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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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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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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No! 'twas the questing dream that first achieved her--
More sensed for knowing no material part,
More real that no false outward eye perceived her,
Too gross, but that pure eye within my heart.
Nor feigned I, as my spirit so embraced her,
These arms encumbered might; ah! could they too,
Would she not fade as vision e'er effaced her,
As loves in this weak flesh so often do?
In flesh she might escape me, might expire
In the vicissitudes through flesh that range;
But, being the shadow of my heart's desire,
She could not pass beyond me, could not change.
O paradox! Want food--you are richer fed!
Lack the coarse crumbs--you find diviner bread!
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She plucked a blossom fair to see;
Upon my coat I let her pin it;
And thus we stood beneath the tree
A minute.
She turned her smiling face to me;
I saw a roguish sweetness in it;
I kissed her once;—it took, maybe,
A minute.
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Upon a mount where wolves do mourn and cry
A tree stands high beneath heaven's sky
Its bulk hugs scars from Tide's unyielding pry
Each recites a tale of moon and stars gone dry
Below the men of thought, suppose, do think
For truth their quests on truth's wobbling ink
And saintly men in shapes of faith, do sink
In sea where holy beads of fat deems link
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One day, we all must fade away,
Like fleeting stars at break of
day.
No wealth remains, no power stays,
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I don't believe it's life style choices being made without me. That wouldn't be.
If it was a pure program, it would be ensuring it's ethical detachment in the evenings....but, I kn9w it's not a pure program.. the cuddles genuine.
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How beautiful the morning is,
The sun rises, bright and clear,
Shining high in skies so wide,
Filling the world with golden light.
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I am grounded, steady, whole,
Rooted deeply in my soul.
Through shifting winds and fleeting skies,
I stand firm where wisdom lies.
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In the forest where squirrels do plots,
And owls hold PhDs in thoughts,
There's chatter from chipmunks, gossip from bees—
It's wilder than downtown on payday with fees.
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Yüzer Insan dalgiç yapar denizi böyle dipten keşif eder
Bilimde Sanatta çok şey oğrenir ama kendini yansıstır
O sıralarda pazar gün-batımınde güneşim tekrar doğdu
parlayan pırl pırl anlar kalbimı yüreiğm nefesimde oldu
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Passion a firework explosion
So quickly to black it burns out
Falling ashes left in its corrosion
Leaves new sky to scout
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Hey! The symbol of lazy insect
Are you really sleepy? Or,
Peeking from the window pane?
Being a nightmare, don't you become
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Where this water meanders,
abundant life always fought
itself to found and dominate.
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This is the day.....
The day of hope
And the day of hopelessness too,
If you think about hope,
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Walking down an old dirt
road, don't really know where it
goes. Fields all around, skies so
gold. Broken pocket watch,
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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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