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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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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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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THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.'
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The old moon is tarnished
With smoke of the flood,
The dead leaves are varnished
With colour like blood.
A treacherous smiler
With teeth white as milk,
A savage beguiler
In sheathings of silk
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That day, when I knew everything about you,
That you really like the color of green and blue,
You captivate me with your brown eyes,
I couldn't imagine my heart fall for how you are very nice.
Your calm voice echoes in my mind,
Until I realize you are one of the thing that I always find.
When I hold your hand at the dike,
As you tell me that it is your first time to hike.
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A day trip to Gubbio from Perugia,
an old historical town in Umbria, Italy,
perched on a hill overlooking Roman ruins,
with nearby hills and plains crammed with
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When you look up in the sky
And see the brightest star
Remember I am by your side
No matter where you are
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In a crowded room of faces
Through all the noise and endless places
A thousand voices surrounding me
It's only you I ever see
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I do not remember a childhood filled with laughter and carefree days. I remember silence. I remember doors closing too hard, voices breaking in the middle of the night, and the constant feeling that something was about to fall apart.
While other children learned to play, I learned to watch.
I learned to read eyes before books, moods before stories, and storms before the rain arrived. I became an expert at feeling what everyone else felt, as if the peace of the house depended on it, as if my own safety lived inside their emotions.
I was only a little girl, yet I carried worries far too heavy for my small hands.
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लाइट जलेगी इल्म की फिर से, मेरे गांव की बस्ती में।
मर्द ए मुजाहिद होंगे रहबर, होगी पढ़ाई सस्ती में।
दादाजी के दिल का फूल, जन्नत में खिल जाएगा।
इल्म का मर्कज़ जब अपना ये अलीनगर बन जाएगा।
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चलो चलें, चलो चलें,
चलो चलें जी, चलो चलें।
जनगणना को चलो चलें।
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जो ओहदे को पाकर के मग़रूर हैं।
ज़मीं की सतह से बहुत दूर हैं।
समझते हैं मुझ सा है कोई नहीं,
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Peshawa Kakayi / Kurdystan / Irak.
Wiersz w języku kazachskim, tłumaczenie na rosyjski Madyar Espanov [Madiyar Ospanov].
Z rosyjskiego na język polski przetłumaczył Zbigniew Mirosławski.
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The perfect folk, who never stray,
Perhaps they live another way.
But those who claim, no slip or fall,
Are blind, and hide behind a wall.
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A whisper soft, a knowing deep,
Where hidden truth the heart does keep.
No grand church bells, no painted art,
But faith is a seed within each heart.
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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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