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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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 free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.
Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
Their still waters- still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.
By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,- by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
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Wild eyes—and faces ashen grey
That strain through lofty prison bars
To see the everlasting stars,
Then turn—to slumber as we may:
Even as we are, so are they,
And here is peace for all who know
The stars still follow where we go,
When heaven and earth have passed away.
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It was so lovely how we
Used to sit, bathed in golden light,
Eyes locked, a silent symphony,
And laughter echoing in the air.
But now we are strangers,
Ships passing in the night,
Holding grudges,
Choked by a heavy silence
Oh, how not so lovely!
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Oh candle, oh melting candle,
I am an ancient shaman.
From the bison-cave-forest's edge,
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The sun robs the night
of her darkest possessions
and day breaks itself.
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The miracle of love unites two hearts
One heart beating in two, as in me and you
Your tenderness awakes me as morn starts
Your love keeps me warm beneath heavens' hue.
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Kisi nazar mein kashish aisi, ke dil thehar jaye
Chahne wale ka har zakhm, khud sanwar jaye
Yeh jo lams hai tera, yeh jadoo ka raaz sa
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Tuesday morning, November 26, 2024, begun at 8: 58 a.m. and continued at 9: 16 a.m.; completed and published at 9: 20 a.m.
'The boldness of language supervenes our actual experience… It creates the world … It's whole necessity is metaphor … What should we say? Nothing to say of ourselves and … the world is a silence … All we say is metaphor which asserts at once our unknowing, and our need to state in some language what we don't know. How we love … '
—William Bronk, 'Costume As Metaphor', from A Partial Glossary: Two Essays
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Her eyes are `blue fire. `Her long hair `golden wheat. `Succulent `her lips are. `Her skin is `soft to touch. `Her voice taught `birds to sing. `Her gaze will `enthrall you. `She is a `Greek goddess, `her body a `perfect sculptujre.
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Death-covered clouds
Obscuring now
Such innocence
Of youth lost then
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I danced and played with life each day,
It lent me tools to nurture my peace.
Through storms and trials, I found my way,
Life smiled, its light would never cease.
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Winter begins; sunlight pierces
Clouds, thick and pale as wool.
Abandoned nests, winged whispers—
Birds vanish to winter capitals,
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Death is the `only way `to check out. `We are doomed `from the start. `Did we choose `to disobey? `We can't stop `from sinning. `Adam made `sure of that. `The wages `of sin-death. `Is that fair? `I don't know. `All I know `the horror `will not stop. `Nov.2024
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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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