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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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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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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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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'Why keep a cow when I can buy,'
Said he, 'the milk I need,'
I wanted to spit in his eye
Of selfishness and greed;
But did not, for the reason he
Was stronger than I be.
I told him: ''Tis our human fate,
For better or for worse,
That man and maid should love and mate,
And little children nurse.
Of course, if you are less than man
You can't do what we can.
'So many loving maids would wed,
And wondrous mothers be.'
'I'll buy the love I want,' he said,
'No squally brats for me.'
... I hope the devil stoketh well
For him a special hell.
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Women spend the afternoon squatting on the porch,
picking lice from each other's hair.
They spend the evening feeding the little ones,
lulling them to sleep in the glow of the bottle lamp.
The rest of the night
they offer their back to be slapped and kicked by the men of the house
or sprawl half-naked on the hard wooden cot.
Crows and women greet the dawn together,
the women blowing into the oven to start the fire,
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I Was not Enough
I loved you with all I had,
A heart that never learned to let go.
I fought silent battles you never saw,
And stood beside you through every storm.
Though I wasn't perfect, my love was always true.
I gave you my best without holding back,
Yet someone else's little seemed enough for you.
Maybe I was never the one you wanted,
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The joy when young,
The killjoy when old.
Wanting to grow up when you have youth
But mow your life down when you don't. Life is a time bomb, you never know when it will defuse. Life is a cycle The waking of a child,
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Maybe tomorrow I'll step outside, maybe tomorrow the door will open wide. Maybe tomorrow I'll go to work, maybe tomorrow my life won't be dirt.
Maybe tomorrow I'll take a shower maybe tomorrow my life won't be so sour. Maybe tomorrow I won't be a stranger to everyone. But everyday I said maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, maybe…..
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A mock of the day that does not let you play, the change of the dawn down to day. The wilting of flowers go down in the shower the falling of trees stopping your way. The one controller controlling you, making you a bowling ball that tries to take her away. A hotspot that erupts when you try to feel joy, a blind spot that makes you feel this way.
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The betrayal of people, is a sequel. The forming of clouds, swarming around.
The falling of rain, starting to gain.
The freezing temperature, seizing the worlds territory.
40 days of glory, that's a real story.
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Midnight fell upon summer's night
Weaving diamonds through black velvet
A yearning whisper echoes beyond my sight
Igniting in me embers of a long-lost flame
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The reminder of the past that does not last.
The joy that you feel, till it starts to peel.
The leaves in your brain, falling in shame.
The people you knew go down in the no lane, of sorrow and shame.
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Time flies like a rocket in the sky
Times flies like January to July.
Time flies which sometimes makes you cry.
Time flies even when you justify.
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Winter the time of cold, the darkest time to hold. Blue goes down to grey, snow begins to stay. Leaves are wilting down, colors turn to brown. The sun begins to rise, the snow is not so wide. Leaves start to groom, winter time no longer blooms.
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I'll never know how it feels
To be loved by someone real
They come as they're gone
It's not a big deal
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In the bosom of fog,
Mango, Jamun, and Jackfruit
stand in silence.
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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 a 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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