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 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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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DEATH:
For my dagger is bathed in the blood of the brave,
I come, care-worn tenant of life, from the grave,
Where Innocence sleeps 'neath the peace-giving sod,
And the good cease to tremble at Tyranny's nod;
I offer a calm habitation to thee,--
Say, victim of grief, wilt thou slumber with me?
My mansion is damp, cold silence is there,
But it lulls in oblivion the fiends of despair;
Not a groan of regret, not a sigh, not a breath,
Dares dispute with grim Silence the empire of Death.
I offer a calm habitation to thee,--
Say, victim of grief, wilt thou slumber with me?
MORTAL:
Mine eyelids are heavy; my soul seeks repose,
It longs in thy cells to embosom its woes,
It longs in thy cells to deposit its load,
Where no longer the scorpions of Perfidy goad,--
Where the phantoms of Prejudice vanish away,
And Bigotry's bloodhounds lose scent of their prey.
Yet tell me, dark Death, when thine empire is o'er,
What awaits on Futurity's mist-covered shore?
DEATH:
Cease, cease, wayward Mortal! I dare not unveil
The shadows that float o'er Eternity's vale;
Nought waits for the good but a spirit of Love,
That will hail their blest advent to regions above.
For Love, Mortal, gleams through the gloom of my sway,
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The winds that on the uplands softly lie,
Grow keener where the ice is lingering still
Where the first robin on the sheltered hill
Pipes blithely to the tune, "When Spring goes by!"
Hear him again, "Spring! Spring!" He seems to cry,
Haunting the fall of the flute-throated rill,
That keeps a gentle, constant, silver thrill,
While he is restless in his ecstasy.
Ah! the soft budding of the virginal woods,
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On my birthday I stand,
Pain clenches within my chest,
A contraction gripping my heart,
I bear the agony of existence,
The profound pain of being...
I was unaware,
How closely separation (Firaq) embraced union (Wuslat) ,
Those who endure the pain of birth, children,
Lovers, pregnant with the anguish of delivery.
'That Syllable' lingers on my tongue,
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My mother said that I'd end up in Hatton,
A lunatic asylum 15 miles from home,
They'd put me in a padded room,
And leave me their alone,
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Oil stops flowing, dark and thick,
From Iran's land, a sudden trick.
US says 'No more, ' a strong decree,
'Block the Strait, for all to see.'
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A sense in so many nonsenses,
An emoji or signs in different languages,
With broken sentences and scattered meanings,
With dirty dozens and multi-planes,
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Ocean breathes, a change is near,
El Niño wakes, banishing fear,
Or so it seems, a sunny face,
Hiding storms in time and space.
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I sit here thinking about you
The way your hand found mine
the tenderness of your touch
Your whispers that tickle my ears
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This little fleeting fleck of time we share
Suspended breath caught in frosty air
The Morning Glory trumpets the dawn
But withers and wilts by late afternoon
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It's unique palace
Blue sky and vast crystal land
Immense emptiness
...
Give me the embroidered wings or the colorful canvas of afternoon sky
Give me the flying white clouds or the swimming smokes of isolated chimney
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Not many reasonable people in the world—
prejudice shapes character and thought.
Transparency is a result of reason—
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The King checks his bin, day by day,
For tariff coins to lead the way.
He calls them shot, his trade war might,
To bend the world to his own light.
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Having to swim against the tide
Fate is scripted, I know that
For those born in this universe, there is no escape
Sometimes I feel as thin as a stick
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In faded times where dimness doth reside,
I pore through lines that tell a sorrow's tale
Of love laid low, of dreams that didst not thrive
And in their depths, my heart doth heavy sail.
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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
...
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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