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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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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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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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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خزاں کی چشم ِ ہوس کا میں انتخاب جو ہُوں
سو میرا ٹوٹنا بنتا ہے اک گلاب جو ہوں
وہ کیوں کرے گا توجہ مری طرف عنبر
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One Seed planted in the earth, place of birth, sensing warmth of the womb
Drinking rain's milk, bursts a thread of silk, raising from the tomb
In a bed of the dead rooted, bread of life shooted, an umbilical vine
Giving power, a flower to flour, from the shrine of a divine design
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If we could see our loved ones,
within our dreams each night,
We wouldn't feel the heartache,
Of never to hold them tight.
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When I see you, the world feels right,
Like stars that shine in the quiet night.
Your smile is warm, your voice is kind,
You stay like music in my mind.
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They laugh with lips like honeyed lies,
But shade the truth behind their eyes.
A hug that hides a silent knife,
They dim the joy inside your life.
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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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"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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