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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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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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 trees bend down along the stream,
Where anchored swings my tiny boat.
The day is one to drowse and dream
And list the thrush's throttling note.
When music from his bosom bleeds
Among the river's rustling reeds.
No ripple stirs the placid pool,
When my adventurous line is cast,
A truce to sport, while clear and cool,
The mirrored clouds slide softly past.
The sky gives back a blue divine,
And all the world's wide wealth is mine.
A pickerel leaps, a bow of light,
The minnows shine from side to side.
The first faint breeze comes up the tide —
I pause with half uplifted oar,
While night drifts down to claim the shore.
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A baby's cradle with no baby in it,
A baby's grave where autumn leaves drop sere;
The sweet soul gathered home to Paradise,
The body waiting here.
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I can breathe the fragrance
of roses with myriad hues and colours
but? I can't breathe the
Rosegarden in.,
With peace, patience, prayer,
and self-command,
I am the Primordial Posture
of my eternal being.
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স্তব্ধ পাথরের পিঠে জেগে ওঠে গান,
উৎসবিহীন কোনো অসীম অন্তরে;
অনন্ত যৌবন বুকে ধরে মহাতান,
মহাজাগতিক আলো ছড়ায় প্রান্তরে।
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অনন্ত স্রোতের টানে ছুটে চলে নদী,
উৎস থেকে বয়ে যায় অচেনা সন্ধানে;
পাহাড়ি যৌবন তার শেষ হয় যদি,
মৃত্তিকার পলি-ভার নামে ক্লান্ত প্রাণে।
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On silent stone a song begins to rise,
Within an endless heart that knows no birth;
Its timeless youth sings grandly to the skies,
As cosmic light cascades upon the earth.
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The endless currents push the river's glide,
From unknown depths it drifts toward the deep;
Its mountain youth must fade and turn the tide,
As heavy silt brings weary souls to sleep.
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Waiting for a gust-
dandelions are ready
for an aerial show.
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Song and dance are nested in man's nature,
Such that can lift the heart jostling in pain
So, even birds, when faced with adventure
Sing unusual note to vocalise their pain
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Harvesting season-
a girl collecting gleanings
from the approach mud-bund.
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I have walked amongst faceless crowds;
I have jostled shoulders
And arms as indifferent eyes looked at me.
Slowly, so slowly, I lost traces of my identity.
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हमें गंवार मत समझो साहब,
हमने सारा जहान देखा है।
अपने छोटे से गाँव में ही,
पूरा हिंदुस्तान देखा है॥
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जगज्जननी आदि शक्ति, आदि रूप धारिणी, महाकाली महालक्ष्मी, महासरस्वती रूपिणी।
शैलपुत्री ब्रह्मचारिणी, चन्द्रघण्टा कल्याणी, कूष्माण्डा स्कन्दमाता, कात्यायनी सुखदानी॥ १ ॥
कालरात्रि महागौरी, सिद्धिदात्री वरप्रदा, नवदुर्गा नवशक्ति, सर्व सिद्धी दायिका।
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And when the final dusk comes,
let it come without thunder
without fear reaching first
to take my hand,
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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 a 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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