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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With my Beloved I alone have been,
When secrets tenderer than evening airs
Passed, and the Vision blest
Was granted to my prayers,
That crowned me, else obscure, with endless fame;
The while amazed between
His Beauty and His Majesty
I stood in silent ecstasy
Revealing that which o'er my spirit went and came.
Lo, in His face commingled
Is every charm and grace;
The whole of Beauty singled
Into a perfect face
Beholding Him would cry,
'There is no God but He, and He is the most High.'
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Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?
Last night as I was sleeping,
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Do not forget me:
I, the slain casualty of Time,
The game of pandemic violence;
The hunters prowl, the game restless
But an undead fears no mortal.
Mortals breathe, I moreso;
I whoosh, I whisper, I woof,
Lone bursts of wilful death spurt;
Cast me not into the earth; I am
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Between rain and sunlight,
this land keeps changing its mind.
The hills breathe mist into the morning,
and the sky hangs low enough
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You do not ask the earth to keep your footprint.
You walk, and let the dust decide.
You do not fear the darkened room
where breath loosens from the ribs
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The chestnut trees of Europe
still speak in quiet tongues beneath the rain,
their roots entangled with forgotten roads
laid down by Roman hands.
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How fragile a child appears
in a hospital room,
when his small hand reaches for yours
as though your touch alone
could hold the world together.
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Our love for our children
exists beyond language.
One may keep a diary of the day,
record each passing hour,
every word uttered,
every action taken,
every tear restrained,
every prayer whispered in silence;
yet nothing can truly capture
what a parent feels.
…
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Inspired by The Tao Te Ching:
• 'Because she does not compete, no one can compete with her.' (Chapter 22)
• "He who stands on tiptoe is not steady. He who strides cannot maintain the pace. He who brags is not distinguished. He who boasts is not meritorious.' (Chapter 24)
• "The softest things in the world overcome the hardest.' (Chapter 43)
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Melbourne's Winds
Basim Alansari
02/06/2026
On the forty-sixth floor,
sleep became a negotiation
with the wind.
All night,
it moved around the building,
pressing against glass,
whistling through unseen spaces,
announcing its presence
with a confidence
usually reserved for living things.
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Go tell the leaders pacing polished floors,
Who track the profit in a sudden fall;
A rough, storm-battered hull has hit the reef,
Answering the heavy, final call.
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page may hold the dreams you keep,
Though every line is still a start.
The roots of growth run quiet and deep,
Drawn not from noise but from the heart.
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The brightest stars don't always blaze,
They shine because they know their place.
Each careful step through changing days
Leaves gentle strength and quiet grace.
…
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I ask life for nothing grand,
No endless skies, no promised land.
Just a little peace within my soul,
And a road that leads me to my goal.
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I've smelled orange blossoms, night Jasmin, magnolia, viburnum and honeysuckle
Taken a toke of marijuana, snorted cocaine, fine whiskey, wine and on champagne had a chuckle
But none can compare to sitting on my deck chair breathing night's air of angel trumpets blooming
Heaven knows no equal, there is no sequel to such delicious surreal mental perfuming
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Is this our last goodbye?
Or is there still one more chance to try?
Is this our final night?
Or will tomorrow bring us back into the light?
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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 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
...
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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185
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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