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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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 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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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.
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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
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My to go its very good
So much born to very look
Go me sorry so well its
Very nice its very kids
Guy wall to its me well be
To get look its well to me
So me very so its good
Looked for it very blood
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Let not false lights your wandering soul beguile,
That which tempts you is a moonlit cheat,
A phantom's antic, spun with subtle wile,
Momentary specters, themselves do meet;
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कवी: चैतन्य विनायक कन्हेरीकर. अवचित्य महिला दिनाचे साधून का उधळीत मुक्ता फळे l. स्त्री स्वातंत्र्य मुक्ती आरक्षण संरक्षणाची खोटी मृगजळे llध्रुll. जरी झेप घेसी चंद्र मंगळावरी l कुठे जाळीती तुझा आरोप करून बंद दारी l. देवदासी कधी तू देवाची मुरळे ll१ll. अजुनी बुरख्यात लपविसी देह चंद्र मुख तुझे l किती सहशील अत्याचार दडपणाचे ओझे l तलाक त्रिवार बोलून उखडतील तुजला समजून बांडगुळे ll२ll. शल्यचिकित्सा जरी करसी देऊनी एनएसथेटेशिया भूल l. खेडोपाडी नासुटते तुज अजुनी चूल नी मूल l. अजूनही गांजलेले तू मागासलेली खुळेll ३ll. असंतुलित स्त्री-पुरुष जन्म मृत्यू-दर उपजते l वैरीण होते माय तुझी तुझ जन्मा आधी मारते l अजून निष्पाप असाह्य तू पुरुषी वर्चस्वामुळे ll४ll. टपली गिधाडे सभोवती नजरा चघळून पाहे l किती लाचार अगतिक तू जरी झगडू पाहे l. अजूनही होतो सौदा तुझा लावून बोली बाळे.ll५ll. कवी: चैतन्य विनायक कन्हेरीकर. दिनांक: १३मार्च२०१२
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Searching for what we didn't have we became what we are
Seeds ground into a salve, poverty kept in a stone jar
Seasoning that with passing years has lost its flavor
Sensations washed away in muddy tears, time its engraver
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Sweetened light I'm chasing through winds to see
Wishes of ends perfect inside ruby wheels
The dreaming of my heart grants as it steals
My future new flipped over on its heels
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Strength is a small and shaking hand,
though pressed by the cooing voice of a lying foe,
still refuses to yield to its demand,
And will not let the light of truth go.
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Une âme douce, avec la lumière qui brille à l'intérieur,
Une pureté qui embellit tout ce qu'elle fait,
Sa piété était un hymne silencieux et apaisant,
Le toucher de la compassion, qui guérit en douceur et ainsi,
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(A Poetic Anthem for SUNIL DESSELB)
On a day like this, the fire was born,
From secret prayers before the dawn.
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Who has held the oceans in his hands?
Who has numbered every grain of sand?
Kings and nations tremble at his voice
All creation rises to rejoice
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Well, this is quite beyond comprehension
I slipped into soft sleep and awoke here
After hours, in Abbey House Gallery
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So these years pass
Quickly slowly in trance
In pain in hollowness
That which was lost cannot be the retrieved
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Why I needed not to be dirty
With my foes
On duty should be my heart? !
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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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185
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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