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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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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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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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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I love thy music, mellow bell,
I love thine iron chime,
To life or death, to heaven or hell,
Which calls the sons of Time.
Thy voice upon the deep
The home-bound sea-boy hails,
It charms his cares to sleep,
It cheers him as he sails.
To house of God and heavenly joys
Thy summons called our sires,
And good men thought thy sacred voice
Disarmed the thunder's fires.
And soon thy music, sad death-bell,
Shall lift its notes once more,
And mix my requiem with the wind
That sweeps my native shore.
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Sons of the mountains of Scotland,
Welshmen of coomb and defile,
Breed of the moors of England,
Children of Erin's green isle,
We stand four square to the tempest,
Whatever the battering hail-
No foe shall gather our harvest,
Or sit on our stockyard rail.
Our women shall walk in honour,
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Feathers floating in the air
came out of nowhere
glitters sparkling in my arms and my face
couldn't find the trace
your name everywhere
I wish you were here by my side
embracing your soul too hard
holding on to what might have been
where have you been?
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The wind brushes the leaves, so I can hear
the forest's noisy hum,
The silver grasses sway on mounds;
by lakes, reeds softly drum.
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Awoken early on a bed,
I startled by the morning chill,
The daily temperature range grow
Continuously deeper still.
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On a rainy day,
Streaming down is the heavy rain
It's good for me to hear the rhythm of rain.
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A lone boat cuts across the river,
the clear rocks on riverside gleam and glow,
While the far-off sky is veiled in slanted
lines of drifting, it's finely snow.
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Can You Hear? Late fall, silent dawn, my dear,
The sound when the wind is sweeping past. Can you hear?
The leaves which lonely startled and surprised on branches
Are screaming, dancing on twigs of the outer flanches?
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The Criminal
Where is my book?
The one I read everyday.
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ভালোবাসার নিয়ম বলে -
হৃদয় যদি দাও, তবে তা যেন হয় অনন্তকালীন।
ভাগ করে নয়, পুরোটা নিবেদন করো।
ভালোবাসা চায় স্থিরতা ও গভীরতা,
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Beneath the willows, Li Po lay,
A cup of wine to end the day.
The moonlight wove its silver thread,
Through ancient rivers, soft his bed.
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raven shadow
after raven shadow...
COP29
opens and closes as the banner
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To Arthur C.Clerk's space odyssey
The questioning reality and mythic_magic human condition
into
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This long voyage in the mirror hath brought
a dream back home;
that I have come to this impasse,
a feeling of cold numbness passes o'er
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I sought the road where shadows fade,
Beyond the dusk, beyond the dawn,
Where steadfast hearts are unafraid,
And weary souls press ever on.
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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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