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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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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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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I'll tell you something: every day
people are dying. And that's just the beginning.
Every day, in funeral homes, new widows are born,
new orphans. They sit with their hands folded,
trying to decide about this new life.
Then they're in the cemetery, some of them
for the first time. They're frightened of crying,
sometimes of not crying. Someone leans over,
tells them what to do next, which might mean
saying a few words, sometimes
throwing dirt in the open grave.
And after that, everyone goes back to the house,
which is suddenly full of visitors.
The widow sits on the couch, very stately,
so people line up to approach her,
sometimes take her hand, sometimes embrace her.
She finds something to say to everbody,
thanks them, thanks them for coming.
In her heart, she wants them to go away.
She wants to be back in the cemetery,
back in the sickroom, the hospital. She knows
it isn't possible. But it's her only hope,
the wish to move backward. And just a little,
not so far as the marriage, the first kiss.
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After long drought, commotion in the sky;
After dead silence, thunder. Then it comes,
The rain. It slashes leaves, and doubly drums
On tin and shingle; beats and bends awry
The flower heads; puddles dust, and with a sigh
Like love sinks into grasses, where it hums
As bees did once, among chrysanthemums
And asters when the summer thought to die.
The whole world dreamed of this, and has it now.
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My heart gave freely
Ignoring the signs
She already held you
Time proved my claim false
All I have is memory
Knowing love isn't always ours
Ending before it began
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A line, a spark, a fleeting thrill,
The start of a climb, then the drop of the hill.
From a single taste to a heavy debt,
A life now framed by deep regret.
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Some people visit my profile -
I get to know and wonder why.
There is nothing spectacular in my profile,
my friends must be disappointed.
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Morning prayer is the divine kick-start that trades anxiety for calm strength, fueling your willpower with heavenly purpose before the day's demands begin...
Before the noise rushes in, anchor your soul...
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Temple at the Heart of the Village
Prabir Gayen
Make a temple within the village,
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Revisiting House of Blues
In a different world I am
In the friendly world of Uncle Sam
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He got for me a present -
biscuits made of puffed rice
from Burma.
Being an old-timer, he loves to say Burma.
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Proud crowns sparked a war of desert fires,
Hiding the scandals that brewed in the night;
While bleeding streets whispered tales of grief and shame,
And buried cries pushed forward toward the light.
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The heart of Sudan pulses under the sun and dust,
Where rivers carve out the memories of our suffering;
It aches profoundly that you plant seeds of distrust,
And cast Europe's shadow over our vast land.
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In our midst, there are voices that strike hard with blame, quick to condemn and create rifts. They hide their anger behind a facade of religion, casting entire nations aside from the faithful. Such outbursts of rage push away those who yearn for understanding and break the bonds that connect us all. Yet, those who advocate for exclusion are simply playing into the hands of forces that twist the sacred. Tribes that build their power on pride don't foster scholars or wise leaders; instead, they breed blind followers who march in unison, their hearts heavy with bitterness and their minds shut tight. From these divisions, countless sorrows have arisen just look at the enduring wounds of Sudan, which still echo with their legacy.
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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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