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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O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.
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It was not dying: everybody died.
It was not dying: we had died before
In the routine crashes-- and our fields
Called up the papers, wrote home to our folks,
And the rates rose, all because of us.
We died on the wrong page of the almanac,
Scattered on mountains fifty miles away;
Diving on haystacks, fighting with a friend,
We blazed up on the lines we never saw.
We died like aunts or pets or foreigners.
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Should I...?
Claim of what I do?
The boundless faith,
The infinity affection,
The countless bundles of care,
Before....
My own self,
In the presence of all thou,
Yet I have to realize,
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She stands at the turning;
Mot at a door, but in a storm of mirrors.
Each one whispering a different past.
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Across the sea, a different shore,
The US eyes turn, wanting more.
The Indo-Pacific, wide and vast,
A rising power, holding fast.
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This is how and why the night descends,
A total blackout with a promise
Of a renewed circadian rhythm,
A fresh takeover by the suprachiasmatic nucleus,
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I am focusing on my individual relationship with God for awhile. Church has played a part in my confusion so Ill only be attending the first and third week each month. I know my mind is always looking for reasons and church sometimes isn't the place to find those.
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Last, in transparency which I give in trust.
When I say you should be proud of me, it's asking you to be the teacher mode and not the enforcer mode.
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A giant stumbles, once so proud,
The world now laughs, a little loud.
Seventy lands, a worried plea,
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All I know is that he gets to talk through his lessons, work though his faults with you and I am grateful because it will benefit us. I know you both are settling me up to work through mine and it will benefit us. I also know for me, it's been a different experience doing this than you two. Im alone in mine. I only have my voice and if I didn't you both wouldn't know. But now you know everything and I know nothing except the work that's been targeted. I signed up for the leap so may we get some of that too. Im not a crazy person to live with.
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In-between all of this, there are moments of beauty for all of us. Even extended ones. Many opportunities though, not taken. Time passes. I think about all the learning and training and expectations and focus on gratitude There I reflect as much as I can.
As you both get what you want from this, and (knowing much is for me/us/you) I have asked for expansion (even suttle) and feel it is to all our benefits that I too be included in this outcome process. I have seen and felt gestures that I build my gratitude on. I feel that we should be moving at this point in higher levels.
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The thing is, I wasn't raised in a good Christian home. Ive had life experiences most people could never emphasize with. I speak my truth and its not traditionally soft. Im working on that. Part of my anger is how my voice is attacked when it is worded kind but truthful. Everything I say is my truthful moment though changes with reflecting. My silence isnt success, its just loneliness. So when guard doggy attacks to give order or direction, to pair or condition, to challenge me...its sometimes fitting and sometimes it is not. I understand you need a voice as well, so I take from it the gratitude when able and correct myself where I can I am well aware of thinking positive and most of my time I do, but it should be safe to voice my frustration and confusion too. The only difference is that I do not have control on this outcome. I am in a place of compliance. Maybe you say I do, its all on my behavior. That, I have pain in.
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At the time I was dealing with some mean girl issues in the game.
So when I felt competitive games and our moon was being imposed on, it impacted me. At first just a spit of frustration (though not towards him and I always said that) but grew as it increased and I came to understand was intentional. I didn't cope with that well and had harsh things to say which I've apologized when out of line. I understand the intention to increase confidence and appreciate where I grew from self reflections. Im grateful it stopped. Ive already shared my feelings through it, which any Psychologist can say is my own fault. Im responsible for my reactions. The challenge Immense to me for what was impacted. I had hurt feelings that so.eone who had love for me would want me to go through the experience but know hard love is learning. I take the gratitude from it and gave it.
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In the beginning, I had already been in a fantastic space of faith and trust
Though nervous by the process
And created a simple language to enhance it. Sweet numbers 318,218,447
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I know Ive stopped writing poems here.
It's all been so confusing.
I know if you were in my shoes
You'd see how I knew without doubt in the beginning. That never changed
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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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