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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you've seen a strawberry
that's had a struggle; yet
was, where the fragments met,
a hedgehog or a star-
fish for the multitude
of seeds. What better food
than apple seeds - the fruit
within the fruit - locked in
like counter-curved twin
hazelnuts? Frost that kills
the little rubber-plant -
leaves of kok-sagyyz-stalks, can't
harm the roots; they still grow
in frozen ground. Once where
there was a prickley-pear -
leaf clinging to a barbed wire,
a root shot down to grow
in earth two feet below;
as carrots from mandrakes
or a ram's-horn root some-
times. Victory won't come
to me unless I go
to it; a grape tendril
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I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
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When the cold north wind blew
I still gave you hope
soon we will
walk in the cherry blossom grove
You held my hand tightly
and smiled peacefully
Just look
the flower buds are opening
towards the spring sun
and I will sit wordlessly
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By Jesus E. Loreto Jr.
You are divine, so fragile, so sensual,
a gentle mystery heaven scattered in my way;
a beautiful danger, timeless and eternal,
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Degrees are blooming like flowers in the sun,
Yet countless journeys remain scarcely begun.
Across the globe, young dreams still seek a place,
While India's classrooms continue the endless race.
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I knew you when the morning wore no mask of gold,
When dreams were stitched by hands both humble, brave, and bold.
Before the weight of wealth could bend the human heart,
Before proud walls were built to keep old friends apart.
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Dear Lionel Messi,
The day I heard your gentle words...
'Perhaps our Maradona is smiling from the heavens...'
my heart became a river, and tears, long hidden, fell like rain from the silent clouds of my soul.......
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Dear Lionel Messi,
The day I heard your gentle words...
'Perhaps our Maradona is smiling from the heavens...'
my heart became a river, and tears, long hidden, fell like rain from the silent clouds of my soul...
...
گوێ بگرە و
لە بنمیچى ئاسمان
بنواڕە!
هەر ئەستێرەیەک کە چاوى زەق دیارە،
...
Dear Lionel Messi,
The day I heard your gentle words...
'Perhaps our Maradona is smiling from the heavens...'
my heart became a river, and tears, long hidden, fell like rain from the silent clouds of my soul...
...
Dear Lionel Messi,
The day I heard your gentle words after the great victory of the 2026 FIFA World Cup semifinal, my heart became a river...
'Perhaps our Maradona is smiling from the heavens...'
At that moment, tears fell from my eyes, not one by one, but like rain long imprisoned within the clouds of my soul....
...
Dear Lionel Messi,
The day I heard your gentle words after the great victory of the 2026 FIFA World Cup semifinal, my heart became a river...
'Perhaps our Maradona is smiling from the heavens...'
At that moment, tears fell from my eyes, not one by one, but like rain long imprisoned within the clouds of my soul....
...
Dear Lionel Messi,
The day I heard your gentle words after the great victory of the 2026 FIFA World Cup semifinal, my heart became a river...
'Perhaps our Maradona is smiling from the heavens...'
At that moment, tears fell from my eyes, not one by one, but like rain long imprisoned within the clouds of my soul....
...
Even before the horizon darkens there is an electric static in the air
A screaming silence that deafens the listening ear
A cold front moves in as wind loosens its tongue
Dark clouded brows flash lightning's swords sending prickles up the spine
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I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
...
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
...
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
...
you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
...
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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