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 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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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 joy of man, the pride of brutes,
Domestic subject for disputes,
Of plenty thou the emblem fair,
Adorn'd by nymphs with all their care!
I saw thee raised to high renown,
Supporting half the British crown;
And often have I seen thee grace
The chaste Diana's infant face;
And whensoe'er you please to shine,
Less useful is her light than thine:
Thy numerous fingers know their way,
And oft in Celia's tresses play.
To place thee in another view,
I'll show the world strange things and true;
What lords and dames of high degree
May justly claim their birth from thee!
The soul of man with spleen you vex;
Of spleen you cure the female sex.
Thee for a gift the courtier sends
With pleasure to his special friends:
He gives, and with a generous pride,
Contrives all means the gift to hide:
Nor oft can the receiver know,
Whether he has the gift or no.
On airy wings you take your flight,
And fly unseen both day and night;
Conceal your form with various tricks;
And few know how or where you fix:
Yet some, who ne'er bestow'd thee, boast
That they to others give thee most.
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The snail moves like a
Hovercraft, held up by a
Rubber cushion of itself,
Sharing its secret
With the hedgehog. The hedgehog
Shares its secret with no one.
We say, Hedgehog, come out
Of yourself and we will love you.
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Last stand for her upon the thymele,
A stage denied its sacrificial torch.
Tragedian's voice tears the air apart;
A mournful mask bows low before the choir
And naked truth is chanted as a rite—
In garments dyed to counterfeit the fair.
Disastrous turns in Dionysus' house,
Far past the reach of pity or of stay.
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Intense, I retreat into sweet melancholic distractions,
alchemising poems out of heartache.
Impulsive as a brook turned inwardly volatile,
I cling as moss does to a smooth stone.
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When I see the green and red
Of the furnace flames aglow,
And a white dove is rising in the skies.
And those sleek, slender, starving black-
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I could make all your meals
and sort you out a hearty beef broth
I could do all your laundry
and even learn to darn your damn socks
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A child of twelve looks back quite dignified
moderately sad dragging her cloth-sack
across lands slanting upwards, , putrefied.
Skies above filled with scavenging crows glide
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I question: is love an illusion
What am I feeling, singing like a bird in a tree
My heart is a crevasse
It needs filling every day
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A little more light
What could it mean
What could it be
We all have our nemesis
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I'm as tactile as you
But only softer to touch
No whiskers on my face
Or calluses on my hands.
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When she charges her hybrid plug-in BMW,
standing there like a supermodel,
white ankle socks, a caramel knee-high dress,
tinted glasses, clutching
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So many selfies I see,
women holding their phones out to the side—
so who on earth was the photographer,
when her own arm's still in the shot?
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Age Four
Standing bicycle.
*krrrr krrrr* backwards.
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بــــــاده از لعـلِ سخنگوی تو لبریزم کرد
ادب و خصلتِ نیــــــکوی تو لبریزم کرد
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با درود و مهر.!
دوستان عزیز و بی آلایشم از دو ماه بدینسو از وضعیت صحی خوبی برخوردار نبودم البته به ویروس کرونا آلوده شده بودم و بیشتر نتوانستم از طریق صفحات مجازی با شما نیکان به تماس باشم.
در این چند روز اخیر کاملا خوب شدیم ولی شدت بیماری از یکماه بیشتر روی زبان اثر منفی گذاشت و به درستی نمیتوانم تکلم کنم به همین خاطر به تماس های تلفنی جواب گفتن برایم مشکل است معذرت مرا بپذیرید.
از دوستان و عزیزان که در غیاب من لطف کردن پیام گذاشتن و جویایی احوالم شدن، عالم عالم تشکری و امتنان میکنم و این پارچه غزل عاشقانه و جدید را با تصویر که تقریبا ده روز پیش اخذ کردیم تقدیم تان میدارم.
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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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