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 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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Daybreak: the household slept.
I rose, blessed by the sun.
A horny fiend, I crept
out with my father's gun.
Let him dream of a child
obedient, angel-mind-
old no-sayer, robbed of power
by sleep. I knew my prize
who swooped home at this hour
with day-light riddled eyes
to his place on a high beam
in our old stables, to dream
light's useless time away.
I stood, holding my breath,
in urine-scented hay,
master of life and death,
a wisp-haired judge whose law
would punish beak and claw.
My first shot struck. He swayed,
ruined, beating his only
wing, as I watched, afraid
by the fallen gun, a lonely
child who believed death clean
and final, not this obscene
bundle of stuff that dropped,
and dribbled through the loose straw
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Keep me from going to sleep too soon
Or if I go to sleep too soon
Come wake me up. Come any hour
Of night. Come whistling up the road.
Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.
Make me get out of bed and come
And let you in and light a light.
Tell me the northern lights are on
And make me look. Or tell me clouds
Are doing something to the moon
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If an ant was crushed
Or a tall tree fell
Would the ant be buried
And would the dying leaves have stories to tell
Would it matter if the ant was a queen
Or if the tree beared fruit
Or only if the ant made a nest
Or how deep the path, a trees roots
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Its Friday night, and Im itching for some fun
Some warm little lady with nice hot buns
Got a bit of money, to buy me a little honey
To make my week feel a little more sunny
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GRUMPY TRUMPY IS A FAKER
HE'S SELLING JOKES LIKE CAKE
HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN A BAKER
MAYBE HIS FATHER WAS A QUAKER
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Just like a child again.
Looking to the sky, looking
to the wind. To feel you
within. As time stops and
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The mask slips for a moment,
making you aware
of the hidden face,
kept under wraps
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LET'S THROW THE EAGLE DOWN
WITH ITS GREEDY CLAWS
LET'S MOVE ON UP A HEAD
STRAIGHT TO THE LAND OF JAWS
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Heart still cries!
Time may be called the biggest healer
Yet grief doesn't abide with time limits.
In a sudden downpour it lashes out,
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Into the dream you come, unbidden,
A shadow forged from light, a storm concealed.
The delicate strands of my quiet haven,
Unravelled beneath your touch, unhealed.
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Cage was shaken
By the violent winds
The latch was broken
Wearing wings of hope
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M.I.T AND THE MILITARY INDUSTRY
THAT WAS A 'GOOD' IDEA
AMERICA FOUND A GOOD FRIEND
ON WHOM IT COULD DEPEND
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VLADIMIR TO BARRON
I DON'T THINK WE'LL GET PEACE
(Peace is the name of a dying racehorse)
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If GOD made a mistake
this one is his biggest
Rothschild's child giving birth
to a place in Palestine
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DEACTIVATION OF WEAPONS
BY: Chan Mongol
MARCH 18 2025
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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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