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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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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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 time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
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A lover prayed to Eros in this wise:-
Since my love loves not me, Eros! I pray
That thou wilt take this torturing love away.
But since she is so fair, still let mine eyes
Unloving, joy in her, her beauty prize;
Still let her clear voice ring as pure and gay
To my calm heart as mating birds in May.
The words went up the blue Thessalian skies.
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Come, let me tell you a story
One of woe of a mahogany
It was born alone in a dying wood
Through rain, heat, and flying soot
Stayed one alone for a century
Begging high and low to fill its belly
And there it grew, strong and firm
Brave and unbattered by the world's cruel turns
And slowly and slowly its love grew
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Vroeger zweeg de massa toen de Joden werden afgevoerd, Nu zwijgt de massa omdat bij een verkeerd woord het antisemitismesemitisme elk vrije woord zal doen wegvagen in de Protoholocaustlobby van het christelijke Westen en in het ziel krocht van Trump, Gvir, Rutte, Widers en Netanyahu worden we plots allen racisten en Jodenhaters. Dat is zo een goedkope misselijke spiegeltruuk dat ieder kind het begrijpt. Die IDF en ICEmorus en haar tendenzen infecteren met name in Engeland en NL de geest van het vrije woord! Die misselijke victoriaanse valse preutsheid gemengd met een schuldgevoel, en de angst voor hun naam en hun eigen baan doet hen op het vrije woord neerslaan als een complicit verworden meedogenloze woeste duivel met een Hamer. Men is zo Überheblich bezig dat men de arrogante misdadige Waan vergoelijkt met een piep-zacht sorry als je sterk bent van repliek, ben je dat niet dan geld dit lied; help een aapje hogerop, schijt ie boven op je kop! Geen boterhoofden maar shitheads. Nou leuk perspectief voor dat beschaafd zichzelf claimende Vrije Westen lees Europa en brave schoolborst Nederland dat overal braafjes voorop wil blijven lopen en zonder kleerscheuren maar wel haar wortels raakt en zo haar eigen volk misdadig verzaakt!
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He or she whom I call civilised are the ones with a great stoic compassion for their aggressors and oppressors. Welfare is created and carried on strong shoulders which speak from experience and not from defeat or timidity!
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Telkens als iemand me aanvalt haal ik adem, denk na, keer in mezelf en besef, niets aan de hand! Maar wie geeft iemand het recht je te denouncen of te defameren? Zodra het op de (niet publieke) persoon aankomt voelt dat dus niet okay! Ik heb mijn account open staan voor oprechte kritiek, maar niet openbaar meeliftend op mijn creations of reactions, gewoon even een moedig pb-tje en dan hebben we kans op dialoog! Men heeft al vaak een plan bij het reageren en het is dus vaak niet zo heel erg spontaan. Meestal uit Trump of Israel hoek en dan voel ik me extra bekeken juist om dat ik alles zo open deel en toesta er op te reageren mits netjes! Zonder bijbedoelingen. Maar zojuist voor kritiek op wat totaal uit het verband getrokkene werd een bericht geblokkeerd met Only for my eyes til further notice. Dat was ook toen een rijke amerikaan uit de finance me trachtte te framen! Als men dan openlijk op het Ene Hun gelijk blijft hameren dan is mijn persoon gerechtvaardigd dat zuur te verwijderen. meestal geef ik ze nog op warme wijze een liefde volle tip mee zonder hun rafelrandjes!
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Mooie zin ooit door mij bedacht. Hoog en laag houden geen stand voor bewuste medemensen met een modus vivendi in memento mori! Hij of zij die open is blijft gretig kind en meester, ze zijn onlosmakelijk verbonden met de Homo Ludens. De homo Lumen moet nog opstaan, de verlichte geest die ieder licht en warmte brengt. Tot dan toe zijn we genoopt bij de gratie van onze onkunde en vaardigheden te leven in een zekere beperktheid. Die beperktheid maakt ons wakker maar houdt ons ook nederig. het is de evolutie in ons die beperktheden in jezelf en in die van anderen te omarmen! Sluit je niet af voor angry young men of schreeuwende dames wanneer deze reclameren over het hun aangedane onrecht. M
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A list unfolds, a paper trail,
Of names whispered, through wind and gale.
The pedo's shadow, dark and deep,
Secrets surfaced, secrets to keep.
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Those who never learn
inherited the earth
and for what it is worth
did we deserve truly better?
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ALL CEO'S AND POLITICIANS, CAPTAINS OF ESP METAL, OIL, SPACE, TECH AND WAR INDUSTRY HAVE COMMITTED ONE BIG SIMILAR CRIME, THEY'VE CONTRIBUTED MISERY ALL OVER AND MORE FEAR BUT NOT ONE OUNCE OF PEACE & WORST OF ALL THEY HAVE PROMOTED (SO MUCH FOR FREEDOM OF SPEECH) WORDINFLATION NEXT TO IT!
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Follow-up on the poem
Where are they
Where are they? I ask again. And why?
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When we live this earthly life,
We leave with nothing but our dignity,
The knowledge you gained you take with you,
And any illness you're now free.
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In an endless place beyond the skies,
Is where our tale of sisterhood lies.
There's Sol the Bright, with a heart so warm,
Spreading light and heat from her fiery form.
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They said the sky was fine—
just a trick of the light,
just a season's sigh.
They said the heat was rumor,
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Sunday's bells don't always call,
To pews and stained glass, standing tall.
The screen can glow, a different way,
With hymns and prayers to start the day.
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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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