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 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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers
animal vines twisting over the line and
slapping my face lightly, soundless merriment
in the gesticulations of shirtsleeves,
I recall out of my joy a night of misery
walking in the dark and the wind over broken earth,
halfmade foundations and unfinished
drainage trenches and the spaced-out
circles of glaring light
marking streets that were to be
walking with you but so far from you,
and now alone in October's
first decision towards winter, so close to you--
my arms full of playful rebellious linen, a freighter
going down-river two blocks away, outward bound,
the green wolf-eyes of the Harborside Terminal
glittering on the Jersey shore,
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All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -
Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.
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Ah, what do I do over here,
Me straining with a tear,
Playing there with such a burden,
Sliding the curtain,
Now trying hard,
Being a guard,
While the clock goes tick-tock,
Hitting hard with such a knock,
Ah, what do I do over here,
Listen, can you hear?
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𝑨 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍, 𝒊𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔,
𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.
𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆,
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Is this a gift me from above or a reward -
A look of almond-shaped eyes, black like coal?
You are a genius of the poetic word,
Who dear to my heart and is delight of soul.
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'Even when you push me away, I will be patient. Even when you feel unworthy of love, I will love you harder. My loyalty is not conditional on your happiness or your ease. I am here for the messy, beautiful, complicated truth of who you are. I am not afraid of your sadness. I am not afraid of the hard days. I am here, and I am not leaving.
When you doubt yourself, let me be the voice that speaks encouragement. When you feel forgotten, let me be the proof that you are remembered and valued. I will hold you in your pain, believing in your healing even when you can't. I will walk beside you, step by step, never rushing, never lagging, always matching your pace.
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'Sometimes, all I can offer is my presence. But I believe that presence, offered with love and without condition, is one of the strongest gifts anyone can give. I can't always understand everything you feel, but I will always try. Your sadness will never scare me away. Your struggles will never make me love you less. If anything, they make me want to hold you closer, to remind you again and again that you are loved, exactly as you are.
You do not have to pretend with me. You don't have to paste on a smile or hide your pain behind laughter. I see you—all of you—and I am staying. I choose you, on your best days and your worst. When you feel unlovable, I will be there reminding you of all the ways you are cherished. When you feel invisible, I will be the one who sees you, who notices the small things you think no one cares about.
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'When you feel sad, I want you to remember that you have me, okay? I know the world can be heavy, and sometimes the weight of it all feels impossible to carry alone. I can't promise to fix everything, and I can't always take away the pain. But I can promise that you'll never have to face your darkness without someone reaching for your hand. No matter how lost you feel, no matter how deep the night gets, I'll be right there beside you, holding on, refusing to let you go.
I may not always know the perfect words to say. Sometimes my comfort will be quiet, just a silent presence sitting next to you as you untangle your thoughts. Even in the moments when we don't speak, I hope you feel my love wrapped around you, steady and certain. I may not have all the answers, but I have endless patience for your questions, your fears, and your tears. You never have to apologize for your feelings. You never have to hide the parts of yourself that ache.
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Not a man I know of plumed hat on knees
in ruffled feathers,
whose barefooted shoe-horse in the stable
blows the trumpet horn,
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Sign of seldom ragged rivers;
Peace and not the alter bears
Swish and bulk the autumn flats:
Nuts and coins; a lunky greets
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40 years ago,
The clarion call rang clear:
'Cut one tree — plant three! '
They took heed —
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Two souls, deeply drawn, intensely desired,
Their connection magnetic, a love that inspired.
In lingering gazes, comfortable silences, and unspoken feelings too,
Their hearts beat as one, in a love that shone true.
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A homesick heart, I wander free,
Longing for moments lost to memory.
Not grand or dramatic, but everyday delights,
Echoes of laughter, whispers of warm nights.
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All who slept tonight for ever!
Although had been away from me,
Never known to me;
Neither ill will nor enmity,
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They took our country from us,
They took our lands from us.
Yet could not chain our voice,
Nor silence freedom's poise.
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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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