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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Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like the curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
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I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
narrowing,
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
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The morning paints the sky with gold.
A gentle story yet untold.
The breeze awakens leaves and flowers.
And hope returns with every hour.
Soft sunlight warms the waking earth.
Reminding hearts of wonder's worth.
Each dawn arrives with quiet grace.
A new beginning to embrace.
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5 Stages of Human Decomposition in the tentrametic form of Dr. Seuss. A dialogue between father and son on the subject of death.
'What happens to us when we're dead and we're done? '
Asked a child who I knew from his being my son.
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From Denmark's shore, a restless tide,
To England's land, they strode with pride.
Across the seas, in Europe's heart,
The Danes took hold, and played their part.
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بشکستـــــــه اند شـــــان و شــکوه و غرور را
بربـــــــاد داده انـــــــد زمـــــــــام امـــــــور را
بر بستــــــه اند چشمــه ای خورشیـد و نور را
بیمــــــــــار کـــــرده اند همــــه افکار جور را
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My ways may seem a bit behind,
Like yesterday's gentle kind.
But this is how I've always been,
A steady path, a familiar scene.
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De zelfde leugenaars die met schone sier linten knippen bij het antislavernij standbeeld, bezuinigen op sociaal bestel om wapens te kopen en verkopen! Om oorlogshandel goed te keuren en U voor hun agressie te laten betalen! Dezelfde mensen die u besturen willen dat u goedkoop blijft arbeiden zodat zij hun mooie baantjes dik betaald met zeer vette secondaire voorwaarden en zelfs 13e maand kunnen behouden! Dezelfde mensen die hun huis zwart laten schoonmaken door arbeidsmigranten en zgn illegalen, zij stemmen Triojetten en PVV! Die mensen die niet begrijpen hoe dun de waarheid is waarop zij in hun privileges schaatsen! Ja, die zelfde mensen en geen ander op de gezonde uitzondering na! !
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کە ڕێم دەکەوێتە هەمەدان
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وەک باڵووڵی ماهی دێم و دەچم،
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A Veil of Fire
A Veil of Fire
In the shadows of Nigeria's vibrant cities
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The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 10
Shiffman's shifts are unpredictable and too extreme for me
With my mentor deserting me I feel trapped and vulnerable
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If you forget me,
or do so much that all our feelings
will fade from memory,
I want you to know one thing:
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Rotten society
If we let the bloodshed go on
in a modus, we don't care
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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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