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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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 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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I tell you a tale to-night
Which a seaman told to me,
With eyes that gleamed in the lanthorn light
And a voice as low as the sea.
You could almost hear the stars
Twinkling up in the sky,
And the old wind woke and moaned in the spars
And the same old waves went by.
Singing the same old song
As ages and ages ago,
While he froze my blood in that deep-sea night
With the things he seemed to know.
A bare foot pattered on deck;
Ropes creaked; then-all grew still,
And he pointed his finger straight in my face
And growled, as a sea-dog will.
'Do 'ee know who Nelson was?
That pore little shrivelled form
With the patch on his eye and the pinned-up sleeve
And a soul like a North Sea storm?
'Ask of the Devonshire men!
They know, and they'll tell you true;
He wasn't the pore little chawed-up chap
That Hardy thought he knew.
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There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire,
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
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Give some blood today, Help someone on their way. Your small gift shines bright, It brings someone light.
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I'm realizing there's no love in this world
No one to hold, no one to know,
We're alone even when we're not,
And left for dead when we aren't.
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The tone too flat and dosely chose
Was to immend the sheep and goats
From suffice boar of vile peace
A murmur of a queel unscice
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Outside...he is growing up,
miles through the society,
by name, fame
and mundane comforts!
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It's when the dust was fine and breathing free...
the toad stepped in...like woe into a heart.
became her plush abode that narrow slot.
What pleasure living in such recess wee...
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INNER CRY
I walked for long under the greeting stars,
through fanning woods and on the silent hills.
It's all the same for heart with bleeding scars
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Mercy on me O Swamy, mercy on me!
From where descended I; the high acme
to deep nadir; from redolent expanse
to dark cavern; from heavenly romance
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It's all in mind, cowered as stiffled cry...
that glowing truth peeping through veiling lie.
I'm like a ruffled rainbow, like a cloud
disjected all along the yonder ploughed
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Fields and seive are common ray,
Of cheeky, funk pineapple sweet
Lots of twelve and ounces a day,
Weak limbs are gust for every greet.
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I had so many plans in life indeed,
To spend my time in greatest joys and mirth.
First want to visit Swiss and sip it's Mead
And ski on icy paths all length and breadth
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(These are near-death expericeses I had during April 2018 when I fell unconscious. It's magical that I remember them even after regaining consciousness)
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Oh where am I, oh where am I? !
I'm smiling now, I'm smiling now!
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Who's He? Who's He? Where's He? Where's He...That spirit?
In temples tall, in mosques, in churches pious?
How does He appear...black, or white, whose writ
Rules all the world with unseen hand, sans bias.
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Well, nothing really inspires me nowadays.
I lie down in my age-old easy chair
And gaze the yonder thinking of the days
That passed away in happiness and scare.
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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 a 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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