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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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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The moon relinquished sharp-edge cliffs at sea line,
And with transparent gold: the waters shine;
On board of their pointed boat, this evening
The friends enjoy their heated glass of wine.
When looking at the clouds passing swiftly
Through the reflection of the moonlight post;
Some of the friends will find those clouds closely
Resembling the holy women’s ghosts.
Another group imagine those clouds
As heaven bound souls of pious men;
The third of friends insist without doubts,
The clouds resemble caravan of swans.
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I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
club-footed ghoul come near me.
I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.
I am not yet born; provide me
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The lines of ink seem to stretch
Beyond any horizon,
Pulling into the endless abyss of my mind.
Sinking deeper and deeper into
A swarm of leviathans known as thoughts
Plethoras of intriguing lexis'
Fill my breath in each step I take.
I stare around the limit to my vision
Nothing but beautiful colors
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Self taught from a book
Six thousand formulas and theorems, no proofs to look
Namagiri Thayar, magical formulas placed on his tongue out of dreams hazy
In a letter to Hardy he said 'you will think me crazy
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A hot humid day -
hardly any man on the street
occasionally a bus spewing warm smoke
adding to the already-prevailing heat.
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The shadows linger where the old roads bend,
Whispering ghost-tales of the bitter past,
But heavy footsteps finally find their end,
And quiet shores have come to view at last.
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If you can get past her beauty and not get in a tizz,
Though it's uncommon beauty, accepting what it is,
Esteeming it God's gift to Man, for just one man to wed,
Then you'll do everything you can for what must lie ahead.
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A trip to the moon, a mission so grand,
Chang'e 5 returned, from lunar sand.
But this was just the start, a seed they did sow,
More research and tech, helping new wonders grow.
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Under the Bodhi's patient shade he sat,
While kingdoms rose and fell beyond the grass.
No crown upon his head, no sword, no throne—
Only the quiet courage to let go.
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In the hush between midnight and dawn,
when the world forgets its noise,
angels wander through my dreams
with silver footsteps and quiet voices.
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A time will come, the stories say,
When one great power holds its sway.
No one can trade, no one can buy,
Unless a mark is on them nigh.
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By this silent tree I stood
Watched the river move
Watched the leaves and twigs
Heard the ducks and geese chatter
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Angels On My Doorstep
Spirit's fading this distant night
Soul's waiting in God's promised land
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My Love For You
All that I've ever seen...
And that I've ever heard...
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One day,
I said,
Staring at the mirror—
'I'll be sought after.'
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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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