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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We walked within an ancient wood
Beside the Heart-of-England way
Where oak and beech and hazel stood,
Their leaves the pale shades of May.
By bole and bough, still black with rain,
The sunlight filtered where it would
Across a glowing, radiant stain—
We stood within a bluebell wood!
And stood and stood, both lost for words,
As all around the woodland rang
And echoed with the cries of birds
Who sang and sang and sang and sang…
My mind has marked that afternoon
To hoard against life's stone and sling;
Should I go late, or I go soon,
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He's as high as a georgia pine, my father'd say, half laughing. southern trees
as measure, metaphor. highways lined with kudzu-covered southern trees.
fuchsia, lavender, white, light pink, purple : crape myrtle bouquets burst
open on sturdy branches of skin-smooth bark : my favorite southern trees.
one hundred degrees in the shade : we settle into still pools of humidity, moss-
dark, beneath live oaks. southern heat makes us grateful for southern trees.
the maples in our front yard flew in spring on helicopter wings. in fall, we
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I won't stop liking him
not today
not tomorrow
not until the day he holds her hands
like it's the only thing he's ever needed
Not until I see the way
his eyes settle into hers like home
like all the waiting was worth it
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Perhaps he knocked
My door last night,
I was not sure,
But today I feel
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So daring are my country' s pilot
So fearless are my brave soldiers
History recalls how suddenly the enemy had an onslaught
In the war of 1965
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He let the dice command his fate, Through love and war, through fear and hate. A gambler's vow, a hollow dream, No mercy left for fate's extreme.
He took a wife, yet felt unbound, Her touch was warm, yet he was drowned. Desire fled with trembling hand, A lover lost to shifting sand.
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He held the die, a gambler's creed, A single toss to plant the seed. Not bound by fate, nor choice nor plan, But numbers spun by trembling hand.
No name he kept, no past to mold, Just six brief paths, fortune told. A priest at dawn, a thief by night, A lover lost in fickle sight.
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Before the fall, the stars held still, A whisper soft, a fleeting thrill. The world was kind, the air was light, And luck was cradled in the night.
I walked where fortune wove its thread, No fear of things I left unsaid. The dawn was gold, the sky was wide, No shadows trailed where dreams reside.
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'What fire does not destroy, it hardens.'_ (Unknown)
Endarasha today is
a bevy of activity.
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Trump, Netanyahu, Rutte and Wilders escapist thugs and criminals those who support. For months we have been mindraped, as if we all should condone murderers and treacheries. You and a few others have a guilt that can never be redeemed, you have not only butchered by bombs and starvation an entire Arab nation, you have stained the souls of the powerless who wanted to do something against it, we are hostages of killing and starving innocents to death, this protoholocaust will move towards a disrespect of institutions which have no more place in our hearts. You think you can escape your punishment in abiding and doing this shame unto millions of people! By changing and abusing The Law. You al will be held accountable in which way ever that might be, you wont be able to prepare for the counter-bash of shame in your name! Hannah Arendt is angry and so are we!
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the silver birch
it likes to hide
so as you search
at eventide
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Down on the fury up on the future promises
Down on the fury up on the future premises
Delved deep to accompany your worst ways
Impossible man with holding the chances
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Shadows small grow long in the fall, darkness takes their place
Fading light impairs memory's sight, a blur of moving pace
Cooling air, as ice of despair weathers an aging face
The call of night a warm bed's delight, at the end of day's race
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I saw him
In my unconscious mind,
He was extremely bright,
He stared at me
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From within an Avalanche of rubble….
Cactus spikes form, erecting defensive stubble.
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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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