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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Ah, my dear angry Lord,
Since thou dost love, yet strike;
Cast down, yet help afford;
Sure I will do the like.
I will complain, yet praise;
I will bewail, approve;
And all my sour-sweet days
I will lament and love.
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Through the noise, through the silence,
Through melodies soft and strong,
Life hums like an endless instrumental,
And I keep moving along.
Some notes bring sadness to the surface,
Some wrap me in gentle love,
Some fill my heart with courage,
Like strength sent from above.
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वो बेखौफ है उनसे; सामाजिक कुरीतियों का क्या?
मुझसे वो बेचैन होती है, मुझे महसूस करती है।
वो बेखौफ है उनसे, अदाएं खूब छाई हैं;
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Five years gone
from this meager city,
and still they greet my return
with trouble.
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'that strange gratuity of horses.'
Hart Crane
I stop as the horses thunder past,
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About the dust.....
I think I know
The significant truth
In my imaginative kingdom,
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In the meadows and the forests we are enriched by being surrounded by the sounds of nature and in perfect peace we connect with our true feelings and we can reflect on our relationship with God's grace and gifts of nature and put away all distractions especially the material world. Looking up to the universe and healing our hearts.
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In this vast world of ours, we are on a pilgrimage to God, the roads are rough and the falls are many. Each day is a new birth, we are not perfect but we need to grow in Christ, we need to give love and be compassionate towards others. Learn what really matters in life with prayer each day, in this you will discover the meaning and your purpose and the presence of God.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026
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The snow falls
Like an owl through the air.
It lands and sits
On a constant lookout
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I
Behind an amazing brutality
there is an idea
a brilliant idea,
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Dan vlucht je uit een land waar men je onderdrukt. Je komt in een mallemolen in Europa, gemangeld en getergd probeer je getraumatiseerd te integreren. Je familie bleef achter, in de ellende. Eerst Syrie toen Israel en Gaza en Libanon, toen Iran. Je verneemt niets meer van je familie. je was blij, nou ja gered in een land waar je verzuipt in de regels en controle, een paar keer al dacht je ze sturen me terug dat wordt mijn martelgang of dood! Ja vele Afghanen kunnen de repatriatie niet navertellen, maar hun familie is nog in tranen! Het ooit zo prijzenswaardige Europa, Holland loopt als rechtse brave borst oorlogs-BV uitslover voorop met intellectuelen die de vrije wereld vertegenwoordigen, prat gaande op hun geaardheid maar met een oordeel duivelswaardig. Met vette koppen van weelde despoten ze in de VN over vrede en dehumanisaties terwijl ze erna even met Trump een Heineken drinken vanwege zijn tegenVeto. Zo zijn het juist de politici, de mensen die ter discussie staan, ze voeren algoritmes door die de bevolking moet bewaken zodat ze hen te slim af blijven, laat ze maar staken en protesteren we doen toch zo het ons uitkomt of wordt opgelegd. Schenk ze de waan van de gecontroleerde -AI- vrijheden. Ze volgen het rechts mercantiele spel. Rutte begon er mee, Schoof, Tooi, racisme zegt men te bestrijden, geaardheid mag in alle kleuren. Maar is die vrijheid niet een leugen als je onderscheid gaat maken, polariseert, het EvrM afbreekt en GezinsHereniging tracht kosten wat het kost te voorkomen, door het in de landen waar je uit weg wil vluchten, laten inburgeren en taal niveau laten behalen. Hoe onzalig is de racist die niet begrijpt dat hij racist is, geworden. met al de verworvenheden gevierd in regenboogkleuren is men vergeten waarvoor men ooit moest strijden! Zo worden de bevoor-rechtsen misschien wel heel binnenkort de slechtsten als voorbeeld. Zoals de Israeliet zich ziet als door God verkoren volk dat Abrahamitisch zijn bloedbroers, zijn naaste genenpoel mag uitroeien, en we kijken in het Westen toe. Onze ogen worden moe, we willen het ook niet meer volgen, we werden eigenlijk zo stiekem wel en masse en snel ware islamophoben! Een voormalig client van mij, weet niet waarom zijn rug gekromd en arm gebroken is in de nacht waarop men besloten had, na de verkrachtingen en ontberingen in de Gvir gevangenissen, ze mogen dood alle Arabieren in de gevangenis zijn dus plots allen terroristen en zullen worden opgehangen, althans dat is het bloeddorstige verlangen van een volk met PtsD waar we straks ons mededogen voor moeten betonen onder tariffdreigingen van hun handlanger jawel, rechtstreeks uit de levende hel!
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All the pain
all the joy we had
all the hopes and dreams
we left behind
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Dark black hair ran down her radiant skin,
her Lips kissed by wine made egos fall into ravines.
A neck which caressed one's unholy strife,
and eyes whose glance made slaves dance to her delight.
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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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