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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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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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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Far in the mellow western sky,
Above the restless harbor bar,
A beacon on the coast of night,
Shines out a calm, white evening star;
But your deep eyes, my 'longshore lass,
Are brighter, clearer far.
The glory of the sunset past
Still gleams upon the water there,
But all its splendor cannot match
The wind-blown brightness of your hair;
Not any sea-maid's floating locks
Of gold are half so fair.
The waves are whispering to the sands
With murmurs as of elfin glee;
But your low laughter, 'longshore lass,
Is like a sea-harp's melody,
And the vibrant tones of your tender voice
Are sweeter far to me.
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The plunging limbers over the shattered track
Racketed with their rusty freight,
Stuck out like many crowns of thorns,
And the rusty stakes like sceptres old
To stay the flood of brutish men
Upon our brothers dear.
The wheels lurched over sprawled dead
But pained them not, though their bones crunched,
Their shut mouths made no moan.
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The north wall of our building
Never gets sun.
So it grew moss instead.
Green, stubborn, quiet.
It doesn't ask for permission.
Doesn't care that it's "just a wall"
Behind the water tank.
Rain comes. It gets brighter.
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Weekend mind opens
like wings you'd forgotten — soft
Freedom in your chest.
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I find myself asking God more often nowadays to 'keep my heart good, don't let it change'—more than I used to, or ever have before. I know He hears me, but sometimes even my own words fall short of letting me hear myself. I start to feel OK again for a while, and then I stare at you for a moment with love, but then everything that was once in my mind, my heart, the feeling that was balled up in my gut comes back, and I'm all the way back where I started. Until I can get the closure, I need to block out those feelings and thoughts, I can't let it go. Part of me wants so badly to confront the issue and say what's on my mind, but I know there is a time and a place for everything. I just wish that time would get here quickly so I can feel OK again. Sometimes I'm unsure if I can even follow through, but I know that I have to. This is how I intend to protect my heart, even though it's already so deep, and I don't know if I can. All I know right now is that I don't want to hurt anymore. I don't want to question. I just want to love, be loved, and be happy. In this world, in life, you have to feel... We need to in order to learn. I feel sometimes I've learned lessons that weren't even for me to learn but I caught that part of someone else's life just by being in the wrong place with people who didn't care if I suffered with them even though my heart didn't do anything to deserve to be tampered with, to be beaten on I was here for moral support not to get the bad end of the stick like...now all I long for is peace this shit isn't where it's at no more it hurts to much my trust is being tested every second and I'm worried about my heart it doesn't feel like it has another fight left in her to get back on top of my game like I once was I've been fighting not just my own wars but others as well I'm honestly tiered and my strength is so low my eyes hurt my mind stings and my body is so past its point of return I don't remember a beginning. So, I'm still asking, even in all this mess: God, please don't let my heart change when this battle is all over; let me still be me in the end.
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My house is magnificently humble
You could drive by and miss it
It is at the centre of my world
Containing all of my wonderful dreams and aspirations.
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No more the climb, no need to rise,
In others' eyes, a phantom prize.
My own deep worth, I've found it true,
Each passing day, a joy anew.
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मेरी गुज़ारिश है कि अनशन तोड़ दें ।
उनको, उनके हाल पे अपने छोड़ दें।
आएगा वो दिन जब वो पछताएंगे।
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They are unknown to me,
But the language of them stirs my sublime feelings
In a remarkable way,
I find myself anew,
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A score of years passed,
Since the covenant;
Now a spiritual bond,
Blessed with three little ones,
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As streams run into rivers
Which in turn race into oceans
The wind of change
Blows freely around our world
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My house is the centre
Of my being
Not like the White House
Nor the Glass House
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Anti-Anxiety - 8
Buckley's is passe
Still sore throat coughing
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Anxiety - 8
God! This tastes awful!
What the hell is it?
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Under the warm evening breeze of an ending summer
Getting some cheese cake across the street, just at the corner
Where kids play around and trouble an old house plumber
Who always blows a pipe and dust his tools like an hungry drummer
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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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