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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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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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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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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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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O, what is that whimpering there in the darkness?
'Let him lie in my arms. He is breathing, I know.
Look. I'll wrap all my hair round his neck' - 'The sea's rising,
The boat must be lightened. He's dead. He must go.'
See - quick - by that flash, where the bitter foam tosses,
The cloud of white faces, in the black open boat,
And the wild pleading woman that clasps her dead lover
And wraps her loose hair round his breast and his throat.
'Come, lady, he's dead.' - 'No, I feel his heart beating,
He's living, I know. But he's numbed with the cold.
See, I'm wrapping my hair all around him to warm him.' -
- 'No. We can't keep the dead, dear. Come, loosen your hold.
'Come. Loosen your fingers.' - ' O God, let me keep him!' -
O, hide it, black night! Let the winds have their way!
And there are no voices or ghosts from that darkness,
To fret the bare seas at the breaking of day.
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Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
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The feeling of love is something magical
No, not true
Magic is made up, it is a lie
Love isn't a lie, it's a feeling of freedom inside a person
The love I feel is so strong
Strong like your gaze
The love I feel is hidden in myself
You have the key
I gave myself away to someone who used it as scraps
Another photo in the gallery of art
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एक मौत ऐसी चाहिए
चेहरे पर मुस्कुराहट
मूँछों पर वही पुराना ताव
और आँखों में आख़िरी पल तक चमक हो
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We are unknown to each other,
So everybody whispers,
'No hope at all, '
But they are wrong,
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They say when your loved one dies
they come to visit you
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Years and years of my life had I lost
Collecting stuff that would not forever stay,
As the morning turns to night to die
They would leave me one fine day.
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From Vesterålen's northern shore,
A young voice rose to ask for more.
The eighteen-year-old found the sound,
Where 'Graveyard Paradise' was found.
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Off the school bus I'd take a shortcut to see you as you worked on the farm by yourself
In Spring you showed me newborn lambs you had delivered with difficulty
Together we'd collect goose eggs from straw-strewn nesting boxes
You'd remind me to watch out for the angry gander
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There once was a poetess of love
Who searched seas and skies up above
She once thought she found it
She thrice wrote around it
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They said Nwanyi can't do this,
Can't eat that,
Can't own this,
Can't mount that.
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I search my lover
Always to find love anew
Forever searching You
Never getting close enough
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For close to four decades,
It has stood on marble.
Not on sand.
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बाज़ार की हलचल और सौदेबाज़ी के शोर के बीच,
एक शांत कब्रिस्तान एक अलग ही कहानी कहता है।
वहाँ आमने-सामने, शांति से खड़े लोग,
एक सच के सामने जहाँ सारी इच्छाएँ खत्म हो जाती हैं।
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The Sky Is On Fire
The sky is on fire—
not with wrath, not with war,
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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 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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