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.
...
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.
...
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
...
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
...
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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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.
...
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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What's friendship? The hangover's faction,
The gratis talk of outrage,
Exchange by vanity, inaction,
Or bitter shame of patronage.
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WHEN cold December
Froze to grisamber
The jangling bells on the sweet rose-trees--
Then fading slow
And furred is the snow
As the almond's sweet husk--
And smelling like musk.
The snow amygdaline
Under the eglantine
Where the bristling stars shine
...
Every night I hear whispers
Whispers coming from my soul
As its servant I strive its goal
So, I obey this reality twister.
Every night I hear whispers
They show me a warming home
The heat coming from a drifter.
They send me to put an end to its roam
...
In the dimmed halls where echoes fade,
There lies a whisper, a solemn serenade.
'You'll be sorry someday, ' the voices say,
A haunting refrain that won't fade away.
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Blue Boy of Vrindavan,
Where do you keep piping
The flute,
O Krishna with a crown?
...
courtesy latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian,
sexagenarian, and Unitarian son
and modest mastermind maven maverick.
...
Do the job aright
Laudation comes from good performance
Shirking duties fetches fiasco in life.
...
When the superfast train tries to gather it speed
Running at a terrific speed to cover a distance
Appalling with the wonder
of science and technology,
...
Nari Ka Manna/ The Heart of Woman
Nari kaa hridaya,
Manna,
...
long, indeed, long has passed, yet all seem too short.
How I can feel my soul still begging for more.
long may pass for my eyes to get brighten again by you, my mate.
this cruel wind has already taken your scent away.
...
O Darhiyal, how are you,
When asked I? ,
He kept mum,
Said he not,
...
Too long has passed
since i let my lips have a taste of yours,
since our skin warmed each other,
Sine since i gave up my
...
I keep my burqawalli bibi close to my heart,
Conveyng to always,
Dekho magar pyaar se, see me but with love.
...
Under the golden chain tree
Beauty
A fair-looking girl lives,
Smiles she sweetly
...
There's something missing
At end of each day
Chats reminiscing
Echo of replay
...
I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
...
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
...
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,
...
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
...
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
...
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:
...
(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
...
Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
...
Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
...
you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
...
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
...
"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:
...
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:
...
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.
...
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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