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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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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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Why was I not devoured by self-contempt,
And rotted down by indifference
And impotent revolt like Indignation Jones?
Why, with all of my errant steps
Did I miss the fate of Willard Fluke?
And why, though I stood at Burchard's bar,
As a sort of decoy for the house to the boys
To buy the drinks, did the curse of drink
Fall on me like rain that runs off,
Leaving the soul of me dry and clean?
And why did I never kill a man
Like Jack McGuire?
But instead I mounted a little in life,
And I owe it all to a book I read.
But why did I go to Mason City,
Where I chanced to see the book in a window,
With its garish cover luring my eye?
And why did my soul respond to the book,
As I read it over and over?
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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 -
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
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In this world of chaos,
Let me be a quiet soul.
In this world of problems,
Let me rise as the answer.
In this world of butterflies,
Let me bloom as the flower.
In this world of friendship,
Let me be the one who stays.
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France de facto still neocolonial and fascist mindset has caused havoc and turmoil over and over again. Boasting like a world leader, see statistics, it doesn't take a child to see they are impoverished compared to other European countries doing very bad, need too much money from the EU! Every time peace could be near, France, China, UK or US vetoed. The fact of the matter after a good decennia with Russia opening up to Europe, Oekraïne and US destroyed the dream. Every time Europe tried to connect East these anglo-française connection frustrated the proces. Sykes Picot was entrapping the middle east as a time capsule of western mingling powers, Arabia was non existant, the Ottoman who sympathised with the Germans lost almost everything. They romanticised the 1000 and one night dream but de facto they abused the Treaty of Versailles. What do you know the sympathies of the East this time from Japan with Germany and hey a wake-up call, world-war 2. The funny thing is that when peace or togetherness could be achieved the US and UK had other plans.
What powerful beast supported Sykes-Picot and who really figured it out, the Jews getting their beloved country, the Othmans being decimalised and the rest now Turkey saved by Ataturk. The hatred against anything other than white was also fabricated from governments and school-books. Anything culturing romanticising or Waltdisneying exotic was racism. Orientalism was racism! Little Napoleon robbing Egypt from its treasures romanticised. Then their is the Russian rise and role in powerplay, communism created by capitalists boys, was a means to tame the east on the boarders of Europe, UK and USA needed Europe for its riches and markets. Racism is a created stance of those thugs before called pirates in order from Royalties to conquer with violence the richesse of the world by any means necessary. The world order so dreamt of by UK and Americans and Calimero France, was a means to wealth robbing. Legitimation to rob the earth of its resources. It was kind of a corporate effort of captains of industries. Now these captains infiltrated in politics called technocrat are playing us from the entrails of society! Tech as a main player conquering that stage, stealing budgets to move faster and do their unholy reckoning!
France was the last country to leave North Africa alone to self governing. France is the meanest and toughest trickster in politics, a powerless annoying midget playing Elephant any time they see the opportunity! The UK language, banking and constitution whereupon the American system is based ar intermarried. We have seen the world fulminating when Spain's righteous stand invoked history through language, be it their former oppressor now they speak one language!
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Dedicated to the massacre at Plateau state(29/3/2026)
A palm branch was bartered
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A wo walking thru tarn on a cold winters neet un wind it wa blowing like mad an a saw set ont pave stooan all wet through wi sleet a poor little bare fooited lad,
A sed, where is thi daddy doy whear is thi mam, wat a tha crying fo poor little lamb, here tak this openy and buy thi some spice, rock sticks else hum bugs o somat ats nice, then run off ooam ageean as fast as tha can, theer tha alreyt agean run like a man, un hi dried up his eyes wi his little white brat, hi tried to se somat a couldn't tell what, un his little face breatened wi pleasure all through, it's capin sometimes wot an orpuny can do.
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noodle noodle
doorbell chime
who's that calling after nine
a toaster and saucepan looking for a friend
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In the shadow of sacred palms on a day meant for peace,
Blood soaked the earth where laughter once danced free,
Families torn asunder, children's eyes wide with fear,
A mother's wail echoing through the valley's tear.
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walk alone,
not lost, but free,
Not searching just being unapologetically me.
No ring, no rush, no need to explain,
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The Garden of Gethsemane was where the Saviour prayed,
As if to end uncertainty, with destiny obeyed.
Was there a great escape or not? Was there a better path?
Or was the Cross to be His lot, His noble epitaph?
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i would have called sooner
but am stuck in this sewer.
Some are rich,
I am one of the poor.
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My name is Rocky, given from birth
The hard rebellion of a dry earth
Broken parched pieces turn into sand
A desert foreboding, a wasteland
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Darina pjesma
Gledam u ženu ona je
kao trešnja je zrela,
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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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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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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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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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185
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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