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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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.
Last night as I slept,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
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To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
Even when we are young,
we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads
when a grandfather dies.
Then we row for years on the midsummer
pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage,
that began without harm, scatters
into debris on the shore,
and a friend from school drops
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Echoes spread when it fell.
I was the one who picked it up
Pieces by pieces
My hands painted red
Gray liquid flowing out.
My mouth is sealed,
With your pristine hands.
The world is covered in dark hue
I would bring the fallen star,
I would search happiness,
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My downs syndrome child never a mistake
Being told during a pregnancy scan it was
I felt horror at what the doctors were saying:
Hurt my precious and innocent child?
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Memories in too many objects from years ago
Ornaments sitting on cluttered bookshelves
Stored in rammed chest of drawers full of junk
Old birthday candles and unusable matches stored
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I've been the archer
I've been the prey
Who could ever leave me, darling?
But who could stay?
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The teacher told the class one day,
"Write a poem for this! "
He raised his brolly right away,
"Yes, you know what this is! "
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Cold wind of coming cyclone and dense rains predicted is occupies everywhere;
Despite that Sunshine is warm and bright after we return from a tour;
Deaths due to natural destruction and accidents by fate are very painful to bear;
Fate is at its best to finish lives of many people in this bad situation!
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What's is excommunicated?
He's to be excommunicated;
struck off,
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If milk sours, it transforms anew
To yogurt's tang, a richer hue
And should it age, endure the strain
It turns to cheese, a treasure gained
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मानसिफोरा बुंसोलायो मुलुगाव जायनो उजिफैयो
बिसोरो जायखिजाया जेंनाजों बुगिनो गोनां जायो
बेनिफ्राइ बारग'नायनि जेबो राहा गैया
जेंनानिफ्राइ बारग'नो थाखाय मोनसेल' राहाया जादों
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I was inspired by the taste of a Chicken and Mushroom Pot Noodle
And then by adding some Branston Pickle and Beefy Gravy Powder, too.
I was stirred even more once I stirred up the boiling water
And I couldn't wait to tell people
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I tried to hide it, but couldn't hold back,
When he's near, my heart skips off-track.
It races like it's fleeing from a playful hound,
Pounding in my chest, a rhythmic sound.
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He calls me beautiful, says I'm pretty,
Loves my smile, my spirit, so witty.
In his golden brown eyes, warmth resides,
A caring heart, where love abides.
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It's hard for me to open up
I mean yeah you're here
For now at least
But... but I don't think you understand
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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
...
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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