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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Roses ruddy and roses white,
What are the joys that my heart discloses?
Sitting alone in the fading light
Memories come to me here tonight
With the wonderful scent of the big red roses.
Memories come as the daylight fades
Down on the hearth where the firelight dozes;
Flicker and flutter the lights and shades,
And I see the face of a queen of maids
Whose memory comes with the scent of roses.
Visions arise of a scent of mirth,
And a ball-room belle who superbly poses -
A queenly woman of queenly worth,
And I am the happiest man on earth
With a single flower from a bunch of roses.
Only her memory lives tonight -
God in his wisdom her young life closes;
Over her grave may the turf be light,
Cover her coffin with roses white
She was always fond of the big white roses.
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Such are the visions that fade away -
Man proposes and God disposes;
Look in the glass and I see today
Only an old man, worn and grey,
Bending his head to a bunch of roses.
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I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
narrowing,
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
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Earth is a wonderful place to live,
Where humans breathe in and out oxygen,
Animals eat food and drink water to
survive,
So plants don't die they need water and sunlight,
They also need to be taken care of,
Trees take a long time to grow,
By having soil, water and sunlight,
The Earth has been created with so much love
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A light was born in silence, no crown of gold, but one of light.
In a bed of straw he lay, and later walked amongst us to bring his love and truth and words to heal.
The one true king wept and was put on a cross, for us to die for our sins. Through death he saved, and love was won.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026
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Let gray skies fade, the clouds depart,
A sunbeam bright, a hopeful start.
Forget the stumbles, the tears that fell,
Like winning gold, cast a magic spell.
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The night deepens
but I can't sleep
I close the door and turn the fluorescent light off
I light a few candles
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Poetry is the game of words
and the words are small, big, sweet and spicy
Writers enjoy using wordplay
I want to write with new words
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Petals drift in wind,
Orchid tree whispers softly—
Spring breathes, then lets go.
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The stapler is lying idle, there is no pin.
Pins are dreadful; do not pin up the papers --
what is the point in injuring them?
Already there is a lot of blood on the street;
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Beauty is not measured
in pounds of gold
Youth is not determined
by skin when its old
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I stepped in the stream and muddied its water stirring up silt of past memories.
My footstep a dream caught in dark muck held tight, pulled at desire's plenaries
Eddies of decay circle filling grasping depressions where flesh once was found
Currents of time carry away confusion's debris leaving neither hole or mound
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Lolly was a Leprechaun
Who lived inside a Tree
A joy little fellow
As happy as could be
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Upon my cherished land
After a considerable time
The intensity of sun's heat
Seemed to grow wane.
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The story of an invisible traveller
Is very special today,
He controls the entire momentum of the modern civilization,
Someone likes him,
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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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