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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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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Thy faithfulness, Lord, Each moment we find,
So true to thy word, So loving and kind!
Thy mercy so tender To all the lost race,
The vilest offender May turn and find grace.
The mercy I feel To others I show,
I set to my seal That Jesus is true:
Ye all may find favour Who come at his call,
O come to my Saviour, His grace is for all!
To save what was lost, from heaven he came;
Come, sinners, and trust In Jesus's name.
He offers you pardon; He bids you be free;
"If sin be your burden, O come unto me!"
O let me commend My Saviour to you,
The publican's friend And Advocate too,
For you he is pleading His merits and death,
With God interceding for sinners beneath.
Then let us submit His grace to receive,
Fall down at his feet And gladly believe:
We all are forgiven For Jesus's sake:
Our title to heaven His merits we take.
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Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
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One day I'll drunk text you
Looking in your eyes
But you're a thousand miles away
So all I do is cry
I fall to my bed to lay
And take a long deep sigh
I see the ceiling, the walls and gray
I promise you, I do try
I hear your voice
But there's no sound
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Pray each day
Meditate every second
Pray but not sway
Pray and say your heart out
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Those moments we cherish
that never depart.
That wonderful lifetime,
Right back from the start.
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मेरी कामयाबी देखकर,
नकाम लोगों की नाकामियाबी ने मचा दिया शोर —
मैं तो चुप था, अपनी लड़ाइयों में उलझा,
पर उन्हें तकलीफ़ हो गई
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A cabin sound, made of wood
An oak floor, time withstood
First an ax then the saw
Chisel, sandpaper, nail, hammer of claw
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कल खबर आई —
जो लड़कियों पर हँसते थे,
नज़रों से ज़ख़्म देते थे,
राहों में दीवार बनते थे —
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Ahmad Mahmoud Imperator: A Distinguished Afghan Poet and Artist
Ahmad Mahmoud Imperator is a prominent contemporary poet, declamator (poetry reciter) , and digital artist from Afghanistan. Known for his mastery of classical Persian poetry and his evocative vocal performances, he is a significant figure in Kabul's cultural scene.
Key Professional Highlights:
International Media: He has conducted multiple specialized interviews on Voice of America (VOA) Ashna Radio, specifically within the renowned literary program 'Ganje Shayegan, ' where he shared his poetic insights.
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I think you hate me.
The way you avoid me when you just can't stand me
The way you talk about me when you think I can't hear
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هوای سرد زمستان و باد های خُنک
زمین بی نم و برف و، فضایی خاک آلود
به کوه و دامن و شهر و دیار غم بیزد
کجاست نان تیار، کجاست خانه ی گرم و کجاست برق و ذغال..!
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A green mystery breathes in the orbit of the sun,
Breaks light into invisible letters,
Writes the primary hymn of chemistry—
In a leaf's solitary factory
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I can't hide when midnights knocking at the door
And I can't scream on the ledge of another cold war
The times are changing and the kids aren't alright
The next generation's underneath a land slide
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He played with fire
got burned in the game
She loved with all
he used her for fame
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Love either break you
Leaves scars
Filling empty spaces
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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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