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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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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No more thus brooding o'er yon heap,
With avarice painful vigils keep:
Still unenjoy'd the present store,
Still endless sighs are breathed for more.
O! quit the shadow, catch the prize,
Which not all India's treasure buys!
To purchase with heaven has gold the power?
Can gold remove the mortal hour?
In life can love be bought with gold?
Are friendship's pleasures to be sold?
No! - all that's worth a wish - a thought,
Fair virtue gives unbribed, unbought,
Cease then on trash thy hopes to bind,
Let noble views engage thy mind.
With science tread the wondrous way,
Or learn the Muses' moral lay;
In social hours indulge thy soul,
Where mirth and temperance mix the bowl;
To virtuous love resign thy breast,
And be, by blessing beauty, - bless'd.
Thus taste the feast by Nature spread,
Ere youth and all its joys are fled;
Come taste with me the balm of life,
Secure from pomp, and wealth, and strife.
I boast whate'er for man was meant,
In health, and Stella, and content;
And scorn! (oh! let that scorn be thine!)
Mere things of clay, that dig the mine.
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Australia, my native land,
A stirring whisper in your ear—
'Tis time for you to understand
Your rating now is A1, dear.
You've done some rousing things of late.
That lift you from the simple state
In which you chose to vegetate.
The persons so superior,
Whose patronage no more endures,
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There a sky deep and dark
And eternity it reaches into my thoughts
And in you, my faith in love burns on
On for the song with no end
I see you, a strangers face
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The clouds assemble, heavy with intent,
And wind begins to whip across the field.
I feel the same unrest that shakes the sky,
A tempest rising in my chest and mind.
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The eastern sky ignites with trembling light,
And shadows shrink beneath its quiet blaze.
I stir as if from slumber deep and long,
Awakened not by sun alone, but thought.
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The air hangs heavy, motion held in pause,
As if the world itself awaits a sign.
The trees stand rigid, leaves untouched by wind,
The river slows, its surface barely stirred.
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The crowd waits silent, breath held in suspense,
As characters emerge beneath the lights.
Each gesture carries weight, each word a spark,
And tension coils within the shadowed space.
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He stands alone where shadow meets the light,
The air around him tense with quiet thought.
No voice intrudes, no hand extends a guide,
Only the weight of what must come to pass.
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The dawn is gray, and silence presses close,
As if the world itself awaits the step.
I stand among familiar walls and trees,
Yet feel the weight of distance yet to come.
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The crown feels heavier than any hand could bear,
Its weight a quiet mirror of misjudgment.
He sits alone where counsel once prevailed,
And sees the ruin spread beneath his gaze.
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The banners fall with color faint and dim,
The crowd erupts, yet in my chest is still
A hollow echo of what I have done.
The feats they cheer were carved with sweat and blood,
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The square is crowded, faces pressed and tense,
And banners flutter in the restless wind.
A murmur rises, swells, and shakes the air,
As if the world itself leans toward this moment.
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The breath is heavy, trembling on my tongue,
A secret held too long beneath the chest.
The silence shatters as the words take flight,
And every corner seems to lean and listen.
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I stand beneath the endless, silent sky,
And feel the weight of questions without end.
What am I but a fleeting thought of dust,
A spark that burns for moments, then dissolves?
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The wind beats hard against my trembling frame,
And shadows crowd the corners of my heart.
I raised my voice in prayer, in hope, in need,
Yet silence answered where I sought the sky.
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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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