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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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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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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Petulant priests, greedy
centurions, and one million
incensed gestures stand
between your love and me.
Your agape sacrifice
is reduced to colored glass,
vapid penance, and the
tedium of ritual.
Your footprints yet
mark the crest of
billowing seas but
your joy
fades upon the tablets
of ordained prophets.
Visit us again, Savior.
Your children, burdened with
disbelief, blinded by a patina
of wisdom,
carom down this vale of
fear. We cry for you
although we have lost
your name.
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
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It started with wonder, a whisper, a spark,
Steps unsure, yet moving through shadow and dark.
Each moment a lesson, each trial a bend,
A path full of questions that led to the end.
Hurrah, that is the sound of jubilation,
The journey is almost over,
In my sight I can see the finish line.
Maybe I am in Finish Border —
The end is near.
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The earth that is scorched with seed inside
Will bloom again in the spring.
The river that is frozen deep under ice
Will one day again forth spring.
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That which Is yet unseen
Prabir Kumar Gayen
It lies within, yet silence bears its weight,
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A Prophetic Poem of Legacy, War, and Divine Rising
I stood on the soil my sweat had sealed,
Where dreams were sown and wounds were healed,
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The screen yawns wide,
empty as the Nullarbor plain—
'no comments posted yet, ' it whispers,
a sign more accusatory than absent.
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I used to read all of your poems
but you don't write about me anymore.
Before you left
you gave me your eyes. You popped them out
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Whatever they were intended to be
they landed just right.Tumbling dice,
facets both sharp and ethereal, in a
shared moment of recognition which
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Layers of verdant curling Reed's around its neck
With its eyes like specs of moss ridden coal
Dancing around and with the blooms of daisy and clover
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Dear child of dreams and wild delight,
You chased the stars and feared no night.
You thought the world would make you whole,
But life will age your tender soul.
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napping on the job
swilling cappuccino foam
yawning all day long
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I chase illusion; despair descends
When the sun melts at noon, time reveals reality's truth.
Oh dear, whisper to my conscience:
A month has passed; the benches remain.
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He is someone
Who wants to lose it tonight,
I feel so
In my sensitive domain,
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The path was rugged, the nights were cold,
The dreams I carried felt too bold.
Each step was heavy, each door was closed,
Yet I pressed on, though no one knows.
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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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