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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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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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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Awake O Jadava, O Krishna the cowherd!
Who will take the cows to graze?
When hundreds of cowherds come thronging
Who will be their leader?
Awake O Jadava, O Krishna the cowherd!
Who will take the cows to graze?
Who will relish sweet dishes made from milk andghee?
Who will drink deliciously thickened milk?
O Hari, mighty like an elephant, who will bridle terrible Kaliya?
Who will bear the weight of the entire earth?
Awake O Jadava, O Krishna the cowherd!
Who will take the cows to graze?
While grazing the cows on the banks of Jamuna
Who will play the honeyed flute?
We will always please you by singing your praises, says Narsaiyya
Else, who will grasp our hands when we sink?
Awake O Jadava, O Krishna the cowherd!
Who will take the cows to graze?
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Cried the navy-blue ghost
Of Mr. Belaker
The allegro Negro cocktail-shaker,
"Why did the cock crow,
Why am I lost,
Down the endless road to Infinity toss'd?
The tropical leaves are whispering white
As water; I race the wind in my flight.
The white lace houses are carried away
By the tide; far out they float and sway.
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I saw you seated by the flame.
You outshone in frame and name.
This hand for faint a line I blame,
That has not painted you too well.
I searched you in the jostling crowd,
Your being when I saw set my core aloud.
Such face as yours is not behind the Cloud
As Nature still has painted you too well.
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Some chase Louis Vuitton, Gucci, and pride,
With luxury worn on every side.
They spend a fortune just to prove
A status only trends approve.
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You were the first sunrise my eyes ever knew,
the quiet mountain on whose shoulders my tomorrow learned to stand.
Your palms were maps of broken seasons,
yet they blossomed into bread before our hunger could speak.
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Recite every rhythm of our childhood folklore
Whether myth, fiction, or real-life stories
Mami Wata comes to heart
Once dreadful tale of our village Akọ̀tàn
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Silicon, lime, iron, aluminum earth fired as clay
Mixed with sand, gravel and water to set for a day
Wet cement without forms I ran in all directions
I carry others footprints, too late for corrections
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پیاوە پیرەکان
لە هزردا هەمەچەشنەن،
دەشڵێن (فەیلەسووفێکى سرووشتین*،)
نەختێکیان پاڵیان بە مەرگدا داوەتەوە.
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منداڵەکان
هەندێ جار بیر لە بارەغەمى خۆرەتاو دەکەنەوە،
بۆ بارەکەى قورس کردووە؟
هەندێ جار لە سێبەرى دارێک دەڕوانن
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Together you and I
Can reach the stars in the sky.
Together you and I
Can touch rainbows if we try.
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The music of mind plays to the lyrics of life
Many mornings have painted the world in calm and beauty
Some nights are wonderful just like marvellous dreams
Time is the deep ocean and life is the mariner
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I am not lightning falling—
I am the bolt of light
that carves its own form
in the flash itself.
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Who truly sees
truly knows.
Who claims to know
has not yet learned to see.
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From the deep well of the heart,
vibrations rise and gather—
not as notes, but a living current
that carries the listener
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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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