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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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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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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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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WELCOME, welcome, little stranger,
Fear no harm, and fear no danger;
We are glad to see you here,
For you sing 'Sweet Spring is near.'
Now the white snow melts away;
Now the flowers blossom gay:
Come dear bird and build your nest,
For we love our robin best.
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Speak earth and bless me with what is richest
make sky flow honey out of my hips
rigis mountains
spread over a valley
carved out by the mouth of rain.
And I knew when I entered her I was
high wind in her forests hollow
fingers whispering sound
honey flowed
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Every knock on the door,
Makes my heart beat,
You will come to the doorstep,
The eyes hope,
These anonymous winds of mine,
It is said in the ears,
I have touched him and come,
whose memories haunt you,
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As the dew of Hermon
falls without a sound,
it kisses the weary hills
and cools the ache of night.
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No one knows the nose like me
But there's this that I can't tell
I'm the king of rhinology
Who'd believe I'd lost my smell
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Upon the hush of night my thoughts take wing,
To roam the fields where memory softly lies;
There blooms the ghost of every gentle thing
That once breathed life beneath our youthful skies.
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The Wasteland of Time's Heart
By William He
How often the land of dreams wears the weight of pain,
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Seen only as flesh, man's strength to refresh, plumed fields to thresh, we harvest their creche
Brain size of a pea but smart as we, with murderous decree we butchered the avarie
Long before man was around no longer bound to the ground with feathers the sky they found
For heaven we search while they sit in lofty perch of pine or birch while we in a ground bound church
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Alone I walk this world of glass and glare,
Where hearts lie trapped in wires, cold and bare;
Each soul encased within its metal keep,
Too deaf to hear the forests as they weep.
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JESUS- the Salt of the Earth
Prabir Kumar Gayen
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EVERY DAY POEM-3
14th December 2025
What is the definition of love?
I say it is beyond definition
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I've never ever been the best
Nor ever strove to find that clue,
Although I'm fine…, but never mind…
Second best is what I do.
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I speak for solitude, I sing of solitude
I wrote of solitude, of that cold despair;
Of dreamless nights and futile dawns
While the world slept and a watchful moon, compassionately
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One thing puzzles me
And frazzles up my brain,
Does your beauty
make your name that beautiful-
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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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