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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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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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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LIBERAL Nature did dispence
To all things Arms for their defence;
And some she arms with sin'ewy force,
And some with swiftness in the course;
Some with hard Hoofs, or forked claws,
And some with Horns, or tusked jaws.
And some with Scales, and some with Wings,
And some with Teeth, and some with Stings.
Wisdom to Man she did afford,
Wisdom for Shield, and Wit for Sword.
What to beauteous Woman-kind,
What Arms, what Armour has she'assigne'd?
Beauty is both; for with the Faire
What Arms, what Armour can compare?
What Steel, what Gold, or Diamond,
More Impassible is found?
And yet what Flame, what Lightning ere
So great an Active force did bear?
They are all weapon, and they dart
Like Porcupines from every part.
Who can, alas, their strength express,
Arm'd when they themselves undress,
Cap a pe* with Nakedness?
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Between going and staying
the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can’t be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass,
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The day was Bright!
Red and Blue were stark!
My rivals showcasing their might.
Fore they were after my Spark-
Quite ready I was for a fight….
Then Everything went Dark.
My legs were Gone,
….so I had to Crawl.
Fast, back up onto the lawn.
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Dreams lay ‘neath the pillow at night
Downy soft and hid from sight
Ghostly whispers haunting sleep
Breathing secrets b‘tween the sheets
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A burning begins to form in your chest,
An understanding that it isn't another year,
But one year less.
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Stressed out with all the water drained
Craving for a sound sleep that keep the fatigue away
After a rough day of endless
pain
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For many moons, the seasons sown
With butterflies and beasts of bone
And in the waning of the days
A final fall into the haze
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No thanks my dear, I don't need the chill
Seems too much erosion has gone over the hill
I've broken the chains and I'm finding my way
Your price is too high and I'm unwilling to pay
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He baits the hook, plans his sting
With twisted lines, and well tied strings
Oh, smooth as silk, a long cool drink
A fire burns deep beneath his wink
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A legend whispers, soft and low,
Of life's last journey, where souls go.
A bridge of light, to skies so bright,
A path to Heaven, shining light.
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Sweet whispers stolen in the night
No tranquil dreams; melodic flights
Sleep is hollow, the song is lost
As twilight turns the fire to frost
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شب زلف یار بود و دو دستم چو شانه ها
راز و، نیاز و، حرفِ دلی عاشقانه ها
عطر خوش و هوای بهارش به من رساند
کردیم شروع قصه ای دور و فسانه ها
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Our Paradise on Earth
The curtains are drawn
The weeds overgrown
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Guardians of the Earth,
Recorders of the realm;
Mother Earth pushes them out
Delivers them off,
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The perfect poem is in each of us but has never been put on paper
It lingers in the heart and mind but in tongue or hand becomes vapor
Broken lines and dots are no mirror of reflection for passion's glow
Something is lost in scratching thoughts onto white paper in an ink flow
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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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"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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