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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Through the starry hollow
Of the summer night
I would follow, follow
Hesperus the bright,
To seek beyond the western wave
His garden of delight.
Hesperus the fairest
Of all gods that are,
Peace and dreams thou bearest
In thy shadowy car,
And often in my evening walks
I’ve blessed thee from afar.
Stars without number,
Dust the noon of night,
Thou the early slumber
And the still delight
Of the gentle twilit hours
Rulest in thy right.
When the pale skies shiver,
Seeing night is done,
Past the ocean-river,
Lightly thou dost run,
To look for pleasant, sleepy lands,
That never fear the sun.
Where, beyond the waters
Of the outer sea,
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
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The walls are closing in on me.
Is it real, or insanity?
Am I awake? Is this a dream?
Should I be silent,
or should I scream?
How do I cope with these delusions?
Should I treat them as illusions?
Is my mind betraying me?
What is my reality?
Am I living in my head,
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A sad song is in full swing,
The joyous stranger doesn't understand its meaning,
It is completely alien to him,
In course of time....
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من از سکوت خودم ترس بیشتر دارم - شاعر: احمد محمود امپراطور
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Addictive development enjoys boredom
The desire to dive in for more, more of the exotics
Not mentioning every other thing but for narcotics
That creates the fake and fallacious stardom
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The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 13
Lone wolf howling...Black Forest dying
Lamb sheepishly waiting...onslaught coming
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Can one sit for a long time in the scorching heat in summer
Can one lie on a pile of snow in the bone-chilling cold
In much the same way, one cannot stay constantly immersed in the bitter realities of life
One must bob up from reality and breathe
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It speaks no words
Yet shakes my soul
Quiet on my heart
But heavy as stone
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Humans have a lot to learn
from dogs- love, loyalty
and a trust to break your heart.
Any moment of sadness
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A legend maybe gone,
But John, your words will live on.
A decade of your songs represent the sixties
And for that we thank thee.
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Another day was ending in the skies
You see, the evening colors controlled the hour,
Blue, yellow, orange, red.
How beautiful the world looked about.
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A lone tree in a forest, nothing to set it apart
Not the biggest or the smallest, in shade gets its start
In the shadows of giants steadily it grows
Amongst many grand and old, unnoticed it goes
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They see her body, they see her size,
They judge her with their careless eyes.
But they don't know the hidden tears,
The silent battles through the years.
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We come to the end of words. We come to redesign the future.
we come to the end of show time.
We come to the end of the end and nothing more and nothing more. Soft ideas lead to the halt of everything.Hard change come to evolution.Nowadays we struggle for the item. Nowadays we struggle for the common survival. We come to the end of nothing. We start again then to hope.
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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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