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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You are beautiful and faded
Like an old opera tune
Played upon a harpsichord;
Or like the sun-flooded silks
Of an eighteenth-century boudoir.
In your eyes
Smoulder the fallen roses of out-lived minutes,
And the perfume of your soul
Is vague and suffusing,
With the pungence of sealed spice-jars.
Your half-tones delight me,
And I grow mad with gazing
At your blent colours.
My vigour is a new-minted penny,
Which I cast at your feet.
Gather it up from the dust,
That its sparkle may amuse you.
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I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
narrowing,
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
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Chasing Hollow Days.
Late breakfasts and lonely sunrises—
my life echoes a happiness now distant.
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Sitting on the grass, under a tree
Caressing the grass under my fingers
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The word
'Gradually' is written there.....
In the great sphere,
It has a deep meaning,
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The final breeze enters,
like a flock of white pigeons.
It seems that countless sighs
are mixed with the waves of peace in the air, in the dead soul.
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With grace profound, He stands above,
In endless light, steadfast in love.
Through storm and calm, His hand guides,
In faithful arms, we do abide.
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Trump gaf ons het motief resoluter te zijn in het loslaten van de agressieve geogeldpolitiek en oorlogsindustrietech. We hebben i.p.v. deze kans te grijpen Rutte als EU oorlogsminister onterecht omhoog geschoven gezien hij dient vervolgd te worden, ivm tijdens wapenembargo wapens in te vliegen op de thee bij Netanyahu, Trump heeft hem keizer van Europa gemaakt, maar wij dommerds willen het niet zien noch begrijpen. De kans Trump, dus de optie er iets goeds mee te doen met al dat kwaads heeft ons tot verraders van alle rechts-eer gemaakt, we herdenken en gedenken de Wereldoorlogen met onrecht in ons handelshart. We hebben van Hannah Arendt niets geleerd. Als men de waarheid in ons gezicht kotst, kijken we nog weg! We hebben alle status van beschaafdheidsfakkeldragers reeds verloren. Het Oosten maakt wel een vuist, eigenlijk zien die de EU als verwende angstige kinderen en we mogen blij zijn dat ze zoveel wijsheid betonen. China is niet ons gevaar, Japan ook niet, de moslims zijn onze broeders en zusters, we zijn belandt aan de kust van erkenning Maar we zwijgen! We blijven verwend kijken naar de inflatiebarometers en kijken weg, dat is dan andermans pech of zoiets. De keizer heeft geen kleren meer en goud kunnen we niet eten, wapentuig kun je ook niet eten, kannibaal worden dan misschien? Kannibaal van het grote schandelijke Ontkenningsverhaal!
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In a familiar land I knew so well transformations that my memories repel
What was right now what's left, certainty robbed by change's theft
Nothing I recognize, what was well known masked with progress' disguise
A place I used to call home has become a freeway by a factory dome
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A graceful snowflake in the air,
Borne by the wind with tender care,
It dances softly, pure and fair,
Then finds a lodging in my hair.
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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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