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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The child not yet is lulled to rest.
Too young a nurse, the slender Night
So laxly holds him to her breast
That throbs with flight.
He plays with her, and will not sleep.
For other playfellows she sighs;
An unmaternal fondness keep
Her alien eyes.
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Toll no bell for me, dear Father dear Mother,
Waste no sighs;
There are my sisters, there is my little brother
Who plays in the place called Paradise,
Your children all, your children for ever;
But I, so wild,
Your disgrace, with the queer brown face, was never,
Never, I know, but half your child!
In the garden at play, all day, last summer,
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When mankind's thoughts feed desire,
We pledge on time, calling it sire.
It oscillates in the lives of the ambitious,
For in time's eyes they appear malicious.
Time devours the hearts of the fiendish,
For in their presence, life they do not cherish.
He conjures it all without question,
Regardless of where mankind lays devotion.
He remains a little longer for the strong,
While inconspicuously reciting his song.
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My son, my love, my dear,
Be aware of your father's words;
Uni is not the universe—do not confuse
A place where you can float without a fall,
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The past still prowls and haunts,
The trauma trails, tattooed.
Life wasn't laid out the same for those kids.
My life's a fleeting film, thirty seconds long
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The man once young-with thews so strong-
was now another man.
He walked and walked for the exercise he sought
and this "walking" was now his friend.
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The clock ticks slow, a whisper nigh,
Ten fifty-six, beneath the sky.
A close call, a moment near,
When darkness whispers, close and clear.
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O mother, do not fret
of this mound pound of iron
in which your proud son in green
shall depart
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When giddy laughs turn hushed
and skins are flushed with blood
your fingernails clink
on the same glass I clutch.
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Her time to shine: the 5th
hour of the year gleams
like a golden sun ready to radiate,
permeate, Her roots
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A hurt we feel, a wrong so deep,
A promise broken, secrets to keep.
First, we must know, it happened true,
Someone hurt me, yes, me and you.
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Fantasies are fleeting shelters
For souls weary
Of life's relentless pressures.
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Hey, You
Hey, you in this democracy
Living in the land of the free
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A LOOK -403
You sparkle in a thousand eyes,
you whisper in a million breaths,
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A love that keeps giving, beneath ancient stone, and marble, we drift in a gondola, where silver canals glow in the moonlight.
Violin playing Puccini as we glide into the melody of our hearts.
Oh Venice city of water and flame, every narrow street calls out your name.
The night air sings in a culture of music wine, and love.
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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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