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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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 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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When Watkin shifts the burden of his cares
And all that irked him in his bound employ,
Once more become a vagrom-hearted boy,
He moves to roundelays and jocund airs;
Loitering with dusty harvestmen, he shares
Old ale and sunshine; or, with maids half-coy,
Pays court to shadows; fools himself with joy,
Shaking a leg at junketings and fairs.
Sometimes, returning down his breezy miles,
A snatch of wayward April he will bring,
Piping the daffodilly that beguiles
Foolhardy lovers in the surge of spring.
And then once more by lanes and field-path stiles
Up the green world he wanders like a king.
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It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
He loitered here he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop.
'Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark,
I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark.'
The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,
He wore a strike-your-fancy sash he smoked a huge cigar;
He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,
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Most of the youth don't know what's out on the street,
Just staring at their screens, staring at their feet.
We used to run wild through the fields and the trees,
Fighting over nothing, feeling the breeze.
Walking barefoot on the gravel and the stone,
Sitting on a little mound, never all alone.
The only thing that mattered was playing in the sun,
We never played too rough, we only played for fun.
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First you push yourself
to succeed, and then,
success pushes you
to stay successful
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You wanted sun, beach, sea, the sound of the waves, and a delicious dinner at a tavern while watching a beautiful sunset. But you only get all that by dealing with the hassle of finding a parking spot, lugging around coolers, the heat, and the crowds—plus an outrageously expensive beach chair with an umbrella, sunscreen mixed with sand, and high parking fees, along with overpriced, mediocre drinks and food served by unfriendly staff. That's the price you pay for it all
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Kung isa-isahin ang nangakaraan
Simula no'ng ika'y aking niligawan
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Knowledge could lead
to better thoughts
and then to better actions
and then to better habits,
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Yes, there is stress that comes from the outside
but there is also the stress you create for yourself
through a lack of prioritization, reflection and relativization
of what seems important and valuable to you
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To be happy
you constantly think
you need to add something to your life
but the art of happiness lies
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Para sa ako, Dictionary ka.
Di na igsapayan kon Oxford o Webster ba
Basta ang importante, ang mahalaga.
Unang kita ko pa lang nimo, kabalo na dayon ko, ikaw na
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A beautiful poem is like a flower seed
your soul is the soil in which it can sprout
interpreting it is like watering it
the deeper insight is the flower's growth
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With your serious expression
you've driven away the humor
that was only trying to help you
cope with everyday life more easily
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Venom of fire stings
Small yet telling lasting swell
Pain and fiery itch
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Kapagka ang yeso ang ipinambato
Doon sa madaldal na estudyante mo,
At saka-sakaling tamaan ang ulo,
Bala ang babalik sayo mismong noo!
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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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