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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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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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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And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, 'Speak to us of Children.'
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
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The camp-fire gleams resistance
To every twinkling star;
The horse-bells in the distance
Are jangling faint and far;
Through gum-boughs torn and lonely
The passing breezes sigh;
In all the world are only
My star-crowned Gove and I.
The still night wraps Macquarie;
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I am afraid of happiness.
I don't know why,
but happiness has never been a shelter for me—
it has always been a warning.
Whenever I dared to smile,
life reminded me
that every smile is temporary.
The moment my heart whispered,
'Perhaps now everything will be alright, '
a storm of sorrow would rise from somewhere far away
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A genderless solace wishes to beat within us.
Like monomorphic embryonic pupae.
Wings still, forming joyously cocooned.
Never knowing light or dark
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Love and courage go hand in hand
One without the other is quicksand
To love someone, therefore, is to stand
Not on solid ground but on-moving-sand.
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She moves through corridors of becoming,
not as a finished shape
but as a question
held in motion,
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The daft little monkey mocked the chicken,
a decision, in hindsight, remarkably stricken.
For the chicken, offended, produced a knife
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Old leaves are falling off,
New leaflets emerging with flaming beauty.
Nothing old can stay.
Many old rivers have lost their path,
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The collar was leather, the title was grand,
The finest protector in all of the land.
We gave him the hills and the flock for his keep,
To stand as a wall 'tween the wolves and the sheep.
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Drumming At Icon Park...Never Remembered
Missed you, Blue Man Group
Drumming at Icon Park
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A seed so small, a creeping fear,
Of losing hold, of feeling near
The bottom rung, the fading light,
This fear takes root and spawns a blight.
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No sentence is perfect—
the sense stays,
yet it can be written better.
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I looked in the mirror, a familiar person is there.
I pretended not to care, as the person will go away.
I looked down to the feet, but I didn't notice.
Looked to my left, it's a left hand.
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A word went out, a bitter sting,
Trump at Céline, harsh words to fling.
He called her 'woke, ' an 'insult' grim,
To faith and God, a twisted hymn.
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पैरों में घुंघरू पहन के मुझसे मिलने आना
मेरी गलियों से होके आना, राह भटक ना जाना
राह में तेरी चाहत को मैं फूलों से सजाऊं
तू मेरी है और मैं तेरा, ये बात कभी ना भूलना
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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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