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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It's not exile, homes and families behind
us, where we meet. It happens anywhere,
now: a stateless
state of no name, quietly seceding
from the crumbling empires round us,
without stamps or Eurovision entries.
No-one does it with a rough guide in a week.
You inhabit it
or nothing. Like this: in a pavement cafe
you blink and you seem to surprise them,
the crowd, all its separate faces at once,
coming out of solution like crystals,
like a rush of starlings
or the breeze that lifts the canvas awning
now and dents your cappuccino froth
with a crisp little sound. And that's it:
between breaths, just between you and me
as if; yes,
QED. You are received. This is
the freedom of the city, and the key
to the kingdom, and its borders ripple
outwards like a frill of breaking wave
onto flat sand,
a wavering line already fading leaving
spume-flecks high and dry,
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Maiden-poet, come with me
To the heaped up cairn of Maeve,
And there we'll dance a fairy dance
Upon a fairy's grave.
In and out among the trees,
Filling all the night with sound,
The morning, strung upon her star,
Shall chase us round and round.
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It's not too late to let it go,
All those times I had to sow,
But this time, I won't hide away,
I want to speak, come what may.
You may call me the monster, it's true,
But we all have secrets, me and you.
I realized it, now I know,
Time is short, and it steals the show.
Can you see it the way I do?
Or is it just the end coming through?
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My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.
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Who is like You, O Lord, in all the earth?
He who breathes galaxies as easily as men exhale,
He who paints the sky with colors no eye has named
And yet stoops low to cradle the sparrow in His hand.
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Boat Sailing on a Summer Day
By William He
The hush of summer settles in,
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I will marry myself.
I will be my hubby to myself.
I will be my wifey to myself.
I will be my best friend to myself.
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No longer
Do I speak to you.
I have outgrown your lies,
Your sweet, honeyed fairy tales,
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In this cruel world the lioness lived
so much different, they all believe
But I stood still and saw her beauty
her face her body and gave my duty
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If I had to be reborn
I would like to be a cat.
Why, you ask, a cat?
Well, then, do you not know
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Still Motherless
I miss you in every flower the wind dares to touch—
as if nature itself remembers your gentleness.
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SOMETHING I LOOK AT- 416
BY- SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
As I Slowly Move Toward the End
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That god damn folder
"Receipts"
Like all that pain was something other than what it was, a case I was trying to solve
"Hey wyd"
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A Sisterhood Forged in Grace
A is for Amazed, how far we've come—
Since 2005, two hearts as one.
Not just friends, but soul-bound kin,
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My Own Life (Ruin Song) '
(for Another Poem for My Demons) *
The creatures whisper my name
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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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