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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FANCY, who leads the pastimes of the glad,
Full oft is pleased a wayward dart to throw;
Sending sad shadows after things not sad,
Peopling the harmless fields with signs of woe:
Beneath her sway, a simple forest cry
Becomes an echo of man's misery.
Blithe ravens croak of death; and when the owl
Tries his two voices for a favourite strain--
'Tu-whit--Tu-whoo!' the unsuspecting fowl
Forebodes mishap or seems but to complain;
Fancy, intent to harass and annoy,
Can thus pervert the evidence of joy.
Through border wilds where naked Indians stray,
Myriads of notes attest her subtle skill;
A feathered task-master cries, 'WORK AWAY!'
And, in thy iteration, 'WHIP POOR WILL!'
Is heard the spirit of a toil-worn slave,
Lashed out of life, not quiet in the grave.
What wonder? at her bidding, ancient lays
Steeped in dire grief the voice of Philomel;
And that fleet messenger of summer days,
The Swallow, twittered subject to like spell;
But ne'er could Fancy bend the buoyant Lark
To melancholy service--hark! O hark!
The daisy sleeps upon the dewy lawn,
Not lifting yet the head that evening bowed;
But 'He' is risen, a later star of dawn,
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I dwelt alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a stagnant tide,
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride-
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.
Ah, less- less bright
The stars of the night
Than the eyes of the radiant girl!
That the vapor can make
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I wish to open a door
That the wind closed a thousand years ago
That I may see what's behind it
And how dreams hide within it
I wish to see how the forgotten daffodils are faring in their corners
And the jasmine and lilac atop yonder walls
O I dream of opening a door
That the winds have closed a thousand years ago
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Days turned to weeks
Weeks into months
I couldn't find anyone
Anyone at all
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شێتەکان
کە دەچنە شوێنە گشتییەکان
لۆتییەکان بە ڤۆدگا سەرخۆشیان دەکەن،
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شاعیرەکان کە دەچنە نێو باغ،
بە قەڵەم تەفسیرى گوڵ دەکەن و
بە شیعر مۆمیاى دەکەن،
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شێتەکان سیگارکێشێکى عەجايیبن،
لە یەکەم مژیاندا
دووکەڵێکى خەیاڵاوى وێنا دەکەن،
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ھوین بەرمایکێن ڤێ زەڤییا هشک و هۆلا دبینن،
هەتا دوهی،
ل نشیڤ دلۆپێن بارانەکا بێتویتە و
ل هنداڤی ھەلامەتێن هەوری دا خوە باددا و سەمایەکا بێتابەت دکر؟!
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لە دنیاى شێتگەراییدا
فەیلەسووف لە عەقڵى گومڕایی دێتە دەرێ،
کە دەگات بە دنیاى سروشتی،
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لە دنیاى شێتگەراییدا
دەگەینە هەقیقەت،
دەگەینە کۆتاییى لقى درەختەکان
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(ئەو شێتەى پێنووسێک بە دەستەوە دهگرێت،
ترسناکترە لەو شێتەى شمشێرێک بە دەستەوە دهگرێت!)
نیچە
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دەمێ دەڤێ پەیڤان ژ ئاخێ تژیبووی و
هناڤێن لاپەڕان زۆهابووین،
پەیڤەک ما بو دناڤ برینەکێ ڕا!
لێ ئەڤرو کەسەکێ ژ ژیانێ تێر,
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A drop, a stream, a mighty sea,
Water, essential, for you and me.
Sixty percent of what we are,
Keeps our bodies shining, near and far.
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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 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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