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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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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'Here's a nut, there's a nut;
Hide it quick away,
In a hole, under leaves,
To eat some winter day.
Acorns sweet are plenty,
We will have them all:
Skip and scamper lively
Till the last ones fall.'
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The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
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Why do you walk through blazing fires
To get to the other side
Where the sky admires
The land down below
Where flowers grow and rivers flow
Where deer run
Under the blazing sun
And the birds glide
Flapping with all their might
Near the swaying trees
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With me, at the centre
The universe is all around
I am a part of the whole
The whole is captured in my mind
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We fell in love that old fashioned way
Drunk on hormones and lusts gay parade
struck by saccharine folly like a couple of saps
Dehydrated by logic in game of thirst traps
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Screaming in the darkness,
I know that you hear me.
Trying to hold my voice inside,
When you could just set me free.
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Tom Cat
Our cat is a grey and white fellow, no joke.
Tiger stripes run down his back.
Belmondo is his name, but we call him Bebe.
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For a Handful of Earth
I'd give everything,
everything for a handful of earth,
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A gentle touch, a whispered name,
'I see your heart, it's not to blame.'
'You're strong enough, more than you know, '
'Just let your brave and bright light show.'
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ambling along on a yellow road
with the sun shining golden on me
the green fields beckoned me
come, come, and be among us
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Night sleeping from Paris to Nice 1986, im up on the top of a four berth train compartment, claustrophobic touching the roof. The sounds of the night snoring and coughing and jolts over crossings, shaking my bones.
The train moves towards the south, and im dreaming of clear blue skies and the ocean.
An old man with a wornout Panama hat pulls up the blind, revealing the vista of Cannes beach the interior of the cabin is transformed by the sea and the light and the teeming life its another world away from Glasgow's, grey skies.
Im in awe!
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From fjords so deep, where mountains stand,
Came Vikings bold, across the land.
With longships fast, and sails so white,
They sought new shores, with all their might.
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✨HOPE IN SHADOW CLAWS ✨
Hope is meant to be seen in light
Dressed in a bright hue
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*✨HOW ARE YOU? ✨*
How are you?
When I ask you that,
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Pelts and pierces fierce--
They called it a battle
For food, spouse and space;
Win over with might sans grace!
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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 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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