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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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 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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Oh friend, I love you, think this over
carefully! If you are in love,
then why are you asleep?
If you have found him,
give yourself to him, take him.
Why do you lose track of him again and again?
If you are about to fall into heavy sleep anyway,
why waste time smoothing the bed
and arranging the pillows?
Kabir will tell you the truth: this is what love is like:
suppose you had to cut your head off
and give it to someone else,
what difference would that make?
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There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim,
And never before or again,
When the nights are strong with a darkness long,
And the dark is alive with rain.
Never we know but in sleet and in snow,
The place where the great fires are,
That the midst of the earth is a raging mirth
And the heart of the earth a star.
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I find in my wounds the story of
how resentment led me to this.
The summer I forgot, I can't find the pills.
Each day it's harder to carry the leftovers.
Everything will stay in the place where the helpers obey.
The reunion is our deadliest ally.
The dark desire to feel this sensation again.
The disturbing desire to experience happiness.
There are no words to describe this awakening.
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The year my hunger increased
That year I bought three cows
When the cow dug its nose into the pot
And dug for a long time to bring up the map of survival
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Good Governance
~By Dr. H S Swadhin Kumar Pal
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MAD AS A HATTER
Ode to the One That Took All My Stitches
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The teachers who enlighten every learning ground,
Are truly the very roots where a nation's strength is found.
They light each path within the city of knowledge bright,
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Promises rise like banners, then fade into air,
Failures grow deeper, while leaders pretend to care;
Corruption and scams steal the people's trust,
Injustice silences voices that demand what is just,
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Diplomatic Genocide 2
Beneath the soil where riches run,
The oil of Shell-BP was claimed.
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With Mazi Nnamdi Kanu still in prison
Convicted by a none existent law
Like in the wood age of primitivity
By British friends oil and gas align Nigeria
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A puzzle grand, in words it's spun,
Not a simple story, clearly done.
Each line, a door, it opens wide,
To meanings hidden, deep inside.
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Mercurial moon. Its gifts of joy-wrapped tidal waves
Run the course of shifting lives. No, they are sorrow waves.
On one night, bonfire lanterns, guides to giddier times,
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Alarms are sirens in the somber room before the breaking Dawn.
Where lulling sounds are surreal farces, turned waves of quaking Dawn.
Dimmed lights are wrenched by bleaching truths torqued to torture tired minds awake,
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I see their reflection shift around this broken order
In this world of mad enchanters, where there is no order
I hear the gasps of weighted spirits beclouding windows
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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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185
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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