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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Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
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It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
He loitered here he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop.
'Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark,
I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark.'
The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,
He wore a strike-your-fancy sash he smoked a huge cigar;
He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,
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Knock, knock
The mother's bump answered with hesitation—
Nine months of hibernation
While the one who sired me suffered in excruciation.
Never forgetting all those years she cried in persuasion,
Trusting in things I thought were the right equation.
My bad, my bad—
I was the one lost in life's temptation,
While you were the one who sparked my creation.
I should have done more,
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Ice that burns to finger touch, once tender skin now held in its clutch
Passion's sweat turned solid glue stuck to a cold shell of one that withdrew
A touch turned cold that burns like fire, bonded by frosty steel's desire
To hold, grasp, endure, retain frigid memories held in pain
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कवी: चैतन्य विनायक कन्हेरीकर. साज शृंगारुनी साजणे... का तुझे हे लाजून हासणे.... धुक्या पहाटे जणू पाखरांचे किलबिलणे.... नखरे दार चंचल तू नार..... डोळ्यात उतरले भाव अपार..... नदीकाठी येना एकांती..... हरवू एकमेकांती..... जागू दे प्रीती.... हळुवार वाहते मखमली पाणी.... नजर शोधते तुजला राणी...... आम्र वृक्ष वेली छायेत...... ये ना सखे बाहू पाशात.... रानावनात मनाचीये अंगणात.... ठेवीन तुज हृदयी कोंदणात...... कवी: चैतन्य विनायक कन्हेरीकर. दिनांक: २३जुलै २०१३.
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To touch the grass to see the sand,
To walk along the broken ground.
To see the smiles and the blue sky,
Oh my word if I could fly.
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Sitting in the sun watching the world go by,
Shame that time will just fly.
But it's moments this,
That we miss its like bliss.
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Food, air and water are
basic needs for physical
body.
Love, care and affection
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The hearts are rusted, the tongues deceive,
These are the ones who make life grieve.
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There are angels in this mortal veil.
Gems glittering in this world's grey shale.
Their lights shine out in this dark land,
Like a lighthouse's sparkle upon the sands.
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The man on the land poured dust through hand,
when the dust takes flight in the red suns glow,
there is a man with a weathered face,
etched by the years and the outbacks grace
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Intertwining my fingers with yours
A familiar, intimate touch
But this one feels different.
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Admire them from afar,
Like the beautiful star they are.
You want to feel them close,
But is it worth it?
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Apologia in Free Verse (After Too Much Meter)
I meant to speak plainly. To let the thought go unbuttoned,
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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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