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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Two floors up, at the corner of Hearst and Shattuck,
he's clamped for good
in an iron lung. When it's time to eat
he nudges his head a sweaty mile
to the edge of the pillow. It takes a while.
His brilliant bloodshot light-blue eyes
steer me from cupboard to fridge:
he would like his chicken burrito
cut into bite-size pieces,
a bent straw for his glass of water, please.
How does the body live its only life
in a cage? I watch him compute the distance
from bar to bar, and squeeze
between them
with a violent compression, a fury of bursting free
that doesn't last.
His will is a crowbar, angled to pry up
the rooted intractable weight
of matter. I watch him slyly, I check out
the way he does it. He
does it. But pain in its absolute privacy
weighs what it weighs.
I come here to study the soul, posing one question
a dozen ways, most of them silent.
"If I'm only a body," he laughs,
"I'm up shit creek." His laugh
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Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.
Now I was eight and very small,
And he was no whit bigger,
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, 'Nigger.'
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The Storm Within
I'm a big black hole
Trying to see the sun inside of me,
But I come to an end with the powerful storms
Storms that Zeus has made.
Lightning touches my chest like a warrior's sword:
Sharp, hard and distinct.
I'm crying like a newborn baby,
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Tons in the dept would lit the mild
Peer and never reconcile
Watch when the world despite the knight
A wretch would fulfill my nickest bright
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SOMETHING I LOOK AT-419
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
Before I Leave
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Written in the Stars, Found in You
Somewhere beyond the edges of constellations,
beyond the hush of time and the echo of light,
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There is a letter of love.
That cannot be opened in your heart
It is sealed within
You can surmise its content.
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He used to say I looked like a ballerina when I walked away from him.
Not when I arrived, not when I laughed, not when I cried,
only when I walked away.
As if distance gave me grace.
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I am here, inside the house of the Bard,
Where silence breathes, and spirits guard.
The wood, the stone — they softly sigh,
With voices that time could never deny.
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Slaves were made destitute of their homes.
Their ancestors and their world were left only with a song.
To remember where they came from.
Left with only a song nestling in their breast.
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In times like these, we call for God's hand,
As lives grow harder, no mercy in the land.
The market's cruel, it shows no tender grace,
Crushing dreams that once had held a brighter place.
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इति: चैतन्य विनायक कन्हेरीकर: जलाशयातून विहरती हंस विहंगम...उपज कुहू कुहू आम्रतरु तून निपजता...ओघळल्या सोन कलिका सोन चाफ्यातून...पिंजल्या कृष्ण ढगातून पूर्ण बिंबाचे लोभस दर्शन....सखे चंद्रमुख केसा आडूनी हसले...लोभस...अवर्णनी डोकावले दर्पणी...इति: चैतन्य विनायक कन्हेरीकर. दि.३१मे२०२५.
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Never doubt my love dear,
never, never...
Doubt that we are living on this earth,
...
Doubt that we are living on earth,
doubt that the sun gives us the light,
doubt that the water keeps
our lives here,
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Perhaps
they can kill a defenseless poet
with their various weapons،
anyone:
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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
...
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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