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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From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
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Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
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Beside the city
River is running to meet sea,
Mountain for touching sky,
Bee for taking honey
Birds are flying high.
Snail on the leave of tomatoes
Sucking flower glaring butter fly,
Numberless cricket coming far off
Burning and one by one die.
Green fields full of crops,
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Vegetations
In the walk-way-pothole
Frown our urban life!
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Cocoon cracks with wings,
butterfly's first flight begins—
eighteen candles blown
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a drift of olive leaves...
my Gazan friend's kin living
in various bombed schools
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oh, Father return home now,
I am alone sitting in the old,
the window of a mud house,
fearful eyes tearing full of waiting
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The watchers of our time stood tall,
Voices ringing across the vast savanna,
Their echoes swept through hills and valleys,
Preaching the ancient promise to the people,
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I voted today
And I voted my way,
I decided my own choice
I heard only my voice.
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Polyethene bags
From afar, blown by the wind
Are now in our pond!
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If you were any more pretty
the earth couldnt spin
Time would stop
and wait for you to walk in
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a chilly gust of wind, kisses the dying fall.....he says, goodbye my love......my sweet november, amazed in awwe! the foolish lover stares, in sarrow, his tired lonely eyes are joined by a few solemn rolling tear drops that quickly turn to ice. as the foolish lover says his last goodbye, the empty space.....gone now his lovely bride. and her attire....sings a willowed melody.dressed in autumn, orange, honey coloured opals beige and earthly browns. the lovers smile now converts a heavy laden frown.woosh! a sudden snow brings a jealous winter's storm alongside a frenzied rush...a frigid guest, a lonely cold that knumbs the wanting soul.with piercing eyes, a single look, and thus the autumn dies, kills the musik.....stiff and motionless, the lively water now is frozen.no more a happy spirit, now just a once forgotten corpse......laid to rest......inside the frozen brook. no joyful gesture, nor even a silent subtle breath, not a word, nor a glimpse, lest even a slight concern, pale and cold, that jealous winter comes, invites the lingering spirit......to die inside his icy cold abode.a true lady, now dressed in deep dark clouds and pale greys.....wearing brite white gloves....that proudly offer a solemn welcome, that craves the summer's fiery rays......a lonely thought, of gone and long past warm and sunny days.oh! That foolish love! .....as I remeber the widowed lover, of that beautiful lovely........dead.....but sweet november.........oh! That lovely sweet november! (love you! BB) (raw talent)
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See- saw is the life,
on their respective ends
sitting the glee and woe;
Upgoes the glee
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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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