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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There's sunshine in the heart of me,
My blood sings in the breeze;
The mountains are a part of me,
I'm fellow to the trees.
My golden youth I'm squandering,
Sun-libertine am I;
A-wandering, a-wandering,
Until the day I die.
I was once, I declare, a Stone-Age man,
And I roomed in the cool of a cave;
I have known, I will swear, in a new life-span,
The fret and the sweat of a slave:
For far over all that folks hold worth,
There lives and there leaps in me
A love of the lowly things of earth,
And a passion to be free.
To pitch my tent with no prosy plan,
To range and to change at will;
To mock at the mastership of man,
To seek Adventure's thrill.
Carefree to be, as a bird that sings;
To go my own sweet way;
To reck not at all what may befall,
But to live and to love each day.
To make my body a temple pure
Wherein I dwell serene;
To care for the things that shall endure,
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I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table,
A deep rolling bass.
Pounded on the table,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom,
Hard as they were able,
Boom, boom, BOOM,
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Imagine a world without hate,
we take off the apparel of vanity
and wear the breastplate of love
No broken bridges between race
to falter their free flow, trammel
the mix of colours or hamper
the cord that divide belief for war
Imagine a world where swords of war
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Tubal Uriah 'Buzz' Butler fought for workers labored in the oil
to highlight the right of safety while in the night they quietly toil
Trinidad and Tobago celebrates his legacy with a public holiday
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Ink should run dry on
dusty scrolls
Words about walls and weary souls.
In twenty-twenty-six, the trash should be burned
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دەمێکە
من و تۆ هەناسەمان پچڕاوه،
نە زەمەن ڕێگە دەدا
به وردە گەردیلەکانى تیشکى چاوت
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Oh, let's celebrate the resilience, sweetness, and hope of Odisha's summer radiant, alive and keep the global peace.
Ripe mangoes welcome in the orchards, jackfruits burst with sweet joy, and the Raja swings danced under the laughter of women and children.
Rain seems illusion teased by El Niño's breath, still the people enjoying the life — faces glistening, hearts open, sharing slices of fruits and stories of Last Raja under the generous sun.
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Each day, a dance with tiny pills,
A ritual of worried skills.
Just this, I think, I do it right,
Through morning, noon, and fading light.
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Hope is that beautiful thing that keeps me going when I feel completely down
It is what keeps me afloat when I feel like i am about to drown
Hope becomes my faith when I wake up every morning with a heavy head
It turns into my light when all I see is darkness ahead.
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I no longer remember how old I am,
or how many winters have passed me by.
Years touch every face around me,
yet somehow they never touch mine.
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The will to live
And the will to live
With a purpose
Are the
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I see goodness in people—
in faithfulness lived quietly,
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The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 3
Kindergarten
Suffocating
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A whisper in the heart, a steady glow,
A feeling words can't catch, though we may know.
It's more than smiles, more than a gentle touch,
A something vast, that means so very much.
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The mother nature is fulfilling all needs
Feeding the entire creation
The mother nature is happy to see
All her children be blessed with enormous body
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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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