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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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 free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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Say not of beauty she is good,
Or aught but beautiful,
Or sleek to doves' wings of the wood
Her wild wings of a gull.
Call her not wicked; that word's touch
Consumes her like a curse;
But love her not too much, too much,
For that is even worse.
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I looked for a place
Where i could show the world
What i got, but i couldn't find
Out of blue, a ray of light shined
In my life and that was you
Poem hunter
I would like to thank you for
The opportunity given to me
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This year is swiftly moving on,
Time flies and that's for sure.
I'll miss these days of summer,
when the flowers become fewer.
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When young Fred went to Heaven, he wasn't met by Jesus, or an archangel, or an angel, or any of his family. So he decided to tour whatever the streets of gold had to offer him. He walked past the impressive mansions, fancy buildings, and the home-sweet-home cabins and caravans. After a while, he felt somewhat tired and was glad to see a 'Welcome! ' sign on the front entrance of a small building. Somehow, the sign spoke directly to Fred and invited him in to have a little rest.
Once inside, he saw a group of men and women playing cards together. Fred was a loner, and he walked over to a different table where he saw an unopened deck of cards. So he sat down, shuffled the deck and began playing Solitaire, all on his lonesome.
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Believe sincerely that breastfeeding is the first
Right of a child and the responsible act of
Each and every mother to grace the motherhood;
And all the misconceptions relating to this
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Back then, first shot
a sanity act of unity for peaceful pact,
path to unified peace for every part.
A Gackem stratagem?
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Aging Minds
As we grow old and frail
Let mind be forever young
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Mangrove date-palm;
my thoughts run parallel
to the tiger stripes.
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Isle's day break;
a sailor with a broken radar
looking at its green grass.
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Submerged road
not knowing if I'm going
along the way or not.
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Let's throw out all the sacred cows.
Let's start with countries.
No more arbitrary lines in the sand.
And let's throw out religions, too.
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You were the scorpion I loved
And though I knew I'd feel your sting
There was no one who had the touch
To make my coal heart burn and sing
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"If I knew, I would not have gone."
Those were the words
that came bleeding from his mouth—
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You are my man, my steady light,
The calm that turns my dark to bright.
With every smile, with every touch,
You show me love that means so much.
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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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