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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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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In a fragile vase
In your chamber are
Preserved butterflies
That when touched by
A brilliant sun ray
Turn to mother-of-pearl,
Pieces of iridescent
Evening sky
Or opaline glimmer
Of velvety wings;
There the azure
Daughters of the air,
Mercurial wings
Now fixed forever,
Wings that traversed
Unexplored valleys
That like the desires
Of your enamored soul
Seem, at dawn,
To be revived
When you unlatch
Your windows and sun
Explodes in your eyes
And in crystalline panes.
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Up from the bronze, I saw
Water without a flaw
Rush to its rest in air,
Reach to its rest, and fall.
Bronze of the blackest shade,
An element man-made,
Shaping upright the bare
Clear gouts of water in air.
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Countless poets of noble blood,
tattoos bleed beneath their skin
No point of reference for their worth,
Its not a snake, it's just it's skin
As all endeavors come to a close
with every stone unturned
Of all things penned in the dead of night
from the light where a candle burned
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I believe in Almighty God
Miracles and saints
Good overcoming evil.
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For four hundred thousand years man had fears dealt with by spears
Only in the last couple of centuries, fought with chemical technologies
Discovery of germs and parasitic worms
Added chemicals to water, the bacteria to slaughter
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It is as if
I feel you every moment,
Very encouraging scenario,
Feeling better and better,
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STORY OF OKAL TAKO
OKAL TAKO, a glutton, hailed from ASEMBO. My grandmother {JULIANA NYASAGE}sat me down to tell me a story about him {OKAL TAKO}. She told me that, In one occasion, OKAL TAKO had to pay a courtesy call to his in-laws who resided in RUSINGA ISLAND. Therefore, together with some of his friends and relatives, they set off for a journey.
The journey was long and exhausting since they had to paddle canoes to the Island. On arrival at the Island, they were accorded a warm welcome. They feed and drunk to their fill. However, as much as their tummies were full, OKAL TAKO noted that there was still some food left.
When the sun started to go down, the visitors had to start their long journey back home. Poor OKAL wasn't satisfied, he wanted to stay longer and eat more since there was more. As the journey commenced, he deliberately forgot his leather bag under his seat and once they were all seated in a canoe ready to depart, OKAL started crying, 'Wah! I have left my leather bag under my seat, ' 'I inherited it from my grandfather, it can't remain there.' He continued lamenting.
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The machine
Has taken on
A life of it's own
It has become purpose
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I weigh her pain against my love
I weigh my love against her pain
I cannot see her hurt, although she hurts.
I cannot see her suffer, although she suffers.
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My muse has tripped
And fallen
Down the stairs
A fracture perhaps
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Breathe freedom
Even if it be
Your last breath
Fill your lungs
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My muse has tripped
And fallen
Down the stairs
She hit her eye
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Leave alone what lies beneath the mountain
The labyrinthined caves and deep burning fire
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A poetry site? Really?
My words and thoughts are so much more inappropriate
Than the others?
Fearful that I might subvert the poets?
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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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