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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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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Merrily swim we, the moon shines bright,
Both current and ripple are dancing in light.
We have roused the night raven, I heard him croak
As we plashed along beneath the oak
That flings its broad branches so far and so wide,
Their shadows are dancing in the midst of the tide.
'Who wakens my nestlings,' the raven he said,
'My beak shall ere morn in his blood be red,
For a blue-swollen corpse is a dainty meal,
And I’ll have my share with the pike and the eel.'
II.
Merrily swim we, the moon shines bright,
There's a golden gleam on the distant height;
There's a silver shadow on the alders dank,
And the drooping willows that wave on the bank.
I see the Abbey, both turret and tower,
It is all astir for the vesper hour;
The monks for the chapel are leaving each cell,
But where’s Father Philip, should toll the bell?
III.
Merrily swim we, the moon shines bright,
Downward we drift through shadow and light.
Under yon rock the eddies sleep,
Calm and silent, dark and deep.
The Kelpy has risen from the fathomless pool,
He hath lighted his candle of death and of dool:
Look, Father, look, and you’ll laugh to see
How he gapes and he glares with his eyes on thee!
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Maud went to college.
Sadie stayed home.
Sadie scraped life
With a fine toothed comb.
She didn't leave a tangle in
Her comb found every strand.
Sadie was one of the livingest chicks
In all the land.
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In the cradle of chaos, where tempests convene,
I bartered my shadows for your fleeting dawn—
Surrendered the stars that once lit my scene,
And wove from their embers a vow never drawn.
All for love, the thorns I embraced like a crown,
Bleeding rivers of silence to quench your wild fire;
I danced on the razor's unyielding frown,
And traded my echoes for your heart's desire.
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A Manileña doesn't mince her words.
She doesn't sweeten up the bitter truth.
A Filipina's words strike like a sword.
She would get down and dirty to the roots.
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In the dead of night, I stir alone,
Rain lashes the glass like sharpened stone.
The wind screams through the twisted eaves,
Whistling secrets only darkness believes.
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She sits alone upon the shore,
Eyes on waves that dance and roar.
Children laughing, building sand,
Tiny castles crafted by small hands.
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I was but a seed, a tiny acorn curled,
Nestled in the earth, dreaming of the world.
Rain kissed me awake, sun pulled me high,
I stretched my first leaves toward the sky.
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Sunflowers sway in morning light,
Wiggling gently, golden and bright.
They nod at bees and greet the sky,
Stretching tall as clouds float by.
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Behold the ancient tree, in silence grown,
Whose arms once cradled kingdoms of its own;
It fed our breath with whispers soft and pure,
And sheltered us when nothing else was sure.
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The wind cuts sharp along the street,
It bites my hands, it numbs my feet.
My breath comes fast in clouds of white,
Each step a fight against its might.
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I give my best, then give some more,
Yet somehow I'm still asked for more.
No finish line, no "you've done enough, "
Just moving goals and standards rough.
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I weigh the quiet of staying
like a stone in my palm—
heavy, familiar,
worn smooth by habit.
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Two paths open in front of me,
quiet and unmoving.
Neither explains what it will cost,
only that choosing matters.
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Water is alive
Eternal waters away - Dylan Thomas
Like a fickle spirit
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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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