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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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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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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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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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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WELCOME, welcome, little stranger,
Fear no harm, and fear no danger;
We are glad to see you here,
For you sing 'Sweet Spring is near.'
Now the white snow melts away;
Now the flowers blossom gay:
Come dear bird and build your nest,
For we love our robin best.
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'Come, try your skill, kind gentlemen,
A penny for three tries!'
Some threw and lost, some threw and won
A ten-a-penny prize.
She was a tawny gypsy girl,
A girl of twenty years,
I liked her for the lumps of gold
That jingled from her ears;
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Death — that door, that sudden, silent invitation.
There is no fear, no violence —
only peace, only tired surrender.
It is like the first soft bed
after years of walking a road of stones.
Before reaching it, there is noise inside you,
restlessness…
but suddenly — calmness.
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Still With You
When everything feels too heavy
and the day keeps missing its mark,
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When it rains, I lose my sense of direction,
the world reduced to glass and grey.
I stand at the window, watching myself blur,
unsure which way my thoughts have gone.
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It is now the time of year,
a time of love, not fear.
We all can smell and feel
the Christmas atmosphere.
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Losing his hair was the first thing I noticed. Then he lost his place in Sea Cliff Hardware when they closed down. He had a meltdown and stayed out of work for too long, then the owner at the Hardware Store in Oyster Bay took him back but didn't give him the same hours.
His handyman jobs dwindled to nothing. After about two years, he finally got work at the Glen Head Hardware store Mon-Fri, but doesn't seem to be doing much handyman work at all.
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Most men are idiots.
I have found they are mainly stupidity walking on two legs with two heads.
Doesn't mean I don't like men.
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Tucked in his cavern with slatted 3/4 views,
he thinks he is sneaky,
but through the slats I see you.
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Colorful butterfly in the colors of the rainbow.
Unique in beauty, grace, virtue and glory.
Unique because of cold blood.
Possessor of a transitory life.
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The tree stands tall, with branches wide and free,
We deck its limbs with care, with light and cheer,
A symbol of the joy that we can see,
In Christ's birth, so full of hope and near.
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Some trees provide fruit, others shade, some flower while from others furniture is made
The stain of pain painted in rivers of its growing grain, a forest forgot in a polished knot
Bark skin peeled away, wood bones on display, feet buried in clay will soon decay
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EVERY DAY POEM-4
15th December 2025
(For A Far Away Friend)
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As the dew of Hermon
falls without a sound,
it kisses the weary hills
and cools the ache of night.
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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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