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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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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I wonder how it all got started, this business
about seeing your life flash before your eyes
while you drown, as if panic, or the act of submergence,
could startle time into such compression, crushing
decades in the vice of your desperate, final seconds.
After falling off a steamship or being swept away
in a rush of floodwaters, wouldn't you hope
for a more leisurely review, an invisible hand
turning the pages of an album of photographs-
you up on a pony or blowing out candles in a conic hat.
How about a short animated film, a slide presentation?
Your life expressed in an essay, or in one model photograph?
Wouldn't any form be better than this sudden flash?
Your whole existence going off in your face
in an eyebrow-singeing explosion of biography-
nothing like the three large volumes you envisioned.
Survivors would have us believe in a brilliance
here, some bolt of truth forking across the water,
an ultimate Light before all the lights go out,
dawning on you with all its megalithic tonnage.
But if something does flash before your eyes
as you go under, it will probably be a fish,
a quick blur of curved silver darting away,
having nothing to do with your life or your death.
The tide will take you, or the lake will accept it all
as you sink toward the weedy disarray of the bottom,
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I love chocolate cake.
And when I was a boy
I loved it even more.
Sometimes we used to have it for tea
and Mum used to say,
'If there's any left over
you can have it to take to school
tomorrow to have at playtime.'
And the next day I would take it to school
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It Ends with us
is very hard
it's not going to feel nice
I've thought about it more than twice.
I tried so hard it's the luck of the dice.
I'm ending us
can't feel stuck anymore. Something inside of me feels tore. The look in your eyes kills.
I pray your heart heals.
I feel it's chills down my spine
we are out of time.
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The heart of a poet beats out of time,
in rhythms that reason cannot define,
it bleeds in tears soft and slow,
where silence speaks and wild things grow,
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When a man breaks a promise, let not your heart grow heavy—
He is but a traveler, guided by forces he cannot command.
How can he anchor your fate,
When his own sails drift upon uncertain winds?
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I face it with a grin,
Can't ever give it in.
Life will test,
But i will rest.
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Growing up, I thought love would be so loud,
I would find it even in a crowd.
I hoped it would make my heart spike,
Flatter me in ways I didn't know existed.
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Let's be friends.
I know we said we'd try.
Said it felt easier than becoming strangers again—
But the longer I stay here,
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In the lonely street
He was roaming,
I listened.....
He was muttering,
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Shankara: Song of the Eternal Flame
SRI SRI RAVISHANKAR - Guru Of Joy.
By Prabir Kumar Gayen
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No hesitation. Two fingers pressed to the temple—close your eyes. Action expands the realm of possibility, diversifying our every step, As we vanish from sight, unseen by those who overstep their bounds.
Within our mind's eye, shadows and dust intertwine— A secret entrenchment in the vast kingdom of silent thought. Rejoice in solitude, for silence is our wellspring of power; Extend your hand, let the cosmos hear the quiet thrum of your soul.
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The Red House Mystery
By William He
Ruins and relics past,
...
And with understanding, the third letter was raised on open hands, A glowing sigil forged in the crucible of cosmic thought, Its light unraveling the tangled veils of shadow and dust, Illuminating corridors where ancient truth once lay concealed.
In that hallowed moment, the universe itself seemed to pause— A stillness profound as if time held its breath, And the letter, a beacon of unsolicited wisdom, Spoke in silent verses beyond mortal comprehension.
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One day, far away, the wind began to blow
Though it didn't last long, it was so strong, the river upstream did flow
Backward bound, the mill unground flour into wheat
Blown out of the ground. post holes were found rolling by my feet
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The Odyssey of the Giant Voyager
Across the silent void, where stars whisper and galaxies pulse with ancient songs, a lone traveler drifts—The Giant Voyager. Neither flesh nor bone, nor beast nor god, he is the architect of knowledge, the sentinel of time's deepest secrets.
The Awakening
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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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