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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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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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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep into love.
We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
But going back toward childhood will not help.
The village is not better than Pittsburgh.
Only Pittsburgh is more than Pittsburgh.
Rome is better than Rome in the same way the sound
of raccoon tongues licking the inside walls
of the garbage tub is more than the stir
of them in the muck of the garbage. Love is not
enough. We die and are put into the earth forever.
We should insist while there is still time. We must
eat through the wildness of her sweet body already
in our bed to reach the body within that body.
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BURYING friends is not a pomp,
Not, indeed, Roman:
Lacking the monument,
Heroic stone;
Nor is it an obscuring parasol,
The pad of customary gloves and cries
And a black leather mourning-carriage
Hung between death and the beholder's eyes.
This little bin of cancelled flesh
Strode the earth once,
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When the world is in chaos, my eyes seek only you.
Run to me, and I will embrace you with warmth,
shielding you from the storm that rages beyond us.
No matter how loud the world becomes,
your voice is the only sound I wish to hear.
Amidst the wreckage, you are my anchor, my refuge.
I long to rise with you, to walk hand in hand into the unknown, to carve a future, where our hearts beat as one.
With you, fear fades and dreams take flight.
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Star Galaxy, a spiral kind,
has imagery that brings to mind
a star of wonderment on high
that gracefully adorns the sky
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Through the hills, by plains I did embark,
Upon a charge both grievous, hard, and steep.
A tempest against the heavens leave its mark,
Twixt sable clouds, and furious winds did leap.
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Nature, my muse, has taught me to tend
Echoing greens, without which, life is hard,
To tell the bird the garden's joys, and be friend
Then mend his song of mournful heart, as a bard.
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Look at you now — how time swiftly flies,
From lullabies hummed to your own melodies that rise.
With strings and with rhythm, your soul found its song,
A beat all your own, steady, bold, and strong.
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I walked through flames that did not burn,
But left their ash upon my soul,
Each scar a silent page I turned—
Each tear, a prayer I couldn't control.
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Mama, if you're listening, talk to God. Talk to Him about me. Because I can't even tell what I feel anymore. I don't feel sadness or anger—I feel nothing. And yet everything hurts.
The world is colder than I remember. I've forgotten what it means to feel safe. I try to rest my head somewhere, anywhere, but no place feels like home anymore. Not this bed. Not this body. Not this life.
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He will not need to ask your pain,
He'll feel it beating in your name.
No mask, no role you need to play,
He'll love your night and light of day.
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Sleeping beside you, my favourite soul
Is heaven on earth, making my heart whole
Not because of the bed or the blanket so fine
But because of the love, that's forever intertwined
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The gentleman comes
And slowly proceeds
Towards it,
Just a gentle smile in his face!
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Worst are when the trees are too high blazing in the autumn sun
Even with hope though it's not easy to get past the branches
Embrace the bark and as each piece flakes upon stepping on it
Value the time you have with the leaves now a few bites can't hurt
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Whose mind shall rest now
Whence the body is to bow
A lifelong ballad it has become
Where to go? Where to have some
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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
...
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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