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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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 free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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HARK! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty bin,
My lady sweet, arise!
Arise, arise!
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The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
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In this scattered world,
I saw myself as on held.
I thought of my future,
But I'ven't changed nature.
I saw the way of the faded,
But I feel like isolated.
I wanted to someone's pen,
But the ink flows like hen.
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In those days...........
No one was dearer to your attraction
An image is hovering over my brain;
You were beauty among the beauties;
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Mama, you saw, suffered, survived, smiled,
Mama, you sunk as sun March 5,2026, to see the Lord.
At 89. In victory.
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Intact—utterly intact—remained the entire meditation,
A vibrant heart, fully enveloped-
With the swimming of waves in a procession of roses.
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Congo clapped for these mosquitoes,
Who invaded her netted borders,
With their toxic stings stretched out,
Silently sucking her blood out.
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A Sign From The Almighty
I now arrive at this
Meeting of many ways
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A dream or an overdream? Out of it, I am a student, single, and living with my parents. In it, I am a traveller, a stranger living next door to a middle-aged couple. The husband is also a traveller. I dwell beside them without their notice, as though I have entered their world without leaving a footprint.
One day, the woman sees me through the window of my house and comes near to introduce herself. It is a silent introduction; hardly a word passes between us. The only words I manage to utter are, "I am your new neighbour." After that encounter, I become her friend. Whenever her husband is away, she invites me into her house. Yet there is something strange about her. She is a witch, and she is less young than my mother.
One day, while we are together, I suddenly feel the body of a serpent pressing against my chest. Ouch! Before I can understand what is happening, the woman transforms into an enormous anaconda lying heavily upon my bony chest. I cannot breathe. I tremble. I become speechless. Fortunately, there is a hunting spear in the room. I seize it and drive it into the serpent's heavily scaled body. The creature struggles, then begins to lose its breath. At last, it dies. I sigh heavily, drawing endless air from the depths of my lungs, as though I have just returned from the edge of death.
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I'm a complete man
She says- money is her beauty
But I say- it's my oxygen
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I outlived many others
didn't outlive many others
I outlived my sisters and my brothers
didn't outlive many fathers or mothers
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In an isolation room;
a tailorbird taking out cotton
fastened to a grill.
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Moonlit shore;
myself trying to recall
the dream I last dreamt.
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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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