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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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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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 bells! — ah, the bells!
The little silver bells!
How fairy-like a melody there floats
From their throats. —
From their merry little throats —
From the silver, tinkling throats
Of the bells, bells, bells —
Of the bells!
The bells! — ah, the bells!
The heavy iron bells!
How horrible a monody there floats
From their throats —
From their deep-toned throats —
From their melancholy throats!
How I shudder at the notes
Of the bells, bells, bells —
Of the bells!
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In the pond in the park
all things are doubled:
Long buildings hang and
wriggle gently. Chimneys
are bent legs bouncing
on clouds below. A flag
wags like a fishhook
down there in the sky.
The arched stone bridge
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I know a thief
An expert in his field, a chief
All day his plan is intense
At night he strikes in all pretence
All that is important he comes to take
Subtle is his craft, as slippery as a snake
Like a shadow, he has ever been around
From dawn to dusk all year round
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In the sky so high, they soared with grace,
Brothers and sisters, a noble embrace.
The hum of the blades, a steady song,
They flew with purpose, to right the wrong.
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He disappeared when autumn sang the last hymn.
Trees cogitate in silent and poetry shall not express grief; we shared shade while dismantle our problems
And
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New sickness and disability rules
That begin in the UK 2025
Are a blatant attack on vulnerable people
God help those who fall sick
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He ain't just metal, wheels, or chrome,
He's Venei—my second skin, my moving home.
Eleven years, no rust in trust,
Through every storm, he kicked up dust.
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She was a sunset —
not a goodbye,
but a grand entrance into darkness
on her own terms.
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Two men dressed in red one with a beard the other with horns on his head
Both with the same name, one a Saint the other Old Nick, both of considerable fame
The bearded comes once a year while the horned one is always near
One sits on your shoulder the other you sit in his lap one never sleeps the other takes a nap
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The Thatched Cottage in Summer's Fading Light
Swallows stretch their wings.
The air is dense with summer.
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Cover my face with my palms. Petrified for ways and wrongs I'm stuck to.
Omission and commission I'm both counted sinful
What shall be of a man tainted with sin and is probably going to sin again
Will the Sacrament of Reconciliation suffice?
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A poet may stay alone
and take a strong decision
not to talk with anyone
but she or he is never alone
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Cold shivers down my base and spines in a cold olive lachrymose
Pricking needles from the deep azure sky a needle a burr in comatose
Weaving a sweet dirge in a loom of nightly bliss and sanded filamentose
Like the hair of an angel herself the desert blesses the dying with a curled primrose
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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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