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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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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OH! miserable power
To dreams allow'd, to raise the guilty past,
And back awhile the illumined spirit to cast
On its youth's twilight hour;
In mockery guiling it to act again
The revel or the scoff in Satan's frantic train!
Nay, hush thee, angry heart!
An Angel's grief ill fits a penitent;
Welcome the thorn—it is divinely sent,
And with its wholesome smart
Shall pierce thee in thy virtue's palmy home,
And warn thee what thou art, and whence thy
wealth has come.
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These autumn gardens, russet, gray and brown,
The sward with shrivelled foliage strown,
The shrubs and trees
By weary wings of sunshine overflown
And timid silences,--
Since first you, darling, called my spirit yours,
Seem happy, and the gladness pours
From day to day,
And yester-year across this year endures
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The sun awakes, he's on his way,
To fields where emerald sprouts hold sway.
With boots of leather, worn and brown,
He walks his land, his treasured town.
Each blade of grass, a story told,
Of dreams he plants, more dear than gold.
He scans the earth, a hopeful gaze,
Through misty dawns and golden hazes.
He whistles tunes to budding maize,
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Besma, a soul-born poetess,
For whom each word becomes a princess.
Poetry is her valiant knight,
A guiding Muse who comes at night.
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Head strong and sturbon
Heavy minded daughter of a man
Haste all week to meet a goal
Hesitant to listen
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मैं
ब्रह्मांड की सबसे बड़ी पहेली है,
जिसे हम गहराई से कभी टटोलते नहीं हैं।
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The summer's searing heat consumes the chest;
The parched throat splits with thirst, the skin is flayed.
No fleeting moment yields a breath of rest;
On melting tar, the blistered feet are laid.
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God Resting
To have learned from such...
Seeing a sunrise
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Our souls met before birth
When we were not yet on earth
Time danced to a rhythm that knew
no measures
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A land once proud, now starts to fray,
With shadows deep, where sunlight lay.
A leader's grip, a tight embrace,
Turns freedom's promise to a different place.
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Step out once and stand here and look for a moment alone
at the corridor of your mind
surely you do find
him walking on the life's long dreary path alone
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Come, let's walk hand in hand
and quit this envious world
which only spews words of abuse
and to our love it least values
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Our love is
the morning star
that glows bright
and thrives eternally
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Weep no more, dear weep no more
although, often I go out too far or near
to attend a forum of the singing bards
but to this nest- I'll return homeward,
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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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