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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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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Tasted, smelled, rising from hot asphalt, sweet rain
in the street where a man works on his camper in the rain.
Like desire, felt less often now we are old, the joint pain
and fatigue competing with that other. Sweet rain
rising, lifting the dampened piano that hides its teeth
beneath a lid. Sweet rain, bird song, all the rain-wet
exigencies a house brings to bear. Valence, curtain,
scrubbed porcelain. Perhaps a mouse-brown rain,
pummeling the decking. Or a violet sky shines behind
cloud cover, dense with time. Where shall I go, rain,
how can I recall my only name? The man's sweat
pays for no one's poverty. Often I feel jealous, sweet rain,
of brother and sister — gone to Sweden, or France.
That's the end of the story that began with a father's rain-sweet
face, poor past, Holocaust. Let the locusts swarm, sweet rain
brings them down out of the dogwood, they die by sweet rain.
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These autumn gardens, russet, gray and brown,
The sward with shrivelled foliage strown,
The shrubs and trees
By weary wings of sunshine overflown
And timid silences,--
Since first you, darling, called my spirit yours,
Seem happy, and the gladness pours
From day to day,
And yester-year across this year endures
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At midnight, I lie awake,
Not chasing dreams, but chasing you.
My pillow knows the truth I hide—
That I still ache for something through.
I hope for a message, a call, a sign,
A whisper that says, I miss you too.
But all I get is silence back—
The cruelest thing you ever do.
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I'm awaiting in the port of my life for a sign
From the world of those who have departed
For I trust, my beloved, in angels
And in that dead who has rise.
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The Lie I Live
I rot in the hollow of my bed,
frozen in a room where warmth forgot my name.
Thoughts crawl like insects through my skull,
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The Lie I Tell Myself
I lay around my empty bed
in this cold, unwelcoming room.
Disturbing thoughts echo in my mind,
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In fading light, her memory glows, A love we knew, how well it shows.
Though paths diverge, and futures call, My heart remembers, missing all.
The laughter shared, the dreams we spun,
A tapestry of two as one.
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The sonata in my heart beating my feeling away
Darkens around the room with a little hope converting into a little light
My pencil against the blank paper
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Het is alsof alles erop is ingesteld
iets van je te willen
de dwang te imponeren
impregnerend tot in
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Oprecht Geweten woont niet in een Cordon Sanitair met kogelvrije vesten en brood op de plank elke dag!
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En wat doen we met al onze wegkijktranen;
we schenken ze aan kleurrijke mandrillenbillen en
aan gepantserde nieuwe krokodillen! M
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Als Nederland niets blijft doen tegen genocide en wantoestanden in de wereld wat doet het ICC hier dan nog?
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Let's send a deluge of "warning shots"
over all of Israel for the next 90 days
and see how it feels and what it says!
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I believe,
Yes, I firmly believe
You are the soul
Who resides behind
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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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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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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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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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