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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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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I SIT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all
oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with
themselves, remorseful after deeds done;
I see, in low life, the mother misused by her children, dying,
neglected, gaunt, desperate;
I see the wife misused by her husband--I see the treacherous seducer
of young women;
I mark the ranklings of jealousy and unrequited love, attempted to be
hid--I see these sights on the earth;
I see the workings of battle, pestilence, tyranny--I see martyrs and
prisoners;
I observe a famine at sea--I observe the sailors casting lots who
shall be kill'd, to preserve the lives of the rest;
I observe the slights and degradations cast by arrogant persons upon
laborers, the poor, and upon negroes, and the like;
All these--All the meanness and agony without end, I sitting, look
out upon,
See, hear, and am silent. 10
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Sons of the mountains of Scotland,
Welshmen of coomb and defile,
Breed of the moors of England,
Children of Erin's green isle,
We stand four square to the tempest,
Whatever the battering hail-
No foe shall gather our harvest,
Or sit on our stockyard rail.
Our women shall walk in honour,
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Have you ever been in a relationship
where you felt so alone —
like you are just there, for no reason,
the other person just there,
but a wall between you,
and you're, left staring.
Blank.
Where are you?
I am here.
Am I? — unheard.
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The coming of autumn and the chilled air, I think on the past.
Soft falling memories like leaves in the sweeping wind.
Family occasions of singing and listening to the songs of my parents, and irish grandmother who had the sweetest voice of all. She sang of struggles and the remembrance of the first world war. The Roses of Picardy was her favorite.
It was a moving song that transported the spirit to an age that touched many.
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The match was perfect:
social standing—good;
education—adequate;
bank safe—secure.
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The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 23
Without her motherly instincts to guide her Wolfe cannot be her natural self
With all the cunning Lamb can muster I trick her into believing she's real
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Great fire blazing red
A fierce comet tolls above—
Desist from the west.
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He that lived,
And died
Fighting —
Against Disrespect,
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I thought of you today.
Not in longing.
Not in regret.
Simply in passing,
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The sky tantalizes, smiles, murmurs and brandishes
a silver-like machete, suddenly, the shepherds led a drove
of black sheep for pasture, ferry tidal bore over the shore with mourning processions of souless clouds
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Even in the graveyard
The fascists search for a flag of victory
waging war
Against the silence of the dead
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The fascists spare not even the graves
Upon the sleep of the earth
They lash the marks of their whips
They are frantic
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I have seen what grey has done
Beyond your lounge, your wallpaper
Beyond patchwork quilts wet with tears,
marked with mascara
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Robin, robin red breast,
where's your nest?
Is it in the garden of eternal rest,
with a holly thorn against your throat?
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We have sold our freedom for comfort.
Bowing to the bully of a brave new world.
Clean air for diesel fumes, peace of nature for the ease of a room of consistent temperature.
A cool rain on one's face for a hot shower on one's back
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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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