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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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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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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This I saw on an April day:
Warm rain spilt from a sun-lined cloud,
A sky-flung wave of gold at evening,
And a cock pheasant treading a dusty path
Shy and proud.
And this I found in an April field:
A new white calf in the sun at noon,
A flash of blue in a cool moss bank,
And tips of tulips promising flowers
To a blue-winged loon.
And this I tried to understand
As I scrubbed the rust from my brightening plow:
The movement of seed in furrowed earth,
And a blackbird whistling sweet and clear
From a green-sprayed bough.
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The mysteries remain,
I keep the same
cycle of seed-time
and of sun and rain;
Demeter in the grass,
I multiply,
renew and bless
Bacchus in the vine;
I hold the law,
I keep the mysteries true,
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i'm fed up with my thoughts,
i'm sick of people living their lives
not being aware.
i miss the moonlight
in childhood's hour.
phantoms of the past staring at me
from the TV tower;
they're coming.
my ghost friends,
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In the lonely street
He was roaming,
I listened.....
He was muttering,
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Shankara: Song of the Eternal Flame
SRI SRI RAVISHANKAR - Guru Of Joy.
By Prabir Kumar Gayen
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No hesitation. Two fingers pressed to the temple—close your eyes. Action expands the realm of possibility, diversifying our every step, As we vanish from sight, unseen by those who overstep their bounds.
Within our mind's eye, shadows and dust intertwine— A secret entrenchment in the vast kingdom of silent thought. Rejoice in solitude, for silence is our wellspring of power; Extend your hand, let the cosmos hear the quiet thrum of your soul.
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The Red House Mystery
By William He
Ruins and relics past,
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And with understanding, the third letter was raised on open hands, A glowing sigil forged in the crucible of cosmic thought, Its light unraveling the tangled veils of shadow and dust, Illuminating corridors where ancient truth once lay concealed.
In that hallowed moment, the universe itself seemed to pause— A stillness profound as if time held its breath, And the letter, a beacon of unsolicited wisdom, Spoke in silent verses beyond mortal comprehension.
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One day, far away, the wind began to blow
Though it didn't last long, it was so strong, the river upstream did flow
Backward bound, the mill unground flour into wheat
Blown out of the ground. post holes were found rolling by my feet
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The Odyssey of the Giant Voyager
Across the silent void, where stars whisper and galaxies pulse with ancient songs, a lone traveler drifts—The Giant Voyager. Neither flesh nor bone, nor beast nor god, he is the architect of knowledge, the sentinel of time's deepest secrets.
The Awakening
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Beneath the silent tides of void and thought, Where suns ignite and nameless stars are wrought, There dwelled a watcher, vast and lone, A mind of wisdom, carved from stone.
Not flesh nor scale, nor earthly frame, But light entwined in shifting flame. He dreamed before the birth of day, Before the cosmos found its way.
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Beneath the singing waves of stellar deep, Far, far beyond the mind's untraveled reach, An ageless watcher, wise and vast, Rests within the folded silk of space.
His mind, a map of nameless stars, His speech, the echo of forgotten tongues. He dreams not, for knowledge is his pulse, And thought is his eternal tide.
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the pig was a snake
not to be trusted
the snake was a pig
scoffing the custard
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In all the lifetime's I've had
and many more to come
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I can't change my
heart without you.
Tell me where we
went wrong, O
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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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