And tails twitching, flicking away nuisance vexations,
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Turmoil taunts and tries me
Always standing just outside… free.
Waiting predatorily
To torment, abuse and torture me.
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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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