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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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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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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Now, a man in Oodnadatta
He grew fat, and he grew fatter,
Though he hardly had a thing to eat for dinner;
While a man in Booboorowie
Often sat and wondered how he
Could prevent himself from growing any thinner.
So the man from Oodnadatta
He came down to Booboorowie,
Where he rapidly grew flatter;
And the folk will tell you how he
Urged the man from Booboorowie
To go up to Oodnadatta -
Where he lived awhile, and now he
Is considerably fatter.
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Tsars, Kings, Emperors,
sovereigns of all the earth,
have commanded many a parade,
but they could not command humor.
When Aesop, the tramp, came visiting
the palaces of eminent personages
ensconced in sleek comfort all day,
they struck him as paupers.
In houses, where hypocrites have
left the smear of their puny feet,
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The sun, a molten orb of fiery grace,
Doth kiss the waves with golden, liquid trace.
A shimmering dance, a spectacle of light,
Reflecting hues, both day and starlit night.
From turquoise depths to emerald, jade, and gold,
The water's surface, a story to unfold.
Each tiny ripple, a canvas, bright and clear,
Where sunbeams paint, a vision, ever near.
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कवी: चैतन्य विनायक कन्हेरीकर. परिस्पर्शाने लोह झाले सुवर्ण पारस मणी दुग्धजलातील अंश दुधाचा शोषते हंसिनी. llध्रुll. पडले ढीग मोडकी अवजारे गंजुनी माजले प्रदूषण सारे l. लावुनी विले वाट त्याची थांबवी पर्यावरण हानी ll१ll. ऊन पाऊस सोसून वारा लोह कन्ये तव हाती निखारा l. पुन्हा विघटना लावी हातभार तूच मोक्ष दामिनी ll२ll. मित्र-मैत्रिणींची तू सखी चाहती l. हितगुज क्षणभर चैतन्य सोबती l. तरी कर्तव्य दक्ष चतुर रती मधु कामिनी. ll३ll.(चपल सौदामिनी) . कवी: चैतन्य विनायक कन्हेरीकर. दिनांक: २२एप्रिल००८.
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This is my Father's world, and to my list'ning ears,
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world: I rest me in the thought
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White lemons in fluer and may
To crash in turtles in clay
Seeping ground inlays
Recover and place
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Steam and smoke look the same, one from water the other from flame
Smoke leaves a stain, when dried without a mark from clouds falls life's rain
Salt and sugar an indistinguishable white grain one from sea one from cane
Of one a seasoning we obtain the other a sweetener so plain
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Theme from Antarctica
By William He
Time and Sea Spirit stand still,
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The kindest souls
are always the first to get hurt.
Readily offering a helping hand,
then getting their noses rubbed in the dirt.
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Be the first to see
The opportunities that knock on the door
Then be the first to strike
While the iron is still hot.
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Mos më kërko pamjen në portrete
Kërko frymën atje ku fjala rreh,
Në çdo strofë ku shpalosen realitete
Në çdo rimë të metaforës që shpreh
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My dull body drains
No emotions past my neck
I wish to sever
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Ooh my soul
How beautiful you are.
Your first light of breath
You were so comely.
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My lip, honeyed lip
Littered words
Gushingly fountain
To usher and truddle
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I am water, fluid and flourish
openly or crevice
alive and my master
I am patient, quiet schemes to break barriers
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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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