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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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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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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If i can't do
what i want to do
then my job is to not
do what i don't want
to do
It's not the same thing
but it's the best i can
do
If i can't have
what i want... then
my job is to want
what i've got
and be satisfied
that at least there
is something more to want
Since i can't go
where i need
to go... then i must... go
where the signs point
though always understanding
parallel movement
isn't lateral
When i can't express
what i really feel
i practice feeling
what i can express
and none of it is equal
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Australia, my native land,
A stirring whisper in your ear—
'Tis time for you to understand
Your rating now is A1, dear.
You've done some rousing things of late.
That lift you from the simple state
In which you chose to vegetate.
The persons so superior,
Whose patronage no more endures,
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The moon lies on a distant path away,
Casts bright lustre, in a celestial way...
She touches the heart of earth with gentle light,
Poet measures her beauty on a full-moon night.
Like a lover's gaze, it shines so bright,
A constant companion, in the dark of night...
It rises and falls, like love's own tide,
And takes our childhood to a fairy ride.
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There are waves within waves.
Meeting in collision
God is the same in that
Wherever you turn, you turn to him.
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Wrapped in a veil of mist,
I flee
toward the edges of the pines...
—
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I dance in the flames of your love.
A tongue of tenderness trembles me.
I yearn for your bones' resting place.
For those joyful tears on your face.
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Mother, Mom
half of my heart will always be missing, the part that belonged
to you.
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There's so much confusion in our choices that, deep inside, not even I can say what decisions I'll make tomorrow. Today I might think one way—especially about life—and tomorrow wake up wanting to do everything differently. The day after that, I might already be living a different situation. The truth is that we really are complex—or maybe we have reasons behind all of this. Reasons that lead us to act and seek a new change. With all of our personality, tomorrow I don't even know which path down the street I'll be on. Maybe I'll start reading a new book, learn to play an instrument, cook something different… There are so many possibilities in each moment.
Among these possibilities, if I get the chance to choose, who knows—maybe I'll be riding a streetcar. Or maybe I'll be the one making someone's favorite meal, trying not to think only of myself, but to give a little more of me to those who really care.
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The moon hums a lullaby tonight, painting silver dreams upon your skin. I wake beneath this borrowed light, tracing stars of where you've been.
Sleep, my heart's quiet symphony. Let the stars weave secrets in your hair. I'll guard the hush before dawn—to find you always, everywhere.
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Once upon a time, upon a time
On a hazardous mountainous climb
A child got lost sleepwalking from camp.
He was a bonnie little lad, a scamp.
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The thistledown rises.
On the north wind's blast
Old Scotland calls the pipes.
The pipes of Christmas past
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The strong rush of wind,
Stirs the plants in the vast field
And knocks the farmer
On the edge of the paddy,
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Nobody is here,
Nobody is there,
Only an empty and silent space
Throughout!
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When he sleeps,
children scribble the death of dreams.
In the crimson embrace of their god, every bullet blooms into celebration.
Bombs rain down on Gaza's flesh,
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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
...
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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