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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Sun and wind and beat of sea,
Great lands stretching endlessly…
Where be bonds to bind the free?
All the world was made for me!
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
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You may not be able to see me,
but that does not mean I am no longer here.
You may not be able to touch me,
but that does not mean I am gone forever.
The physical world may know me to be dead,
but I am, in truth, very much alive -
more alive, in fact, than I have ever been,
In ways that you do not understand.
You think that I am unaware of how much you miss me,
but know that I miss you even more.
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Life Is What I Make It - 1
Today...
Gloomy
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A broken cup, a fallen tear,
A whisper in the dark, 'I fear
I'm not myself, the joy has flown,
My spirit withered, overthrown.'
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MET HET NIEUWE PACT ZAL HET DE IND NAUWELIJKS MEER LUKKEN OPRECHT HUMANISTISCHE INBORSTEN TE WERVEN, ZE ZULLEN MOETEN OVERLEVEN MET MENSEN OP UITERST TRIO RECHTS DAT IS DE WAARHEID EN MEN VERZET ZICH ER NIET EENS TEGEN! IN DEZE DEMOCRATIE ZOU MEN NAAR SIT INN AMBTENAREN MOETEN LUISTEREN EN NIET NAAR MEGALOMANE EU EN NATO EN RODE STREEP LEUGENAARS! DE ENIGE GELUKSCHOOIERS DIE IK ZIE ZIJN DIE GENE DIE DIT VEROORZAAKTEN EN DIE ZICH MENSELIJK DEMOCRATISCH DURVEN TE NOEMEN! GELOOF ME ERASMUS LACHT JULLIE UIT MET ZIJN LOF!
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ALS VRIJHEID BETEKENT DAT JE GENOCIDE MAG PLEGEN EN WAPENS NAAR PALESTINA MAG STUREN OM GELD TE VERDIENEN, ALS DEMOCRATIE BETEKENT DAT WE MOGEN KIEZEN DAT WE MINDER MINDER WILLEN EN MEER PEROXIDE DAN VERGIFTIGEN WE ONZE EIGEN MORAAL EN IS DIE VRIJHEID DOOD OF SCHIJN GEKOCHT DOOR HEN DIE KUNNEN KOPEN
ALS VRIJHEID BETEKENT DAT MEN MIDDELS ONZE DIENDERS, ROMEO'S EN JULIA'S PROVOCEREND DE VRIJHEID VAN MENINGSUITING DE MOND ACTIEF SNOERT, MONDDOOD SLAAT MET LAF BESTUUR DAN ZIJN WE ONVRIJ EN ERGER SLAAFS DAN DE PEST DER SLAAFSHEID! DAN VERDIENEN WE JULLIE VOGELVRIJE JUK, VEEL GELUK!
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They asked if I lived in a third-world country.
I giggled and sobbed and then—
I said yes.
And they said, 'Which one? '
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Cansado, medio dormido
Moviéndome con fatiga luego de horas de trabajo
Bebo un vaso de agua, mientras recordaba todo lo que había vivido
Mientras caminaba de vuelta a mi habitación, lo vi
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Abrí los ojos
Estaba sobre una cama polvorienta
Me levanto y camino entre vidrios rotos
Y llego hasta lo que parece ser una escena violenta
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Entre el enorme rebaño
Y las ovejas crédulas
Se halla el maestro del engaño
El lobo, malvado hasta la medula
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En las frías calles
En una noche lluviosa
Pocos vendedores notan pequeños detalles
Como si unos artículos desaparecieran de forma silenciosa
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Se abre el bello telón
Las luces apuntan al centro del escenario
Dejando expectantes a los que se encuentran en el salón
Aparece el protagonista de la obra con dramatismo innecesario
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En el vacío, lejos de las estrellas
Se halla el astro carmesí
Diferente a las lunas bellas
Y que solo causa frenesí
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Ella abrió los ojos
Con vagos recuerdos de haber perseguido una liebre
Aquel con ojos rojos
Que la guio por un túnel fúnebre
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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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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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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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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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