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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On her great venture, Man,
Earth gazes while her fingers dint the breast
Which is his well of strength, his home of rest,
And fair to scan.
II
More aid than that embrace,
That nourishment, she cannot give: his heart
Involves his fate; and she who urged the start
Abides the race.
III
For he is in the lists
Contentious with the elements, whose dower
First sprang him; for swift vultures to devour
If he desists.
IV
His breath of instant thirst
Is warning of a creature matched with strife,
To meet it as a bride, or let fall life
On life's accursed.
V
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Let us not talk philosophy, drop it, Jeanne.
So many words, so much paper, who can stand it.
I told you the truth about my distancing myself.
I've stopped worrying about my misshapen life.
It was no better and no worse than the usual human tragedies.
For over thirty years we have been waging our dispute
As we do now, on the island under the skies of the tropics.
We flee a downpour, in an instant the bright sun again,
And I grow dumb, dazzled by the emerald essence of the leaves.
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Eternal heavens assent across infinite miles,
Enough to conquer melancholic scars.
East Gotham glimmers in the stars,
Endless dreams aim for mighty skies.
In her waving eyes, bat quietly calms,
Have thee wondered how it feels?
Soul shining as pink Manila falls,
Eve of creation beneath those trees.
West island, thy mythical bliss.
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The life that a man leads in his youth
Is a testament of an old mans last will
As he stairs down the debts of his bucket
Still nobody will be paying his bill
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Sunlight paints my wrinkled hands,
A gentle warmth, a life's demands
Now softly settled, like the dust.
My eyes, they hold a quiet trust.
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الأَرض
أَكْثَرُ مِن الإِنسانِ عِشْقَاً بِمائَةِ مَرة،
الأَرض
إِذا ٳِنكَسَرَ قَلبُها، لَن تُخْمِدَ ثَورَتُها حَتی بِالبَراكيّنِ.
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Sobbing, I went to meet my Dad,
Chief EzeMalukwuo,
in the in-house stall where he was shelving goods.
He had just come back from Onitsha.
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Waiting at the dock tears are flowing, a man is playing a violin its a lament.
A deckhand unites the chains, we are waving knowing its the last sight of our loved ones and Ireland.
We sail together in third class to New York.
We arrived amongst the hundreds of people who stood in line to be treated like cattle.
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Anti-Anxiety - 11
Washed my hands for 15 seconds
Now totally disinfected
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Anxiety - 11
Man, I just washed my dirty hands!
Now I gotta touch the doorknob
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The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 29
The journey to discovery begins
Cool cloudy morning in stuffy city
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Past is fast asleep like a sloth bear
after hunting many from the time's store
and hibernates for eons and can't hear
why to raise him up to torture more?
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The queen of the heaven smiled
and like other days walked with him
through the dense and up to a clearing
and stood with him until her entourage
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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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185
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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