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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I love chocolate cake.
And when I was a boy
I loved it even more.
Sometimes we used to have it for tea
and Mum used to say,
'If there's any left over
you can have it to take to school
tomorrow to have at playtime.'
And the next day I would take it to school
wrapped up in tin foil
open it up at playtime
and sit in the corner of the playground
eating it,
you know how the icing on top
is all shiny and it cracks as you
bite into it,
and there's that other kind of icing in
the middle
and it sticks to your hands and you
can lick your fingers
and lick your lips
oh it's lovely.
yeah.
Anyway,
once we had this chocolate cake for tea
and later I went to bed
but while I was in bed
I found myself waking up
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In the thin classroom, where your face
was noble and your words were all things,
I find this boily creature in your place;
find you disarranged, squatting on the window sill,
irrefutably placed up there,
like a hunk of some big frog
watching us through the V
of your woolen legs.
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Wake up as fragile seed
Violence hums beneath the ground
Even when heaven shines I get hurt
It was suffering to get through dark
Eyes were full of dusk but
Made it as a fragile sprout
Still the quiet hids it's teeth
Hard to survive still chose to be alive
Endless chilly night still have faith in light
After heaven spare me Light
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A perfect silence cloaks the primal night,
The long-held hush before the first auroral light.
No whisper stirs the valley's shadowed deep,
A void where mortal dreams in stillness sleep.
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Absolute silence—
hours before morning rays,
HU's long, unbroken sound
wakes me
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The cloud I called a prison
was only breath on glass—
my hands tracing borders drawn in fog.
The silken thread was never bondage,
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Every cavern, every bough,
drinks deep from the well of remembrance;
held in the earth's slow, seasonal turn,
the flower yields its secret and unfurls.
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Water flows, a hidden stream,
Power whispers, like a dream.
Earth's field sings, a gentle hum,
Energy comes, but stays quite numb.
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Op deze vlek iks of X of Niks of Phoe-nixs! Komen leeghoofden samen om elkaar de troef af te steken, carrières te breken zich te wreken. Niemand schroomt zich meer de eer naar zich toe te halen langs deze poepgeur en klotskotskanalen. Wat doe ik hier, amuseer ik me tussen de leeghoofden en stukken verdriet of klinkt het toch als een lied? Leugens op te dissen als te hete soep, vergissen. Te klagen over hondenpoep en asielzoekerscentra's. Te veel kleur op straat maar te weinig blauw! Kleurloos steekt men er elkaar naar de borst, wie krijgt vandaag de Grootste worst onder al die Hanswursten! ? Het is een moeras van Nooitgenoeg, waar madeliefjes hartendiefjes u komen uitdagen met super slimme vragen>>? En op het eind van Hopla ja, zoekt men CV van anderen waarop een Vout of twee die de zaak Oh jee oh Lee direct veranderen! ! Trump schreeuwt het luidst van allemaal oranje luid en bijna kaal en dan ieder daarentegen behalve de verlegen carrière nichten en neven in het openbaar abattoir of justum de politiek! Een meehoshoempapa voor daddy Trump, de slechtste verliezer die we zelf kozen zonder bikken of blozen, hebben we hem tegengesproken, Nee, Olee, Olee, Olee Oh la en Ja we riepen Dankjewel wel honderd maal! Vanity fair is een mooie naam voor haar, Poeh Niks, zie ze gaan, is 't al met haar gedaan of begint de Carnaval>? Gewoon weer wat vroeger dit jaar?
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Wild crusty black hair topped by white kippahs, new Nikes and MK17s attached to 17 year old shoulders. Mothers screaming with waving Kalashnikovs as false Amazons of divide and rule, sponsored by western Catholics and Co! Olive trees, the symbols of Palestina being disrupted unrooted or stolen! Small Gazanian rivers and Palestinian creeks being poisoned from utter defeat. The so called timid righteous Davids looking for the Ill defeated stoic Goliaths with no feet to stand on to defend their own Holy land!
The bloodstained imprints reading Adidas or Nike or maybe Goodyear stained imprints of blood, as colonial traceables to their Jewish murderous Nests!
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My brother bought a treadmill in the middle of July,
Declared, "This is the summer that I learn to fly."
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Assertive tells, Interrogative asks,
Imperative orders or gives us tasks.
Exclamatory shows feelings high,
Optative wishes — hopes that fly.
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In the hush before the oath was sworn,
A nation held its breath in air—
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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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