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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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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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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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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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amythysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack,
Butting through the Channel in the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rails, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.
...
My father worked with a horse-plough,
His shoulders globed like a full sail strung
Between the shafts and the furrow.
The horse strained at his clicking tongue.
An expert. He would set the wing
And fit the bright steel-pointed sock.
The sod rolled over without breaking.
At the headrig, with a single pluck
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I want to watch your cheerful face smiling from across the room
I want to see your vivid eyes
in which a wild desire blooms
I want to note your graceful poise as you glide your way to me
I want to know your brilliant mind insists that we are meant to be
I want to have your petite frame
...
poetics of glitch theory
process and gap in reality beyond reach of understanding and in uncomprehensible- nonsensical process art of beings among triangular zone of process-procedure-existential nonpoetry through the spiritual
intelligence out of the continuing life and new living paradigm into light- and- darkness- and- biosesmic -anthropocenic-anthropogenic chemistry of non-poetic voyage.
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new narrative
dream of mushroom
by a small boy from remote village has been made of universe of rural innocence, which is not toxicated by megacities' swing of perceived and conceived knowledge
...
if you would care to ask how I am feeling
I might watch the eyes reply inward smiling
I feel a slight touch of poetry coming on
it might keep me in the house in a room for a while
...
Whether you are old or sick
Or walking with a cane or a stick,
Whether you're exhausted or tired or weary
Or sad, depressed or teary.
...
Take my hand, my love
And I will show you the stars
A canopied night
And a pale desert moon
...
I have realized I have become a living relic to memories past
I still early teenage remember passing a room full of typists
stopping frozen stunned in corridor arrested by industrious sound
constant busy typist rapid fast typing sound of worked typewriters
...
Wednesday evening, May 15, 2024 at 6: 28 p.m.
April, the unstable resident at 5905 Westcreek Place,
has recently threatened me with bodily harm, a match
...
La Cité De La Mer
the city of the sea
where is it, oh my love
...
Would you remember me
When there's not much of me left?
When I'm faded,
Like a rock chipped away by erosion.
...
Love has no religion.
Love is a cup.
Love is the seven seas...
A colorless mirror.
...
The city is littered with broken souls
To reside among nature, the purest of goals
Some dream of vast fields of green
Deep in their minds, a vivid scene
...
I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
...
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
...
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
...
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,
...
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
...
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
...
Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
...
Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
...
you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
...
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
...
"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:
...
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:
...
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.
...
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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