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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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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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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In a fragile vase
In your chamber are
Preserved butterflies
That when touched by
A brilliant sun ray
Turn to mother-of-pearl,
Pieces of iridescent
Evening sky
Or opaline glimmer
Of velvety wings;
There the azure
Daughters of the air,
Mercurial wings
Now fixed forever,
Wings that traversed
Unexplored valleys
That like the desires
Of your enamored soul
Seem, at dawn,
To be revived
When you unlatch
Your windows and sun
Explodes in your eyes
And in crystalline panes.
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Up from the bronze, I saw
Water without a flaw
Rush to its rest in air,
Reach to its rest, and fall.
Bronze of the blackest shade,
An element man-made,
Shaping upright the bare
Clear gouts of water in air.
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Countless poets of noble blood,
tattoos bleed beneath their skin
No point of reference for their worth,
Its not a snake, it's just it's skin
As all endeavors come to a close
with every stone unturned
Of all things penned in the dead of night
from the light where a candle burned
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#پارچه_مخمس_یلدایی
امشب از گلشنِ روی تو مسیحا دارم
موجِ از غلغله در این دل شیدا دارم
به جمالِ تو من از دور تماشا دارم
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living monument
strength and resilience
no more bombs, please
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I have no dad and I have to know that,
He did not leave wealth behind
But helpless kids
And a mom
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I bring my heart,
not rivers of cash.
Yet every outing,
Turns into a ledger.
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I will endlessly pen,
Ideas and wisdom like of zen
Pen my thoughts and every dream
Swear by ink on paper's gleam
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I will seduce you again,
In the sun and in the shade,
Night, dawn or rain,
I swear! Love will never fade.
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Hearts once beat.
Dreams was bright.
Promises felt endless.
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There was a girl in the marketplace
where I sold woods.
I didn't know where she came from—
her father and mother, not as well.
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Time bows to none, not even me,
It bends no knee, grants no plea.
Its hands are firm, its rule complete,
A master whose reign none can defeat.
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We laten trump met ons teveel betaalde geld, zuidamerika overvallen. Israel door gaan met doden moslims op megaschaal de genocide voortzettend met naar ons de middelvinger. Ondertussen doet Rutte er alles aan om Putin en Trump in de kaart te spelen met oorlogsretoriek van de onderste plank. Europa zakt in status en welvaart er treden politiecontrolegebiedjes in werking. Alles moet naar NATO, EU, nationale dienstplicht en Trumps wapen&tech&co. We verkwanselen met idioten onze toekomst voor de jeugd en worden meegezogen in list en bedrog. Ondertussen laten we de crisis tussen Japan en China doodleuk de-escaleren. Dan kopen er nl nog meer gekken F35 -en. Ieder blind kind ziet dit bedrog. Maar de grootste kinderen zitten helaas met hun domme kopjes aan de verkeerde knopjes!
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EVERY DAY POEM -8
20th December 2025
Every day is a new day
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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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