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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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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Man. SWEETEST Saviour, if my soul
Were but worth the having,
Quickly should I then control
Any thought of waving.
But when all my care and pains
Cannot give the name of gains
To Thy wretch so full of stains,
What delight or hope remains?
Saviour. What, child, is the balance thine,
Thine the poise and measure?
If I say, 'Thou shalt be Mine,'
Finger not My treasure.
What the gains in having thee
Do amount to, only He
Who for man was sold can see;
That transferr'd th' accounts to Me.
Man. But as I can see no merit
Leading to this favour,
So the way to fit me for it
Is beyond my savour.
As the reason, then, is Thine,
So the way is none of mine;
I disclaim the whole design;
Sin disclaims and I resign.
Saviour. That is all: if that I could
Get without repining;
And My clay, My creature, would
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On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A Fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it it should always be.
On the day the world ends
Women walk through fields under their umbrellas
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
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We loved in the quiet, between the lines,
Where stolen glances learned to breathe.
Your hand knew mine but never stayed—
A promise made of 'almost' and 'if only.'
The world stood firm with iron rules,
Drawing borders through our names.
We were right, but not allowed,
Two hearts sentenced by timing and fate.
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Hey, I've been busy for a long while.
You can change the narrative if you want;
For the old one is monotonous.
You can paint me a villain
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I am like a distant call
Over the forest's fog,
Clear enough but with no trace.
I am the gentle calm of the rainforest;
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I used to feel a lot,
A lot of grief and pain,
Until we broke apart.
And then my world faded into utmost numbness.
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This cold winter,
what a boon
my warming pad
has been, turning
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Happy Valentine's Day,
My incomplete love.
I know I will never meet you again,
but if I ever get just one chance,
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All the fish around the world
East, west, north and south.
Are known for blowing bubbles,
And they blow them from their mouth.
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Chameleons are famous,
For changing to blend in,
Every one to some degree,
Can camouflage their skin.
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Can tenants claim the House of Being?
The Owner utters no doctrine—
His truth unspoken,
His act concealed in the Unseen.
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Why cling to the hem of Truth's unbending Hand?
He alone is refuge—Life no grave commands.
No doubt can shroud Him, nor belief contain;
Beyond near and far, He is—not thine, nor mine.
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Why shake the hem of Truth's unyielding Hand?
He alone is refuge, life without end.
No veil of unbelief, no shroud of faith endures—
Beyond all stations near, or far, He towers pure.
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In the beginning, there was no silence—
no absence awaiting completion—
only an unuttered Will,
dense with Its own infinity,
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We met in a room
where we were both the odd ones out
two girls hiding in scripts and stage lights,
learning lines
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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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