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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where we come from, sometimes, beauty
floats around us like clouds
the way leaves rustle in the breeze
and cornbread and barbecue swing out the backdoor
and tease all our senses as the sun goes down.
dreams and memories rest by fences
Texas accents rev up like our engines
customized sparkling powerful as the arms
that hold us tightly black n fragrant
reminding us that once we slept and loved
to the scents of magnolia and frangipani
once when we looked toward the skies
we could see something as lovely as our children's
smiles white n glistenin' clear of fear or shame
young girls in braids as precious as gold
find out that sex is not just bein' touched
but in the swing of their hips the light fallin cross
a softbrown cheek or the movement of a mere finger
to a lip many lips inviting kisses southern
and hip as any one lanky brother in the heat
of a laid back sunday rich as a big mama still
in love with the idea of love how we play at lovin'
even riskin' all common sense cause we are as fantastical
as any chimera or magical flowers where breasts entice
and disguise the racing pounding of our hearts
as the music that we are
hard core blues low bass voices crooning
straight outta Compton melodies so pretty
they nasty cruising the Harbor Freeway
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I'll tell you something: every day
people are dying. And that's just the beginning.
Every day, in funeral homes, new widows are born,
new orphans. They sit with their hands folded,
trying to decide about this new life.
Then they're in the cemetery, some of them
for the first time. They're frightened of crying,
sometimes of not crying. Someone leans over,
tells them what to do next, which might mean
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trama
you flinch when I move towards you
you cry when I leave
you're scared to be alone
he hit you
he left you beaten
he left you alone trapped
but you will never leave him till it
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From angels to birds
The singing is heard.
Hallelujah, hallelujah.
Have you heard the word?
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The Military Garden
Has me questioning
Is there any rest for the dead?
Does a military medal
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There's an old house
In the village still—
Perched alone
On a hill.
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Deep from within her grave
At Brompton Cemetery,
As the rain turned to sleet
And then a light dusting of snow,
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Has your hand ever extended fully, to us
To let us climb into blissful safety
When it feels as such, it is but for a moment
Not enough time even, to hold it
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Some folks do say
That strange things happen hereabouts
When the sun goes down and the moon
Resides in heavenly clouds
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Thorny leaves that represent pain,
Sin and punishment, and enduring life
These are what's left after scratching Apollo's face
Rebuff his continued advances
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कवि: चैतन्य विनायक कन्हेरीकर. बेभान झाला वारा भिडे आभाळाला मातीl
ढग दाटून हे काळे ओले पाऊसाचे मोती, आले पाऊसाचे मोती llध्रुll. रान वाटेवरी कोठे कोवळी पालवीl.
हिरवाईत लपे कोकीळही गाई l. सरीवर सरी येता भिजे चिंब पाठ ओली ll१ll. ओल्या पावसात कोवळे उन मिसळावे l. डोंगर आभाळी इंद्रधनु झळकावेl. ढग दाटून येता झाली दिवसाही राती ll२ll. ओल्या थेंबात भिजल्या उमलल्या जाईजुई l पिसरा फुलवून मोर नाचे थुईथुई l.
डोंगर माथी गवत तुरे डोलती ll३ll. ओल्या पंखात पाखरे उबेत झोपली लपलीl. वाऱ्यावर डोले फांदी फांदी घरटी झुललीl उधाण ओढे नाले अमृताते पाझरतीl कवि: चैतन्य विनायक कन्हेरीकर.दि.१जून२५
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No one expects an angel to set the world on fire
With wings once snow, now have different coverage.
She came not with song, nor the morning's sire,
But with storms in her eyes, and nothing but rage.
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There is a circular serpent swallowing its tail.
Representing eternal life in the gated catacombs
Of Brompton Cemetery, London, which houses
Both saints and sinners alike.
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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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