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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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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Cars and bustle, rush and hustle,
trolley dashing tempers clashing
Christmas cheer to much beer
mistletoe, plastic snow
christmas holly 'lets be jolly'
christmas pud, do you think we should?
Turkey, stuffing, granny puffing,
fairy lights, men in tights
pantomimes, palour games
christmas cake, belly ache
as yet another piece you take!
Boxing day, in-laws stay!
Endless repeats on the telly, and again from your belly!
No more hassle...the odd brussel!
christmas farce....
A pain in the arse!
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Wild eyes—and faces ashen grey
That strain through lofty prison bars
To see the everlasting stars,
Then turn—to slumber as we may:
Even as we are, so are they,
And here is peace for all who know
The stars still follow where we go,
When heaven and earth have passed away.
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I am a candle burning steady
though the wax melts unevenly
longing for a hand that steadies the flame
without being asked
My roots run deep
yet the soil shifts beneath me
and I wonder if the wind knows I lean
without ever bending
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Weary I've been laying on the terrace a while now
the pigeons took my eyes months ago in a vow
bees taking village now their place in a bellow
still my body lays insect fodder sinking low
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I see you gracefully dancing on the leaves of the rhubarb bluebird
Picking out seeds inspecting them with your little eyes bluebird
A great father you are willing to go through gale winds for them bluebird
I respect seeing you not crumbling like stalwart like the tree you live in bluebird
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Desirous Never living a day not extending your tongue like a blue moonlit rodes
Making gluttony your jailer and also your jacket eating everything thorns and roses
With the sun setting in your ocean of a stomach and your loving being rude
Dancing with your food With a grin of a Tigre but sweet eyes of a doe
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There I lay sobbing under wilting flaccid rose petals that have been dead hours ago
Here in my room a wilted neglected garden intentionally forgotten by everyone but me
Ever the pessimist I'm cursed into being stuck in this place of nothing but feeling
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You try your hardest but your bones break before the shell
As your frozen teeth chatter in lavender haze as if it's a perishing spell
To cloud the eyes around you your eternal stone cold daze
You just fall there almost lifeless and tired lacking in ire lacking in craze
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That peculiar musk on your hipster flannel…
marijuana: recreational, mixed with depression: clinical.
The aroma clings to your skin
as I undress your body
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Now waketh Spring with kiss of golden ray,
And melteth Winter's chill in soft'ning light.
The Earth herself doth don a fresh array,
As Flora's hand restoreth life and might.
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The night is clear
The air is clean
The sound of water reaching for the shore
A gentle breeze caressing my face
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Five hundred twenty-five thousand, six hundred minutes pass,
Frozen breath in mirrored glass.
Mist, like dew, upon the rose does lie,
Embracing petals, blue as morning's sky.
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Venus, of the House of Xtravaganza,
was a young boy who was a young girl
who walked the catwalks of the Ballroom
Culture of Harlem. She was sure sinuous,
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Oh! Yes,
The strange reflection
Is the key for me
Inside and outside,
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On Lady Bilquiss Mashqor
By Mohammad Noaman Al-Hakimi
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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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