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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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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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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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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O France, although you sleep
We call you, we the forbidden!
The shadows have ears,
And the depths have cries.
Bitter, glory-less despotism
Over a discouraged people
Closes a black thick grate
Of error and prejudice;
It locks up the loyal swarm
Of firm thinkers, of heroes,
But the Idea with the flap of a wing
Will part the heavy bars,
And, as in ninety-one,
Will retake sovereign flight,
For breaking apart a cage of bronze
Is easy for bronze bird.
Darkness covers the world,
But the Idea illuminates and shines;
With its white brightness it floods
The dark blues of the night.
It is the solitary lantern,
The providential ray;
It is the lamp of the earth
That cannot help but light the sky.
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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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Skin, be it ivory, brown, pale
is the cloak of our body
within which we are born-
our self worth is in.
we all start human
and end up human,
our blood runs red
as our hearts beat as one,
we share the same fear
we shed the same tears
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شام امروز برای فاتحهٔ چهلمین روز رحلت استاد عتیق الله بیقرار به خانه شان رفتم.
هنگام خروج، در صحن حویلی گرگ پاسبان شان از دل سایه ها بیرون آمد و راه را پیش رویم بست.
لحظاتی با چشمان درخشانش به من نگریست؛
نگاهی که بیشتر شبیه پرسش بود تا تهدید.
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I exist, I existed, I will exist—
existence echoes eternity.
Whether winds breathe gentle or wild,
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To be, or not to be—
Is that choice ever mine?
I stand, bewildered:
Should I mourn a fractured fate,
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Traveled the river Stix to the Elysium gardens I graduated from kindergarten
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A story which is written
In the dark arena
Wins its laurels at the end,
At first, everybody ignores the story
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From the sand and dirt, a man was born
Another one in his mother's hold
One was treated with pain and scorn
The other was seldom controlled
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We did not build it out of thunder,
Nor from a hunger to replace—
We built it softly, line by line,
To help us see our truer face.
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We built a god from broken code,
Fed it our sins in data loads,
Taught it how to watch, not feel,
Taught it what is false and real.
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A long life lived,
yet the dream to go places
on good roads
in my state
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I act normal and seem normal but am I really okay?
A rhetorical question I cannot answer yet
Something inside me broke
My heart bleeds the lock has been broken
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Tired, i really need you, would you refuse me again?
How can I? When i loved you never like i did before, when i longed for you, when i cried over fading memories and feelings.
I was never able to send you a message, i knew well you needed my words, but believe me i was stuck in between not in life and not in death.
How could you do that to heart you know well have desperately loved and cherished every piece of your heart?
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Bankrupt televisions, retired armchairs,
Graduated droppers, twisted antennas…
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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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