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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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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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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Indeed indeed, I cannot tell,
Though I ponder on it well,
Which were easier to state,
All my love or all my hate.
Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me
When I say thou dost disgust me.
O, I hate thee with a hate
That would fain annihilate;
Yet sometimes against my will,
My dear friend, I love thee still.
It were treason to our love,
And a sin to God above,
One iota to abate
Of a pure impartial hate.
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I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
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You hide behind your hair again
Like the mirror told a lie
Tracing every "flaw" you think
Is something you should hide
You say you wish you looked like them
Scrollin' through your phone
But you don't see the light you have
That's yours and yours alone
You're comparing chapters
To someone else's page
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'mirrored glass'
A draft slips beneath the heavy cedar door,
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كان هناك ساعاتي، يوقت ضربات قلقه
مع ثواني ساعته،
كانوا اهل الشرق يزورونه بكثرة
لأن ضربات قلبهم تتوقف بإستمرار،
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ٳن شم الورود معقد جدا؛
ها، تمعنوا في الوردة:
ٲحیانا تنكسر عنقها وهي في جذوع ٲیادینا؛
ٲحیانا ینتابها الحزن و تسوَد في ٲیادینا.
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The way you love me is different.
Different from what I thought love was, or what I had come to know it to be.
You care about the wounds no one else sees.
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You dream of things, a shiny car,
Or a warm hug, from near or far.
A kind heart's touch, a love so true,
A wish for something fresh and new.
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To Lionel Messi..........
Today your words entered my soul like the first light of dawn touching a silent river...
When you said, 'Our Maradona must be rejoicing in heaven, watching our glorious victory in the 2026 FIFA World Cup, ' my heart trembled with a joy beyond language... They were not merely words; they were a bridge between heaven and earth, where love never dies and memory never fades...
In that sacred moment, my own spirit began to whisper...
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To Lionel Messi......
Today your words entered my soul like the first light of dawn touching a silent river...
When you said, 'Our Maradona must be rejoicing in heaven, watching our glorious victory in the 2026 FIFA World Cup, ' my heart trembled with a joy beyond language... They were not merely words; they were a bridge between heaven and earth, where love never dies and memory never fades...
In that sacred moment, my own spirit began to whisper...
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To Lionel Messi..
Today your words entered my soul like the first light of dawn touching a silent river...
When you said, 'Our Maradona must be rejoicing in heaven, watching our glorious victory in the 2026 FIFA World Cup, ' my heart trembled with a joy beyond language... They were not merely words; they were a bridge between heaven and earth, where love never dies and memory never fades...
In that sacred moment, my own spirit began to whisper...
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Freely, this wind blows
My tattered flag of despair
How refreshing this really makes me feel
The weight of hopelessness seem lifting
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And just like every single dream
I've ever dreamt of you ends
unfortunately I wake up
a sobering feeling when I open my eyes
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شەو هات،
تۆش بوویتە حەوتەوانەیەکى گەورە،
جاروبارێ دەردەکەویت و خۆ بزر دەکەیتەوە!
منیش لەسەر زەوى و
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Leaders speak, the people wait,
Bureaucratics many,
seals their fate.
A heavy cloud, a creeping dread,
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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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