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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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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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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Cold are the crabs that crawl on yonder hills,
Colder the cucumbers that grow beneath,
And colder still the brazen chops that wreathe
The tedious gloom of philosophic pills!
For when the tardy film of nectar fills
The simple bowls of demons and of men,
There lurks the feeble mouse, the homely hen,
And there the porcupine with all her quills.
Yet much remains - to weave a solemn strain
That lingering sadly - slowly dies away,
Daily departing with departing day
A pea-green gamut on a distant plain
When wily walrusses in congresses meet -
Such such is life -
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PART ONE
I
THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.
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a perfectly polished table
reflecting the nightlight
is where I try and write,
the moth-eaten curtains
obscure the daylight,
my rival hides in the pen
I push limply up and down
the empty page
nonsense stains,
I consolidate my rage
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Two ears, one mouth, that
is true,
Listen more, and learn anew.
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The feet long for rest.
Who will remove those heavy Combat Boots?
A hand strums music,
Another sketches,
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An obscure panic
Haunts my days in reverie;
Gravity drags me.
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Take your past as a friend, let the bad things float...
a fleet wit their heavy feet, not hold you back, behind
do not look around. The wind and the light as your guides!
Salt pillars of guilt and golden steps so heavily weighted with deep steps. don't ever think others think bad about you, if so you'll notice it in a second and let it role by! People are our little treasures that keep surprising us, if your heart is open, good things come and return to the nests of love. be it memories, be it art, be it the old ones or youngsters. Mother nature nurtures us all, no place for greed or nastiness close to her great heart!
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How can your brain whisk away,
Bad memories
Of another time.
The hell that came your way?
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O lass, when gloamin' softly falls,
An' stars awake in silver halls,
My weary heart begins tae roam,
For thou hast made my soul thy home.
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A dry day for me -
not a word written,
but I delivered a lecture in the Scottish Church College today,
on glass ceramics and cement -
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I and my existence...
Changing its own form;
It is near me—
That gives 'Me' a new form.
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Self-esteemed monarch of the world
Has lost his track to a ditch
Midnight howls his trouser
Darkness so crude he faces
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मैं और मेरा वजूद...
बदलता अपना स्वरूप;
पास है वो मेरे—
जो देता 'मैं' को एक नया रूप।
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The sun grows dim, the stars all fall,
A cosmic fight engulfs us all.
Good and evil, clash and break,
The earth below begins to quake.
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They say the eyes are the doors to the soul
See their emotion, their kindness or anger
I gaze into his blue eyes
I see kindness, joy, and passion
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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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