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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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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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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When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.
And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words
A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.
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As Parmigianino did it, the right hand
Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer
And swerving easily away, as though to protect
What it advertises. A few leaded panes, old beams,
Fur, pleated muslin, a coral ring run together
In a movement supporting the face, which swims
Toward and away like the hand
Except that it is in repose. It is what is
Sequestered. Vasari says, "Francesco one day set himself
To take his own portrait, looking at himself from that purpose
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I saw a black labyrinth.
I went into it.
Then I felt every step beneath my feet.
I heard someone laughing,
someone getting frustrated,
someone looking down.
But I was still there—
still riding a roller coaster.
Each heartbeat began to feel faster and heavier.
My dark thoughts were flowing in my blood.
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Blue-eyed horses —
a shutter freeze-framing the universe behind the lens,
shivering at a touch light as a falling willow leaf,
a slender horse fly riding the ripples down its creamy-flanked coat
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Watching wells pitched deep, tarred.
Eyes prelude, moist unseeable scars.
Gashing, healing like breathes of mirth.
Cavernous deluge, refuse of mental birth.
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Man imitates,
Consumers in the food chain!
Like frogs to grasshoppers,
Hawks to snakes,
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लहू बोल रहा है।।।।
न ज़ात न पात, इंसां के लिए।
इस प्यारे हिन्दुस्तां के लिए।
रहबर के लिए, राही के लिए।।
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My Introduction
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I have no mechanical position
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जानते, सब कुछ हैं,
सारे, ज़माने, वाले।
तेरी औक़ात है क्या,
आने और जाने वाले।
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शुक्र ए ख़ुदा के हम सब खाने गए कबाब।
था ज़ाइक़ा कबाब का, सचमुच में लाजवाब।
ये शीन सर की कोशिश काविश का था, समर।
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मांग है मेरी, है ये सपना।
नशा मुक्त हो भारत अपना ।
गुटखा, खैनी, पान, सुपारी।
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A sudden wobble, you can't stand tall,
A dizzy spin, you're about to fall.
That's B for Balance, going wrong,
A shaky start, where life feels long.
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Sunlight warm, a sudden gleam,
A happy thought, a waking dream.
A gentle breeze, a passing sigh,
Just for this moment, you and I.
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The lizard left;
the kitten is playing with
the tail left behind.
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A quiet glance, a distant air,
They seem to keep a world to share.
No chatter on the crowded bus,
Just space for all, without a fuss.
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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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