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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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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 evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.
I saw One hanging on a tree,
In agony and blood,
Who fixed His languid eyes on me,
As near His cross I stood.
Sure, never to my latest breath,
Can I forget that look;
It seemed to charge me with His death,
Though not a word He spoke.
My conscience felt and owned the guilt,
And plunged me in despair,
I saw my sins His blood had spilt,
And helped to nail Him there.
A second look He gave, which said,
“I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die that thou mayst live.”
Thus, while His death my sin displays
In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace,
It seals my pardon too.
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Tsars, Kings, Emperors,
sovereigns of all the earth,
have commanded many a parade,
but they could not command humor.
When Aesop, the tramp, came visiting
the palaces of eminent personages
ensconced in sleek comfort all day,
they struck him as paupers.
In houses, where hypocrites have
left the smear of their puny feet,
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I've been dancing always,
my hands held high.
I've sung forever,
my voice raised loud.
I danced today like the first time,
my hands lay low, the wind came by.
I sang just now, no sound came by,
it's the first time I've felt alive.
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No more lilacs and roses on Montgomery,
Nor the chirping and chattering of birds —
Left only in stench, smog rising above,
Choking the memory of what once bloomed here;
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Every city like Montgomery
Has a cobbler to mend soles;
Those broken on the walks of life,
Cracks stitched with hope and despair;
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In the hush of dawn, Montgomery breathes anew,
A whisper in the wind, shadows passing through;
Silent footsteps echo on empty streets,
Carrying stories of those they once did meet —
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O poet, how blessed you are,
You who have carved letters into words
And words into poems
With such precision and grace —
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If tomorrow never came, what would matter most today?
If the sun dips low, a
final gleam,
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بڵاوکردنەوەی شیعرێکی وەرگێڕراوی پێشەوا کاکەیی بۆ زمانی عەرەبی لە ماڵپەڕی (طریق الحریر الیوم) ـی میسردا
حيّنَما ٲَتٲَمَلُ في الكَوّنِ
مِن النافِذَة، ٲَنْظُرُ إِلی حِمارِ نالي|
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O little kids of present day, I'go not to sleep,
Because a little joy and little hope remain;
The arbor's sweet splendor is fallen deep,
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The power to contract and expand,
Whose is it in this land?
For every servant, all these traits
Rest with Al-Kabid's hand.
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Ramisa, may you rest in peace,
Your justice has been served,
The whole nation raised its voice,
Demanding what you deserved.
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The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 6
Grading ten aging fifteen I meet guardian angel
English teacher guidance counsellor all rolled into just one
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A few steps forward and then coming back,
I pick up pebbles and carefully put them in my pocket -
just to throw them away later, may be a few minutes after
I accumulated them.
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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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