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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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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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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Through every nook and every cranny
The wind blew in on poor old Granny
Around her knees, into each ear
(And up nose as well, I fear)
All through the night the wind grew worse
It nearly made the vicar curse
The top had fallen off the steeple
Just missing him (and other people)
It blew on man, it blew on beast
It blew on nun, it blew on priest
It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny-
But most of all, it blew on Granny!
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I have brought the sacrificial goat
To the heap of grass, leaves and bark
He has forgotten his last beheading
But round his neck garland-like
hangs a mark
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Looking out the window; clouds floating in the sky
Feeling jealous of the birds; not because they can fly.
Am alone in my room; soft cushion held tight against my chest
Wishing to be free one day; can only hope for the best.
Vision getting blurry; tears dripping down my cheeks
That sandwich on my desk; months old it reeks.
Why am I like this? I question myself in woe
Knowing deep inside, I am both my biggest friend and foe.
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A tiny bear in water dwells,
Too small to see with eyes alone,
He walks upon his eight small legs,
A hidden life on moss and stone.
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He sought her once beneath the mourning moon,
And called her soul his rarest, fairest boon.
Her eyes, to him, were candles in the night,
Her name, a prayer whispered before the light.
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She did not hire carriers.
She became the carrier.
And I became the carrier, too.
We became the carriers.
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Of all things, I only miss you,
yet of all things, you only forget me—
yes, you forget me,
leaving me as the loneliest soul in this universe.
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They thought the compound fell
Because its walls were low and loose,
Because its gates were wooden and weak,
Because its zinc had rust and dust.
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The moment that I saw you there,
The world grew quiet, still, and rare.
As if the stars had paused their flight,
To let me meet you—just that night.
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Out in the forest
Not far from home
Is a quite place
Where I like to roam
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From Texas, where the endless highways run,
Beneath the wide and golden sun,
I started north with dreams in my heart,
Not knowing how far the journey would take me apart.
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Deep beneath the garden bed,
In a tiny shell, a life is fed.
A lemon-shaped cocoon of gold,
Protects the eggs from damp and cold.
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Someday I may not be there
Sometimes I think, does it matter
If I sink or float
But I cling to words
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Everlasting Verses
Between the silence and the sound,
I found a world of words—
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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 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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