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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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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Between going and staying
the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can’t be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.
Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.
The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.
I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.
The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.
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To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;
To whisper soft and quivering your name,
And drink the passion burning in your frame;
To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek,
And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak
Love words, mad words, dream words, sweet senseless words,
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I'll see to it,
I'll see to it that hope still stands,
that hands still reach,
that hearts still dare.
I'll see to it,
I'll see to it that light breaks through,
that wounds may heal,
that time still cares.
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I love the sun, yet love the moon even more,
For it lit my path when in darkness I walked,
Love is like an extended metaphor,
It continues through the years, solid as rocks.
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In a courtroom, two lawyers A and B were not just arguing about the case but also fighting over tea and coffee! As their arguments got heated, the judge understood that this was not just a legal fight—it was a battle of Ego! Seeing tempers rise, he gave his final decision: 'Drink only water! ' But the big question remains—will the fight between tea and coffee ever stop?
Once two Lawyers Mr.A and B stood,
Arguing loudly, as hard as they could!
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She walks in, her eyes like soft pencil lines.
She smiles when she looks at the waitress,
ordering a coffee.
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In silent serenity, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth,
Bound by a pulse, an irreplaceable bond takes form.
Soft whispers of love, a cradle of tender embrace,
A newborn's arrival fills hearts with boundless grace.
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Kindness levels were never really low:
Even though its progress may have been slow,
Advancing, it steadily and certainly did,
While not everyone may be aware of it.
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I've said, I will find a place to live,
Just a small heaven far from hellfire
A simple piece built just for me
To lay my head down in calmness
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It's a futile rage
Drives me to this page
When I saw those billionaires on that stage
I thought the love of money makes one small
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There once was a poet who rhymed all day,
in every sentence and in every way,
he tried to resist but what could he do,
his words just rhymed through and through,
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On a journey in search of roses,
through novels, stories, and every written line,
I inhale a fragrance blended with the maze of wandering.
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I've been watching you for what feels like forever now.
There's something about you — I just can't look away.
Those eyes… god, those forest teyes. They pull me in, making me lost.
like waves dragging me under, and I swear I can't breathe sometimes.
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Carve me gently with your touch,
let your lips slice through my skin.
Feast upon my whispered breath,
draw me deeper, pull me in.
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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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