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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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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 do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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A crow beats on the updraft over a scragged hawthorn,
rocked but plunging on. A stick of Paras, bristling with nerves,
coughs and boots forward along the sheugh.
Long after the soldiers have gone, the crows will settle home.
Since Newry, choppers have been battling back and forth
across the track. These trains are overheated, sweat
stings in my underslept eyes; I'd rather the crows' lift and pluck
than to be here, rocked to the quick, driving on Derry.
I often wish, my love, that we were birds, the wide domains
of Ireland at our turn and fall, the world's wind
our natural element - rain, ice, hail or sun our gods,
the tall pines our greenwhip lightning rods.
Tonight there's a horned moon and Venus trailing
low over the Waterside. Tonight let me fold you in my wings,
pray nobody's killed in dark of country or town. We'll settle
the long night in another of our beds, watch what the morning brings.
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She plucked a blossom fair to see;
Upon my coat I let her pin it;
And thus we stood beneath the tree
A minute.
She turned her smiling face to me;
I saw a roguish sweetness in it;
I kissed her once;—it took, maybe,
A minute.
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ELANA
I found you—
alone and afraid
in a distant, cold world
so different from mine.
Your heart became my obsession,
even before I truly knew you.
Still, somehow,
...
he told you he just wanted
to hang out
but really he wanted in
your pants
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Roses,
You showed me
With your thorns,
That Life is Sad
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This peace of mind,
Coming not from above,
On your stool like a dove,
It is not a peace of mind.
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Put your heart in the heart, of
another soul. A passer by whom,
you don't know. Can you feel the
wounds, that just won't close. Can
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The Cold that Freezes Your Nose
I walk down the aisle
And strike a pose
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Something which we call gratitude
Some day definitely you will deserve salute
From the core of people's heart
Not mere lip service
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I woke to thunder, not from the sky,
But machines that roared as my world went by,
My walls, my corner, my crayons' bright scrawl,
All crushed to dust, I can't find them at all.
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Left At Shore: Like a boat preparing to set sail on a journey I can't join,
I stand at the shore, heart heavy, knowing it's time to say goodbye.
Goodbye to the laughter, the memories, the warmth we once shared on that deck.
The tide is pulling you away, and I have no ticket for that voyage.
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Your eyes are dove,
My charm and beautiful one,
Like flower blossoms, you are altogether beautiful,
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A LOOK-336
A quiet ache begins to grow
when I see another bask in your glow.
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Find me one -
A girl so flawed,
Her eyes dashed in sunlight,
Not soft, but burning,
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Jouw inzet voor iets of betrokkenheid bij iets is misschien natuurlijkerwijs maar niet meer zomaar en zonder meer vanzelfsprekend!
Ik ben zelf sinds een jaar of 10 uit nood geboren positive awareness activist, gewoon omdat het gevoel van systeemstress en opgedrongen onmacht ons niet moet tegenhouden de regie zelf te herpakken op positive wijze. Dus niet bij de pakken neer, maar denken en handelen, welke 'bescheiden' bijdrage vanuit mezelf kan aan een schrijnend lijkende situatie een positieve draai geven. Dan na een tijd bemerk je de medestrijders en amazones, die hebben begrepen dat het vanuit onze eigen innerlijke kern moet blijven komen allemaal. Media en troebele journalistiek, zogenaamde waarheidsspreekbuizen, we zien het allemaal steeds meer helder! We staan er dus niet alleen voor. Als je een mondige burger de mond snoert wordt ie bondiger en autonomer, vindt en neemt zijn/haar eigen kracht serieuzer daar waar instanties of medewerkers van apparaten hoe goed bedoelt en onopzettelijk vaak ook trachten, ons geluid te dimmen en onze stem te winnen op een manier die niet goed voelt. Je stem terugnemen en het koesteren, liefde moet verdiend worden en jouw inzet voor iets of betrokkenheid bij iets is misschien natuurlijkerwijs maar niet meer zomaar en zonder meer vanzelfsprekend!
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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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