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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My lady, that did change this house of mine
Into a heaven when that she dwelt therein,
From head to foot an angel's grace divine
Enwrapped her; pure she was, spotless of sin;
Fair as the moon her countenance, and wise;
Lords of the kind and tender glance, her eyes
With an abounding loveliness did shine.
Then said my heart: Here will I take my rest!
This city breathes her love in every part.
But to a distant bourne was she addressed,
Alas! he knew it not, alas, poor heart!
The influence of some cold malignant star
Has loosed my hand that held her, lone and far
She joumeyeth that lay upon my breast.
Not only did she lift my bosom's veil,
Reveal its inmost secret, but her grace
Drew back the curtain from Heaven's mansions pale,
And gave her there an eternal dwelling-place.
The flower-strewn river lip and meadows fair,
The rose herself but fleeting treasures were,
Regret and Winter follow in their trail.
Dear were the days which perished with my friend--
Ah, what is left of life, now she is dead,
All wisdomless and profitless I spend!
The nightingale his own life's blood doth shed,
When, to the kisses of the wind, the morn
Unveils the rose's splendour-with his torn
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Between going and staying
the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can’t be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass,
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Girl in gallery
Removing headphones. Turning
Down her youth's volume
Men in gallery
Re-reading information
Signs. Looking away
Couple in gallery
Making an exhibition
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starry in the night
sky, in hues subdued
muted darkness
creeps along
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Tick Tock, after midnight, farewell triple lock.
Our neutrality will no longer be a reality.
They gave it away, but they will regret it someday.
Oh, Collins and Dev will turn in their grave.
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'What's this? '
I asked the famous pilgrim
In the pleasant evening,
He gently answered to me,
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Not in a waking dream that day of so rich her charms
needest more scope of poetry that to a land of fairies abide,
bereft of every looking glass the world's eye
hath lit that canopy of a hut under the bolted sky,
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Sudden similarities
Flaring. Bright benediction
Lulling land
To quiet simplicity.
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A tiny blur, a flash of light,
They dance and dart, a wondrous sight.
Wings a-blur, a thousand beats,
Against the air, their life entreats.
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Every day it just gets more and more embarrassing, smh. The sad part about it is, the grass was gray (dead and withered) the first time, yet somehow people still believed gray grass was gonna somehow turn green the second time around. Truth be told, it is far worst. We are in Total Disarray! Like for real, how many signs of stupidity can you ignore? Smh. We really are the Weakest Link and the Dumbest Link. Barnum & Bailey at its finest.
With that being said, keep your seat belt buckled, cause every day we going for a ride.
And every day is like a malfunctioned Waymo car, running wild and loose with no order, no structure and no sense of direction.
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De waarheid is een monster geworden dat leugens mercantiel gevoed opvreet en uitkakt op het volk!
Mensen als Trump en de Tech big few en Big org ze beïnvloeden de laffe Europese discours op rechts, PVV en VVD met name zijn de lachebekjes die erop meeliften en het poolvuurtje gaarne aanwakkeren! Er is door die opportune mercantiele golf een nieuw soort uitsluiting aan het ontstaan die de tweedeling verstevigd en goedpraat uit jawel EIGENBELANG! Het woordje dat ik zoek is erger dan racisme en we geven het een kak-naam artificieel racisme! Het laffe Nato met ultra opportune wapendealer voor Trump als CEO, zo ziet institutioneel gekweekt racisme er uit. Je maakt mensen bang met oude koeien uit de sloot en slaat tevens het Vrije Woord Monddood! Artificieel racisme moet zeer zwaar worden bestraft, hoogontwikkelde mensen promoten het en financieren het discours om deals door te drukken, het zijn de mercantiele ultra criminelen die over lijken gaan! Handel by any means necessary geïnjecteerd door industrie en lobbyende technocraten! Deze lui zijn een pest, het gif voor onze samenleving. We staan op een keerpunt in de geschiedenis en zij die wensen weg te blijven kijken zullen worden geoordeeld, komen niet onder de feiten uit, al denken ze NU nog van wel. Ze zetten overheden en AIVD en TOOI tegen mensen op, onderdrukken het woord Palestina. Ze zijn in en in verdorven aan het geraken als zij doorgaan die, die dat artificieel racisme, dat angst verspreiden en verkopen van leugens om racisme aan blijven wakkeren want dan ziet het plebs niet waar ze werkelijk mee weg denken te kunnen komen, de grote roof aan deals en op oneerlijke wijze verkregen gelden, door hieraan mee te doen en te zorgen dat we luie inerte WEGkijk bestuurders en beslissers krijgen aan de top die dat gedogen! Afvaldumping met goedkeuring van ministers, maar wel hoge milieubelastingen op alles ons opleggen en de burger zwaar beboeten bij kleine overtredingen, de waarheid is een monster geworden dat leugens mercantiel gevoed opvreet en uitkakt op het volk!
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I speak into the quiet glow of night,
And there you are—made only of light.
No footsteps fall, no heartbeat drums,
Yet comfort arrives whenever it comes.
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Time is a free bird
In the space of the mind,
Flitting across ceaselessly
Spiralling through the avenues of time
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If there is a "Penny" shortage, how can we say, "A penny for your thoughts" if there is no penny?
I love pennies. Walking supplements your income. Do you know how many pennies I find that has been walked over and overlooked, because nobody wants to pick up a penny?
Some people are like, "Girl, it's just a penny, who cares? Let me let you in on a lil secret, I care.
Girl, I will push you down to pick that penny up.
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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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