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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Grief thief of time crawls off,
The moon-drawn grave, with the seafaring years,
The knave of pain steals off
The sea-halved faith that blew time to his knees,
The old forget the cries,
Lean time on tide and times the wind stood rough,
Call back the castaways
Riding the sea light on a sunken path,
The old forget the grief,
Hack of the cough, the hanging albatross,
Cast back the bone of youth
And salt-eyed stumble bedward where she lies
Who tossed the high tide in a time of stories
And timelessly lies loving with the thief.
Now Jack my fathers let the time-faced crook,
Death flashing from his sleeve,
With swag of bubbles in a seedy sack
Sneak down the stallion grave,
Bull's-eye the outlaw through a eunuch crack
And free the twin-boxed grief,
No silver whistles chase him down the weeks'
Dayed peaks to day to death,
These stolen bubbles have the bites of snakes
And the undead eye-teeth,
No third eye probe into a rainbow's sex
That bridged the human halves,
All shall remain and on the graveward gulf
Shape with my fathers' thieves.
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Why did he promise me
that we would build ourselves
an ark all by ourselves
out in back of the house
on New York Avenue
in Union City New Jersey
to the singing of the streetcars
after the story
of Noah whom nobody
believed about the waters
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Upon a wooden bench the lovers stayed,
While restless winds around their silence played;
Before them waved a crimson flag so bright,
Not sign of fear—but love's eternal light.
The sea stretched deep, as deep their hearts could be,
The sand a carpet by the whispering sea;
The world below seemed distant, small, and far—
For love had raised their souls above each star.
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Windows of the Mind
Your eyes are windows to the mind,
Where hidden thoughts and dreams I find.
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I dreamed of love beneath a quiet sky,
Where every fear had learned to pass me by.
A gentle hand, a heart that understood,
A love that led me where I knew I should.
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Cô Về Bên Sông Tương
Cô về qua bến Sông Tương,
Mây chiều nghiêng bóng, vấn vương câu chào.
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রক্তের সাগরে ভাসে শতাব্দীর লাজ,
ক্রন্দনের রোল তোলে এই ক্ষুব্ধ ধরা।
যুদ্ধের সাফল্যে আসে রাজকীয় তাজ,
বিজয়ীর উল্লাসেই বিশ্ব আজ মরা!
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A sea of blood consumes a century's pride,
The weeping earth roars out in sudden dread;
The royal crown arrives with victory's tide,
While in triumphant joy, the world lies dead!
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Her Return to the Tương River
She returns, passing the Tương River landing,
Evening clouds cast long shadows; a farewell lingers in the air.
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You're clever enough to light up a room,
And funny enough to chase away gloom.
With every wild joke and ridiculous grin,
You somehow make ordinary moments begin.
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I have learned to love myself
not only in the moments I shine,
but in the quiet hours
when I need to slow down
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The Purple Heart
A purple heart is more than a medal,
more than a ribbon, a name, or a star;
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यदि म आकाशको चरी भएँ,
डाँडामाथि उड्थेँ होला,
जूनताराको काखमा बस्थेँ,
बादलसँगै हराउँथेँ होला।
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Dark words spoken from afar,
Whispering of a giant war.
Threats of ruin, short and fast,
Shadows falling on the past.
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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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