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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By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.
Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
Their still waters- still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.
By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,- by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
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Wild eyes—and faces ashen grey
That strain through lofty prison bars
To see the everlasting stars,
Then turn—to slumber as we may:
Even as we are, so are they,
And here is peace for all who know
The stars still follow where we go,
When heaven and earth have passed away.
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It was so lovely how we
Used to sit, bathed in golden light,
Eyes locked, a silent symphony,
And laughter echoing in the air.
But now we are strangers,
Ships passing in the night,
Holding grudges,
Choked by a heavy silence
Oh, how not so lovely!
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Prayer for rain has been sanctioned but now prayer for end of it goes on;
Cloud bursting rains and storms are too much to bear and all want change;
The hill station climate at the sea shore towns are wonderful act of Nature;
But rain with floods is most indigestible for all as a whole anywhere!
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She rose above the world's demands,
With courage strong, and gentle hands.
Defying norms that sought to bind,
She built her world, her heart unlined.
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She pens his name in hopes he'll stay, But finds the ink has slipped away. The greatest tragedy for her to face, Is when her muse leaves not a trace. The greatest loss for her to bear, Is when her muse is no longer there
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Tuesday morning, November 26, 2024, begun at 6: 55 a.m. and continued at 7: 14 a.m. and 7: 26 a.m.
'The ER is where people go when they are vulnerable and injured … Yet courts have interpreted the ER as an extension of the public street, generally permitting the police to engage in highly obtrusive searches and questioning there … Further, police investigations in the ER are enhanced by participation of medical professionals … '
—J.S. Song, 'Policing The Emergency Room', Harvard Law Review, Volume 134, Issue 8, June 2021
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i would recognize you in total darkness, were you mute and i deaf. i would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. and i would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion.
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Remember love our first trip to that new found planet, When our new born innocence met our curious imaginations and we began to travel and explore every inch ' of our beautiful bodies....Remember love my fearless wandering touch Who trespassed and searched for all your shy and hidden secret places, Then found your most divine and sacred thoughts discovered many new senses, feelings and gave you so many new ideas and experiences! i took your soaring faith through rivers, hidden valleys, scorching deserts and then to the soothing oasis. remember love when together we fought dragons saved kingdoms and discovered buried treasures Oh love! remember when together we climbed many mountains, gazed the world from those high peaks slept in dark caves naked and I licked the salt from underneath your firm breasts, and I held nothing from you, gave you everything I owned and possessed.......Remember love you're excited hurried welcome! then as I walked in you quietly locked the door behind us so I could not escape! .Remember love those passionate hot summer days remember those beautiful early mornings, orange sunsets wonderful playful midnights, intimate sunrises that made us dream of eternal lovemaking without a break! And then we would do it all over again! we were prisoners of each other's most sensual desires, and like innocent children we played, together, in bed on the floor, the shower, a hospital, on a tractor.....outside in the open, the ocean and in a small squeaky bed at the ywca! Oh love remember and never forget, how we laughed, smiled, moaned, sighed, and took huge big breaths on top of that old wooden desk! oh love remember! don't ever forget, now our wrinkled smiles and years ahead, space in between us.....miles from each other's embrace.......remember love the chilly winter's bliss! when our lips first touched and our young restless spirits kissed! our souls then collided amid a cold february wind.........the day I gave you my heart.......the day your passionate body gave in...... remember love.....our very first kiss! love you bb!
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Hypnotized by a moving ad
What was once despised now idolized
Wishing time would not move on
Frozen in what one wished not to be gone
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There are many things we understand…
things we are confident we know…
that through science and creativity
we have ascertained…
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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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