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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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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A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,-
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head
Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home
Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.
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That time my grandmother dragged me
through the perfume aisles at Saks, she held me up
by my arm, hissing, "Stand up,"
through clenched teeth, her eyes
bright as a dog's
cornered in the light.
She said it over and over,
as if she were Jesus,
and I were dead.She had been
solid as a tree,
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Two lonely people met,
with suicide thoughts in their heads.
Slowly, they completed each other,
by the healing of one another.
Both loved each other's company,
but did not know what was written in their destiny.
They thought it was finally the best,
yet it ended by leaving each other in a complete mess.
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Spilling Blood From The Cradle Of Life
With a stroke of his brush
He's painted them ENEMY
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'Useless Les' knew that something was missing from his life.
'Useless Les' had heard that the 'missing piece' in our lives
And the tranquil 'missing peace' in our hearts can be found today.
They had been made available for 2,000 years.
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Between the morning and sunsetwith every twist and turn
none but he moves alone
like a whizzing train
to reach at the destination
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I'm as gentle as the winter sunshine
also, as strong as a thousand tsunami
i'm not born to be destroyed- by air, water, fire, or a season
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What is this life for,
if you rear someone since childhood
who seems very dear to you
but she goes away in youth
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L ife's symphony in words rings into everybody's ears showing
I ts indispensable parts with all of its pleasures and tears
T hough time has 'en very elusive but a writer holds it in cheers
E xclaiming often in awe and wonder its potency to bring in
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While the weary sun was fast asleep in the distant hill
she rose up on her terrace aisle
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A voice at the door, cool!
so softly calling'- 'open the door'.
who's at this undesired hour?
- a beggar or a kin…who art thou?
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This street I passed just days before
Above the ground afloat
A smile lit my upturned face
Life was a sailing boat
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A heart that believes, a spirit that knows,
That's where the Christian journey truly grows.
No building of stone, no pew to be found,
Can hold the vast love that circles around.
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A pigeon perched upon a pole!
I watched him in my street!
Content to stay there on the whole,
So fluffy and so sweet!
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It hadn't hit me, I wondered why -
it all seemed so surreal
until a memory melded in my mind then formed in a tear
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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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