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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FREEDOM’S first champion in our fettered land!
Nor politician nor base citizen
Could gibbet thee, nor silence, nor withstand.
Thy trenchant and emancipating pen
The patriot Lincoln snatched with steady hand,
Writing his name and thine on parchment white,
’Midst war’s resistless and ensanguined flood;
Then held that proclamation high in sight
Before his fratricidal country men,—
“Freedom henceforth throughout the land for all,”—
And sealed the instrument with his own blood,
Bowing his mighty strength for slavery’s fall;
Whilst thou, stanch friend of largest liberty,
Survived,—its ruin and our peace to see.
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Come to me in my dreams, and then
By day I shall be well again!
For so the night will more than pay
The hopeless longing of the day.
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
A messenger from radiant climes,
And smile on thy new world, and be
As kind to others as to me!
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John is a composer of idioms,
a mixer of phrases,
a painter of poems.
John is not insane—
he is an orator,
a weaver of rhyme,
figurative in speech.
John does not like silly nicknames,
nor insults,
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A flurry of lonley smoke cascades from supple lips before running away in the melanchony febuary breeze.
If this smoke was a person, would i whisper sweet nothings in her ear with a voice as sickeningly degrading as honey before devouring her?
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Porn addictions are on par with alcoholism.
'Whore' as if my sexuality defines my feelings.
Breasts are so sexualized now, their original purpose is 'gross'.
'Fuck me! ' As if meaningless sex will bring your dad back.
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The ledger's pages, long and deep,
Hold secrets that the heart can keep.
Each coin spent, each word that flew,
A tangled thread, both old and new.
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ئەى گوڵ! تۆ موحیبەتیت،
چۆن دڵم دێت ڕۆحت بکێشم؛
سەرت لە لەش جـیا بکەمەوە و
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In a small, quaint town is where I found my friend.
In a small, quaint town is where I had fun with my friend.
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Force never succeeds. It fails.
It mimics, mirrors, mocks, and mourns.
It holds no water on the soul,
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Force never succeeds. It fails.
It mimics, mirrors, mocks, and mourns.
It holds no water on the soul,
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Human being.
Male. Female.
Body. Soul.
Iron. Lead.
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Biografie von Ahmad Mahmood Imperator
Ahmad Mahmood Imperator, afghanischer Dichter, Schriftsteller, Rezitator und Grafikdesigner, wurde am 13. Hut 1363 des afghanischen Sonnenkalenders, entsprechend dem 3. März 1985, in Karteh Se in Kabul geboren. Seine familiären Wurzeln reichen in die Provinz Badachschan, in den Distrikt Keschm und in das Dorf Kangorchi zurück.
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"Check the fine print, ' that's the switch and hook
They rewrite the contract, it is a fraudulent look
You walked in the door, signed, and played their game
Now DistroKid is ghosting you
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Here is a question for you Sweety of Mine XOXO
Love's Vintage Of Time
--FreeBird 02
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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
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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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