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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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 free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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 which eludes this verse and any verse,
Unheard by sharpest ear, unform'd in clearest eye or cunningest mind,
Nor lore nor fame, nor happiness nor wealth,
And yet the pulse of every heart and life throughout the world
incessantly,
Which you and I and all pursuing ever ever miss,
Open but still a secret, the real of the real, an illusion,
Costless, vouchsafed to each, yet never man the owner,
Which poets vainly seek to put in rhyme, historians in prose,
Which sculptor never chisel'd yet, nor painter painted,
Which vocalist never sung, nor orator nor actor ever utter'd, 10
Invoking here and now I challenge for my song.
Indifferently, 'mid public, private haunts, in solitude,
Behind the mountain and the wood,
Companion of the city's busiest streets, through the assemblage,
It and its radiations constantly glide.
In looks of fair unconscious babes,
Or strangely in the coffin'd dead,
Or show of breaking dawn or stars by night,
As some dissolving delicate film of dreams,
Hiding yet lingering. 20
Two little breaths of words comprising it.
Two words, yet all from first to last comprised in it.
How ardently for it!
How many ships have sail'd and sunk for it!
How many travelers started from their homes and ne'er return'd!
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The Spring blew trumpets of color;
Her Green sang in my brain --
I heard a blind man groping
"Tap -- tap" with his cane;
I pitied him in his blindness;
But can I boast, "I see"?
Perhaps there walks a spirit
Close by, who pities me, --
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A beautiful thing for to one
To experience, feel and show
Cause it bonds friends, relatives
And lovers.
To fall in love is like putting
Others before yourself
Because it's about the people
You love
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You are my man, my steady light,
The calm that turns my dark to bright.
With every smile, with every touch,
You show me love that means so much.
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My sister walks with gentle grace,
A warm and ever-smiling face.
Her heart is full of selfless care,
Always giving, always there.
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The vows, Never thought we could recite these together before,
The two of us, In these amazing outfits just made for this day,
Its our special day, The day that you and me, become one,
It's our moment, as a couple and as a young family.
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She is polite
Warrior, can fight.
A faithful widow for a dead husband
What was said, to kiss hand.
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I liked the nature and greeness,
Tall trees, and green farms,
Colorful flowers and butterflies
I saw honey, I smiled, I was funny
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A rusted sky falls where the sun descends with a creak of corrosion. Here iron clouds, painted bleeding orange with their stains, runs across the horizon. A watercolor bathed by the sea laps at the canvas edge where sand soaks up all emotion. Salt winds brush their texture over undulating dunes as night swallows the land. A few extended bristles poke spying eyes through the dark surface as earth kisses sky and she opens her starry eyes. Night has disrobed her naked beauty.
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I met the green eyes,
They didn't vanish from my imagination.
Please, don't be cruel,
The greeness and nature are merciful,
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Good morning eyes that are sparkle
Shoot at my heart, charming that kill.
I am astonishing the charming face.
Suddenly, she dissappear, I can't trace.
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This is actually what happened yesterday, don't mean to worry you,
But in a sudden turn of events, I had to change my identity,
Even though I still look like the man in the mirror, I have different goals,
And this is a true story, we have to wait until we see the results.
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There was plenty to do during the day,
From morning, jumping from one hustle to the next,
Looking for money, that buys all that is needed,
At the end of the day.
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Sometimes life treats me so good, I do not have so much to worry about,
That is when my troubles just fly away, but the price that has to be paid,
Thinking about the end goal and it's worth, If it all just works out,
All the elements of the story, Just what the author had said
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Toddler twins,
Holding each other's hands,
Watched the shapes of clouds.
'That's a lion, ' said the first one,
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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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