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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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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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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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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When on the sandy shore I sit,
Beside the salt sea-wave,
And fall into a weeping fit
Because I dare not shave -
A little whisper at my ear
Enquires the reason of my fear.
I answer "If that ruffian Jones
Should recognise me here,
He'd bellow out my name in tones
Offensive to the ear:
He chaffs me so on being stout
(A thing that always puts me out)."
Ah me! I see him on the cliff!
Farewell, farewell to hope,
If he should look this way, and if
He's got his telescope!
To whatsoever place I flee,
My odious rival follows me!
For every night, and everywhere,
I meet him out at dinner;
And when I've found some charming fair,
And vowed to die or win her,
The wretch (he's thin and I am stout)
Is sure to come and cut me out!
The girls (just like them!) all agree
To praise J. Jones, Esquire:
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I am a feather on the bright sky
I am the blue horse that runs in the plain
I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water
I am the shadow that follows a child
I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows
I am an eagle playing with the wind
I am a cluster of bright beads
I am the farthest star
I am the cold of the dawn
I am the roaring of the rain
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I remember the day my whole world changed,
My name in their mouths felt twisted and strange.
I walked through the hallway, head down low,
Feeling the weight of things I didn't even know.
They stared and they whispered, then looked away fast,
Like I was a joke that was meant to last.
Every laugh felt sharp, like it cut through my skin,
And I kept asking myself, where do I even begin?
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Breakfast In America
Waking up to Orlando's sun
For another day of great fun
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My eyes search for you in dreams,
where light passes through your absence.
Love flows like a river carrying silence,
and every smile of yours echoes within me.
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Not a headline but the horizon devouring itself in flame.
Not a rumor but the firmament torn wide,
a wounded drum
beaten by iron hands.
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In the hush of a divided dawn,
When tempests lingered, hope seemed drawn,
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What a bright day it is, to feel alive.
To finally wake from a dream where everything once felt perfect
only to realize that perfect was never really perfect at all.
Now I maneuver through the ways of life,
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Such Ambience At Ford's Garage
Hey, Porter fly me to Orlando
A place Henry and I wanna go
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In quiet hours of rest
An image of punching bag flashes through my mind.
A subtle message it sends!
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Behold the little fountain,
Calling forth your soul,
Reflecting every star,
Like the sky in a bowl.
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ಚಿಲಿಪಿಲಿ ನಿನಾದದ ಸಂಗೀತ ಮೊಳಗಿಸುವ ಮುಂಜಾವಿನ
ರಾಗದಲಿ ದನಿಗೂಡಿಸಿ ಸಂಗೀತದ ಸವಿಜೇನ ಸವಿಯಲೇ,
ಇಲ್ಲ, ಹಳಸಿದ ಯೇೂಚನೆಗಳ ಕಿರಿಕಿರಯ ಅಡ್ಡ -ಹರಿವಿನ,
ಚುಚ್ಚಿ ಬೆಚ್ಚಿಬೀಳಿಸುವ ತಾರತಮ್ಯ ಗಳ ನಡುವೆ ಸರಿಯಲೇ?
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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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