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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The city's all a-shining
Beneath a fickle sun,
A gay young wind's a-blowing,
The little shower is done.
But the rain-drops still are clinging
And falling one by one -
Oh it's Paris, it's Paris,
And spring-time has begun.
I know the Bois is twinkling
In a sort of hazy sheen,
And down the Champs the gray old arch
Stands cold and still between.
But the walk is flecked with sunlight
Where the great acacias lean,
Oh it's Paris, it's Paris,
And the leaves are growing green.
The sun's gone in, the sparkle's dead,
There falls a dash of rain,
But who would care when such an air
Comes blowing up the Seine?
And still Ninette sits sewing
Beside her window-pane,
When it's Paris, it's Paris,
And spring-time's come again.
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WHEN cold December
Froze to grisamber
The jangling bells on the sweet rose-trees--
Then fading slow
And furred is the snow
As the almond's sweet husk--
And smelling like musk.
The snow amygdaline
Under the eglantine
Where the bristling stars shine
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The kite was flying
A cosmogyral conspiracy
The kite can be anything
The alliances are parasitic,
Not symbiotic
The Minerva
Elocution day… crowd!
She was vocal, irrelevant
The kite was flying, torn but
Freedom is everything
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Secrets remain shrouded, unspoken,
yet I see them seep
into the spaces between breaths.
Truth, as it stands,
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Het niet benoemen van de genocide is de ontkenning van het vrije geluid en in feite een oorlogsverklaring aan je eigen burgers!
Het niet benoemen maar dat impliciete algemene dansen om de brei heen is om je tot op het bot over te schamen, zeker door gezagsdragers, men wil politiek correct blijven en niet op lange tenen gaan staan en daardoor sluit men en stelt men benoeming en erkenning stelselmatig uit, kijkt pijnlijk verzuurd weg en wordt nog agressiever op hen die het wel aan durven de zaken en wantoestanden bij wortel, bloem en stam te benoemen! Dat politieke deel is net de schande, het sluit bij wanpolitiek en mensenrechtenschenders de confrontatie uit om Politieke redenen naar mensen die absoluut niet correct maar misdadig handelen. Anders blijft het dubbele moraal politiek dus zieke onbetrouwbare vage politiek! Het is de omgekeerde wereld, de mensen die dapper zijn en het benoemen worden door politiek correcten agressief te lijf gegaan met machtsvertoon, politie, protestverboden, betuttelingen. De boodschap is duidelijk de bestuurder wenst niet op zijn slechte wegkijk morus te worden aangesproken, doe je dat wel dan zul je hun macht snel ervaren! De denial zit zo diep dat men zelf haar eigen burgers welke zich wel durven uit te spreken tegen genocide, in dezelfde denialhoek, ze worden gedemoniseerd, als woke of wappie weggezet, het correcte klassen elitaire NL verklaart haar eigen mensen liever de oorlog, snoert haar liefst de monden i.p.v. dat Nie Wieder daadwerkelijke geldingsdrang en echtheid te verlenen, belijden doet bevrijden, probeer het nou gewoon eens een keer!
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Yesterday,
I walked beneath an open sky—
a blue sea draped over the world.
I saw children playing near a tree,
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Blijkbaar is herdenken der (welke) doden op de Dam iets voor het elitaire beveiligde tuig, de klassenmaatschappij op zijn best. Zij die ons met hun beleid en belasting nul afdragende obligatieslurpers en winstwegkoersende nulbijdragers en wapentuigminnaars en wapentech dealers erger dan drugdealers en wietverkopers, opzadelen, zij mogen vooraan de krans leggen, zij die om tot de tanden toe bewapening roepen voor NL mogen vredig door de belastingbetaler bekostigde overmacht aan politie welke met hun handschoenen de monden der demonstranten afdichten uit angst voor een ander VRIJ geluid, misbruiken. Dit land is een aanfluiting en een blamage van rechtstaat aan het worden. De rechters, staan die op voor het andere gezicht, het meer menselijke tete van NL of blijven ze zaniken over de teloorgang van de rechtsstaat (waar ze dan zelf toch ook aan medeplichtig blijken te worden) ?
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Like a banner,
each held his pride high.
And the summer's sun,
With its vaulting view,
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There is a place I've got to be
A place where I don't know,
A Shangri-la. Utopia
A place that I can't go.
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I was walking with him
In the pleasant morning,
After some time.......
He asked me,
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All that you possess,
or seek to still,
will never satisfy the soul as love does, when love is freely given.
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Vandaag tijdens de dodenherdenking schreeuw ik 2 minuten lang voor alle onschuldige en onnodige doden in Gaza en alle Gazanen tussen hongerdood en ziekte in. Opdat de doden van de Holocaust niet rusten zullen in hun graven voordat ze deze boodschap van het verraad van hun nakomelingen hebben vernomen! Holocaust herdenken Ja, Gazadoden Ook!
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All things considered
I've passed my seventy-third year.
I'm entering my seventy-fourth
Still glad to be here.
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Read it,
Read it now
With your mind's eye,
You will realise....
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i miss all the things.
the before things.
the untouched things.
the innocent things
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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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