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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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 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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Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens,
When I have no engagements written on my block,
When no one comes to disturb my inward peace,
When no one comes to take me away from myself
And turn me into a patchwork, a jig-saw puzzle,
A broken mirror that once gave a whole reflection,
Being so contrived that it takes too long a time
To get myself back to myself when they have gone.
The years are too strickly measured, and life too short
For me to afford such bits of myself to my friends.
And what have I to give my friends in the last resort?
An awkwardness, a shyness, and a scrap,
No thing that's truly me, a bootless waste,
A waste of myself and them, for my life is mine
And theirs presumably theirs, and cannot touch.
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not of silver nor of coral,
but of weatherbeaten laurel.
Here, he introduced a sea
uniform like tapestry;
here, a fig-tree; there, a face;
there, a dragon circling space --
designating here, a bower;
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I know it means nothing,
To you,
But it still means everything,
To me.
A comment you didn't think about,
Just slipped from through your lips,
I'm still reassured now,
Nearly a year later,
By what you said when I felt,
So alone,
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And as the ashes of my mortal me
laid a milky blanket in the wind
the sight of might, a milky sheet
and at the stage of dearest memory
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I'm not the victim you thought I was in your wicked game
For I stand with an empowering heart holding a victorious flame
Thankyou for giving me the biggest lesson my life needed to know
Even though I've had to climb the hardest summit but it's fuelled the fire within me to grow
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Let the universe journey our souls into the atmospheric soil we tread
Planting that the rich seed of positivity is our truth we need to spread
We find ourselves in tormented walls and begin trekking to rediscover our authentic hearts
Cement that fire from within and when that happens your journey over the rainbow truly starts
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Hey Great Eagle
Hey, great eagle, high up in my cedar tree,
I see you there—do you see me? With your regal snowy head and watchful eyes,
You circle slowly through the skies.
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I am a poet, i love to invoke the muse to sing to me words of truth and divine that'll flow into the world and eternally shine like the glittering diamonds
once dug out from the deepest mine
i am a poet, i never beat my wings in the void forever love to parse every matter and call a spade a spade oft times, it may seem bitter and down the spine send a shiver
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In between two dots- birth and death he dangles like a piece of cloth on a thin rope called hope
that connects both
being exposed to the gale of summer
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I hear your presence in the frenzied spring
that in the shinning sun frenziedly sings while weaving the glittering diamonds into a string
i feel your presence in the smile of the innocent child when he smiles at the flying birds and the butterflies
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DISPENSARY
The kindest people on earth?
My fellow patrons of the Prime Leaf Cannabis Dispensary,
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The sun doesn't age,
a golden sentinel,
blazing eternal watch
over the turning world.
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My chair was soft, I slept so deep,
A little nap, a gentle sleep.
Then music played, a tinkling sound,
From chimes that hung, all around.
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Years passed by
In no time; Yet
The friendship afresh
Like on the day of our wedding,
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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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