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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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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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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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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CHILD of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream
Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour of rest
Is come, and thou art silent in thy age;
Save when the wind sweeps by and sounds are caught
Ambiguous, neither wholly thine nor theirs.
Oh! there is life that breathes not; Powers there are
That touch each other to the quick in modes
Which the gross world no sense hath to perceive,
No soul to dream of. What art Thou, from care
Cast off-abandoned by thy rugged Sire,
Nor by soft Peace adopted; though, in place
And in dimension, such that thou might'st seem
But a mere footstool to yon sovereign Lord,
Huge Cruachan, (a thing that meaner hills
Might crush, nor know that it had suffered harm
Yet he, not loth, in favour of thy claims
To reverence, suspends his own; submitting
All that the God of Nature hath conferred,
All that he holds in common with the stars,
To the memorial majesty of Time
Impersonated in thy calm decay!
Take, then, thy seat, Vicegerent unreproved!
Now, while a farewell gleam of evening light
Is fondly lingering on thy shattered front,
Do thou, in turn, be paramount; and rule
Over the pomp and beauty of a scene
Whose mountains, torrents, lake, and woods, unite
To pay thee homage; and with these are joined,
In willing admiration and respect,
Two Hearts, which in thy presence might be called
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The ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow;
Satin and jewels grand
Are all at my command,
And I am happy now.
And my lord he loves me well;
But, when first he breathed his vow,
I felt my bosom swell-
For the words rang as a knell,
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A symphony of brilliant red
October weaves with crimson thread.
Those early weeks of blushing trees
And yellow-orange leaves can ease
A wistful man to reminisce
About his years of youthful bliss.
But once October's leaves are shed,
November can be seen ahead.
It brings along the shorter days,
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I think I'm ready to stop making excuses
for the things I know hurt me.
I want to be proud of the way I live
When nobody is watching.
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Vroeger moest ik wel eens een uur of anderhalf wachten voordat ik Kon bellen wanneer mijn zusjes weer eens smoor aan de tuuter hingen. Dan kreeg ik na wat net aandringen pumps naar mijn hoofd toe gesmeten vanuit het baldakijnse Hemelbed van vader. Toen kwam de tijd dat we gingen eten en rustig wilden spreken met elkaar, maar daar was dat kreng dan weerdat heen en weer van dat gepingpong geringel!
Nou toen had mijn vader een dikke kast in zijn Mercedes slc 350 kofferbak, dan was hij haast de enige aan de kade van Scheveningen die mobiel kon bellen, al gauw werd dat een Kermit plat rechthoekig uitklapbaar ding met kleine spriet er boven op! Dan was je iemand. Nu heeft haast tout le monde zo'n verrekte kreng in zijn zak kringeletingelend vibrerend, men neemt er de onrust mee de wereld in!
Een soort Pandoradoos van valse hoop, onbescheiden verlangen en alibi voor aanwezig luid Gekakkafoneer. Geen wonder, de mens schuwt de camera's niet meer en pretendeert in alle theatrale onschuld niets te hebben om te verbergen! Maar als in the eye of the beholder iets niet bevalt dan harrasst men je met video en foto opnames met mobiel of met buurtapp, de politie je beste vriend is er dan wel als de kippen bij want roddel is macht geworden, horen en wederhoren is er niet meer bij, onze mobiels hebben extra ogen en oren een nieuwe tijd geboren!
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The world spins fast, a dizzying race,
Too much we've built, in time and space.
Our greed took hold, a hungry flame,
Whispering ruin, calling its name.
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If your being blackened or blacked out, pushed out for your humanity and incorruptible open stance you know you will be a sturdy island in the milked away ocean! People sucking the life out of you behind walls of luxury and imposed fears on demand by any army or company, complicit society, how long before you've drowned the one you were or where you used to be; Whom again oh pardon me! ! Merely bubbles in a glass of stinking champagne!
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Two Cups
One cup for the version of me
who wakes up ready, They share the same pot.
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Çok uzakta bir anı var.
Güzelliğin, gülümsemen.
Ayrılık öncesi son görüşme.
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Caminando voy sin saber muy bien que sendero andar...hacia donde ir
Hoy me pregunté cuál sera mi fin para que vivir..
Caminando voy
tejiendo puentes de esperanza hacia un mundo mejor
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The kitchen light hums at four in the morning,
and the kettle takes its time,
the way old friends do.
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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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