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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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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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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We cannot kindle when we will
The fire which in the heart resides;
The spirit bloweth and is still,
In mystery our soul abides.
But tasks in hours of insight will'd
Can be through hours of gloom fulfill'd.
With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish 'twere done.
Not till the hours of light return,
All we have built do we discern.
Then, when the clouds are off the soul,
When thou dost bask in Nature's eye,
Ask, how she view'd thy self-control,
Thy struggling, task'd morality--
Nature, whose free, light, cheerful air,
Oft made thee, in thy gloom, despair.
And she, whose censure thou dost dread,
Whose eye thou wast afraid to seek,
See, on her face a glow is spread,
A strong emotion on her cheek!
'Ah, child!' she cries, 'that strife divine,
Whence was it, for it is not mine?
'There is no effort on my brow--
I do not strive, I do not weep;
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I Celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from this soil,
this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and
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Mintu Das
In a whirlpool of stiff breathing
My pen remains silent
Fretfulness of trying times all round
The child workers, browbeaten, could not even
Make me weep
Hard actualities of common men
Do not even leave any mark
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The church is still five blocks away.
Garry dragged his feet,
feeling heavy his left shoulder
as if someone is sitting there.
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Behind the bamboo trees, He slow tiptoed
a minute ere! She's pulled by a silvery troll
of impish smirks and peurile jeers that flowed
through thorny recesses and touched her soul.
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Krishna, Krishna, a showering manna from sky!
Hari, hey Govinda... a nascent Spring well nigh!
O' Kesava...a floral dart kissing the heart!
Aye Gopala... a mead on lips, cool kohl to eye!
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What sin He did, that little kid, so cute,
So sweet, a toddler, not even one
Year old. For God of Gods this crime doesn't suit.
Sans ruth You chopped His head and felt you won.
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LORD VENKATESARA
Prostrations to you O Lord of seven hills
You're here on top and Ma Manga on ground.
At midnight hours poor Lord you cross the sills
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His colour beautiful, a mix of black
and blue, as if the scattered nimbus mists
were sprinkled over welkin's void mosaic...
there Royal Ram, the courtiers amidst.
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Why go around for alms from street to street
O Shiva Lord, in hands, with empty skull?
Come to my home. With water sweet Your feet
I wash and offer fruits sweet, belly full.
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I don't blame you for anything! I don't!
I don't find fault for all my misery
Great pain and woe with you O Lord! I don't!
I stand erect and amble around free!
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Behold, the Lord is meditating 'Om'!
Don't make you sound! Don't even flutter your
Eyelids! Don't ruffle pages of your tome!
To reigning quietude you just lend you ear.
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There is something you don't know.
Even if you know there is pain of inability.
Do you know
about the third dimension of a coin? !
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It's pious Kailasa mountain range with snow
Topped tallest trees, huge rocks and chilly wind.
Some swans and eagles big are flying low.
That mystic mountain range none could ascend.
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An aging mind is like a ripened fruit.
There're buzzing flies around; no butterflies.
When just a bud she vied for leering eyes
that loud exclaimed and praised her petals cute.
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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 a 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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