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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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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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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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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Pushing off on her back out
Into the fishpond's cold
Archaic glitter, my naked wife
Could not have guessed how
High she rode into the noon
Sky, a brightened polestar
Gliding out between nothing
And nothing, between a sun-
Lit vacancy and its ancient,
Reflected, weightless
Hour unrippling back
From the sedges. The just-
Cut grasses fumed around her
Like gasoline, a few
Spent bees dozed above
The compost, and in my arms
The steady thrum of the mower
Carried on, though I'd
Shut it off to sit down
And watch: but so fond of her,
The water parted to take
Her back from that aimless
Sky, where light-
Headed and slippery as a star
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I am offering this poem to you,
since I have nothing else to give.
Keep it like a warm coat,
when winter comes to cover you,
or like a pair of thick socks
the cold cannot bite through,
I love you,
I have nothing else to give you,
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I thought you were a hero,
the first man I ever trusted,
the one who was supposed to mean
safety, no matter what.
Turned out you're a villain,
not the kind from stories,
but the kind who hides in families,
and teaches silence like it's love.
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How sweet the internet may seem at first,
Yet slowly steals the treasure of our day;
We wander there with never-ending thirst,
And let our golden hours fade away.
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The waiting room chairs, a familiar sight,
Again, again, day and through night.
A little ache, a worried frown,
Each doctor's visit, up and down.
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A hand to hold, a listening ear,
For those who stand with doubt and fear.
Our story told, not for our pride,
But for a new path, they can stride.
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Gold light paints the sky so wide,
The ocean sleeps, a gentle tide.
Horizon, like a thin, soft line,
Daybreak whispers, its morning sign.
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Stars above, a sky so deep,
Secrets the quiet heavens keep.
We wonder if others fly,
In ships that streak across the sky.
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Oh boy if we could find a way
to repair that waning trust
that bouncing warm compassion
which so oft we've lost
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If you've gotten wise
through natures flaws
and at the mercy of
nature's claws
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Riding in the Rain - a poem by Andrew W. K. Yip
Riding through the downpour, miles left to roam.
Are these tears or raindrops, blurring the way?
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You gave me beautiful rose's
You said you love me
And I believed
You said our love will never die
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The Workhouse
In the year of 1853
So poor, it's to the workhouse for me
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Does not the tree shed its leaves and the fox caught in a trap chew off its leg
So we put the individual behind the good of the whole
We shed our cells to renew our skin, cut off the bonds of old and sick
Where ore of individuality becomes our values cast in the mold of humanity
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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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