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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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 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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No crooked leg, no bleared eye,
No part deformed out of kind,
Nor yet so ugly half can be
As is the inward suspicious mind.
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Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
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It was just like yesterday
when we sat on your porch
feeding the kookaburras
you folded mince
between your fingertips
and placed it on the railing
knowing that at any moment
the birds would fly in
it was one of those mornings
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...learning the ceiling
before the floor
—how a day is shaped,
or air keeps its measure,
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In the sweating armpit of a cloud, beads condense and run downward in drips
The heated steam of a Turkish bath obscures one's vision
Not to slip one grips rain, not to fall in derision
Collision with hard ground, a painful sound in such a soft dream
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Who Makes the Rules?
Parents make the rules
When you are a child,
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My heart is burning with love
All can see this flame
My heart is pulsing with passion
Like waves on an ocean
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Woe to the kings in robes of light,
who hide their hands from deeds of night;
they speak of peace, yet sharpen spears,
and build their thrones on mothers' tears.
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Maybe tomorrow
The sun might never shine, and this might spell the end, to all mankind.
Maybe tomorrow
A baby might be born, who will lead the world, though any future coming storm.
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Broken hearts and broken dreams always seem to go together—
you set your standards way too high, then find you cannot weather.
At the time you felt that you could climb the highest peak,
take on any task; you thought it all would come so easy,
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He met her just the other day
When the sky was all but gray
He'd been learning how to hide
Every crack he kept inside
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I do not know
what waits beyond this bend in the road.
I cannot see the shape of tomorrow,
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Look within, a gentle quest,
To find the shadows in your breast.
The grumpy thoughts, the hurtful way,
You face them now, and greet the day.
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Dear God, now I lay us down to sleep. I pray you cover us all and our souls you keep. Protect our kids both young and grown. Teach them the right path to which needs known. Keep us sane when we want to fall apart. Bless our bodies must of all our heart. Allow us all to grow stronger and closer to you each day. As we seek your kingdom when there's no more to do or say. Please humble our minds, put our worries at ease. Bless us all with your coverage, restoration, healing, and mercy please. We trust and leave everything in your care. For we know when there's no one else, you're always there. We smile tonight knowing tomorrow will be a better day. Because we'll be blessed with another opportunity to do things your way. So to sleep we go for now. Thanks for everything, gratefully your humble child. Amen😊😊
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Blundering hard
in discontent,
down to the lower levels
with time soon spent,
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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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