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 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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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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The hills are always far away.
He knows the broken roads, and moves
In circles tracked within his head.
Before he wakes and has his say,
The river which he claims he loves
Is dry, and all the winds lie dead.
At dawn he never sees the skies
Which, silently, are born again.
Nor feels the shadows of the night
Recline their fingers on his eyes.
He welcomes neither sun nor rain.
His landscape has no depth or height.
The city like a passion burns.
He dreams of morning walks, alone,
And floating on a wave of sand.
But still his mind its traffic turns
Away from beach and tree and stone
To kindred clamour close at hand.
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A lone gray bird,
Dim-dipping, far-flying,
Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults
Of night and the sea
And the stars and storms.
Out over the darkness it wavers and hovers,
Out into the gloom it swings and batters,
Out into the wind and the rain and the vast,
Out into the pit of a great black world,
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To be fair, if I was a child alone-
given power to create and to destroy
I too would create my little imperfect world.
I would create a world, beautiful and lush,
filled with joy and with light.
Animals running, birds humming-
skies glowing and water flowing.
Thus would be my world-
Beautiful and green
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Emotion can be so unique to me.
While the peak of sadness is usually shown through tears,
mine bursts out in laughter.
While the peak of my happiness is usually expressed with laughter,
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Art thou but dream, or fleeting shadow's grace?
Thy visage haunts my waking thoughts each day.
At times, thou comest with the rainbow's trace,
A prism cast in afternoon's soft ray.
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Emotion can be so unique to me.
While the peak of sadness is usually shown through tears,
mine bursts out in laughter.
While the peak of my happiness is usually expressed with laughter,
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I'll keep You fixed in memory
Deep in my mind
I'll wait eagerly for Your order
Day after day.
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By Jamuna's banks, where golden rivers glide,
The Taj, a symbol pure, of love's sweet grace,
In marble clad, with beauty sanctified,
It triumphs o'er the years, time cannot trace.
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कवी: चैतन्य विनायक कन्हेरीकर. घेतले रानफुलास उचलून रान वाटेवरी चालताना lनसे त्यास गंध रूप जरी अंगभर काटे असताना l अनेक रानफुले जरी वाटेवरी होती कळवळा मज त्याच फुलाचा का आला l नकळत पडला पाय कुणाचा मृदु पराग कुस्करला l कण्हत असावे फुल जरी हे अज्ञाती हुंदका उमटला l परडीत ठेवले त्यासी उचलून l सुखावले फुल परडीच्या पिंजऱ्यात आतून l पण होता स्वच्छंद त्या वाटेवरती आणि रानाचा सहवास l परडीत होती घुसमट आणि एकांत कारावास l मुक्त जिवाचा आनंदच न्यारा l आता ते हिरमुसले जीव कावरा बावरा l वाटेवरल्या फुलांस वाटे हेवा या फुलाचा l आम्हास ना कोणी उचलून घेती व्यर्थ आलो जन्मी रानफुलाच्या l परडी तले फुल रुसले मजवरी, का उचलून घेतले तू मजला l होतो सुखात वाटेवरी त्या नेऊन सोड मजला l खरंच चुकलो का मी देऊनी यास जीवनदान l वाटेवरी वाट पाहे त्याची वृक्ष वेली फुल पानं पान l त्या वाटेवरी त्याच ठिकाणी सोडले मी त्यास l मागे वळूनी न पाहता निघालो सोडुनी माया मोह पाश l रान वाटेवरी कितीदा विव्हळ्ती रानफुले. तिथेच सुखाचे जीवन त्यांचे मनास समजावीले l क्षणभंगुर जीवन त्यांचे दिस भरात कोमजते l आस जीवाला लावूनी जाते मन का हुरहुरते l. कवी: चैतन्य विनायक कन्हेरीकर. दि.९जुलै२५
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I wish I knew nothin'
I wish I never saw the truth
The truth is;
Everywhere, there is bad economy
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Can emit
light from a man
Man also producing
Light and spreading,
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The world doesn't seek truth or justice —
It seeks spectacle.
That's why people hover between two enemies,
Clapping for both, bleeding with none. 😀
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The Drums Will Beat Again
I will smile and dance
I will tell the world it's been long
Forever is not a promise
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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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