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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WOODSTOCK, CONN., JULY 4, 1877
NOT to myself this breath of vesper song,
Not to these patient friends, this kindly throng,
Not to this hallowed morning, though it be
Our summer Christmas, Freedom's jubilee,
When every summit, topmast, steeple, tower,
That owns her empire spreads her starry flower,
Its blood-streaked leaves in heaven's benignant dew
Washed clean from every crimson stain they knew,--
No, not to these the passing thrills belong
That steal my breath to hush themselves with song.
These moments all are memory's; I have come
To speak with lips that rather should be dumb;
For what are words? At every step I tread
The dust that wore the footprints of the dead
But for whose life my life had never known
This faded vesture which it calls its own.
Here sleeps my father's sire, and they who gave
That earlier life here found their peaceful grave.
In days gone by I sought the hallowed ground;
Climbed yon long slope; the sacred spot I found
Where all unsullied lies the winter snow,
Where all ungathered spring's pale violets blow,
And tracked from stone to stone the Saxon name
That marks the blood I need not blush to claim,
Blood such as warmed the Pilgrim sons of toil,
Who held from God the charter of the soil.
I come an alien to your hills and plains,
Yet feel your birthright tingling in my veins;
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This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.
She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
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As I lay on the hill with my friend
Laughing at the shapes in the clouds,
The sun shines on my face.
I turn to him with the sun in my eyes.
And we started to talk about how time flies.
Thinking that moments like these
Don't last forever.
Thinking of all the other good times,
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The only true change will be achieved if those who rob over a certain income more than anyone could need, will be robbed from their wealth and stripped naked by citizens as in olden days the emperor has no clothes! Wealth is fine but too much is a crime and we should talk about it, what is enough and when does it become unethical hence a crime against thigh neighbour? WE need accountability of law-enforcers and state on that issue!
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De zittende macht dient zich bewust te worden dat het polariseren om een baantje en status te behouden crimineel gedrag is. Het bijdragen aan de splijtzwam der tweedeling dus shopliften over de ruggen van armoe en arbeid wordt gestraft. Dit welvaarts-arrongantie-feestje dat ons meer en meer in oorlogen zuigt en zichzelf steevast voorziet van veiligheden en vanzelfsprekendheden die er voor het leeuwendeel van de mandaat schenker niet eens meer is, sterker welke op de helling staat. Politiek en bestuur dienen een fase van bewustwording in te slaan en te tonen, waarbij ze ook werkelijk het volksmandaat eren, dus het volk respecteren en niet haar blijven meezuigen en laten mee polariseren.
Dat spel om de eigen nog niet open gebarsten eieren te behouden, die gouden eieren, dat Apuleus verhaal is NU begonnen. Belastingen op merites en niet uit gewoonte of door plebs bepaalde waarden en schalen zichzelf rijk rekenend. Ervaring is nummer 1, diploma misschien 2 of drie en niet omgekeerd en evenredigheid. Mensen overbelasten met belastingheffingen zonder tegenprestaties is uit den boze, platweg roof van de arbeid en op armoe. Dat zijn wanprestaties. Nee, we willen geen DDR. Nee, we willen scholing en beschaafd gecultiveerd zijn, maar we zijn dat al 2 decennia niet meer.
Hebben we 2 huizen nodig,2 fietsen,2 wagens,2 banen misschien zelfs om de waan hoog te houden, NEE. We hebben de dure plicht van menselijkheid als we allen als mens behandeld willen blijven worden! In Athene gold het als schande als de rijken niet het openbare, openbare ruimtes en instituties, leven bekostigden, het was een erezaak naar de arbeiders, want die wie niet fysiek wilden arbeiden betaalden of tenminste respecteerde de arbeiders!
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The first day of Lent
A holy day of prayer
Ashes to be worn
Belief is now in the air
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We leunen te vaak op ervaring van anderen. Goud ligt op de straat vol van levensinspiraties en ervaringen. Maar zodra we de vraag stellen wie zijn wij om te oordelen over doelgroepen als we zelf de ervaring ontberen! De zorgarrogantie wordt dan juist zichtbaar als de bescheiden onbezoldigde ervaringsdeskundigen spreken zwijgen de duurbetaalde deskundigen met hun diploma's in de aanslag! Dit noem ik juist een aanslag, een richting die duidt dat die die met diploma's leunen op de ervaringen en deskundigheid der ervaringsdeskundigen of ervarenen. Het onbetaalde goudwisselen moet een einde krijgen, de vanzelfsprekende legitimatie van de baanbezetters moet eens afgelopen zijn. Respect en maatwerk zijn het enige juiste antwoord op die veel te lang reeds durende inflatie op echte ervaring!
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When thirst collapses the wall of cast,
This truth reveals our bond at last
No temple stands, no mosque apart
we share one earth, one human heart.
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The brands we know so well,
In China, sales now fell.
World wide trading, not so bright,
Canada Goose, less bright light.
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A giant strides, across the lands,
With badge of stars, in outstretched hands.
It sees the world, a road to mend,
Where wrongs abound, and futures bend.
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I called you.
I called you many times.
You were snoring —
you were asleep.
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A little stream, so small and new,
Started a journey, among green and blue.
Through fields of grass, and trees so tall,
It trickled on, under nature's call.
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The wind whistles over the mountains
Across the valley below
Just to let you know it's there
And to say hello
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No one can
make you do good:
You have to choose.
You cannot get rid
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The old story, sharp and clean,
We came, they fell, a losing scene.
But new clues whisper, soft and low,
The truth is deeper than we know.
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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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185
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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