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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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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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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We find out the heart only by dismantling what
the heart knows. By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
We can break through marriage into marriage.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep into love.
We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars.
But going back toward childhood will not help.
The village is not better than Pittsburgh.
Only Pittsburgh is more than Pittsburgh.
Rome is better than Rome in the same way the sound
of raccoon tongues licking the inside walls
of the garbage tub is more than the stir
of them in the muck of the garbage. Love is not
enough. We die and are put into the earth forever.
We should insist while there is still time. We must
eat through the wildness of her sweet body already
in our bed to reach the body within that body.
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BURYING friends is not a pomp,
Not, indeed, Roman:
Lacking the monument,
Heroic stone;
Nor is it an obscuring parasol,
The pad of customary gloves and cries
And a black leather mourning-carriage
Hung between death and the beholder's eyes.
This little bin of cancelled flesh
Strode the earth once,
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When the world is in chaos, my eyes seek only you.
Run to me, and I will embrace you with warmth,
shielding you from the storm that rages beyond us.
No matter how loud the world becomes,
your voice is the only sound I wish to hear.
Amidst the wreckage, you are my anchor, my refuge.
I long to rise with you, to walk hand in hand into the unknown, to carve a future, where our hearts beat as one.
With you, fear fades and dreams take flight.
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I am traveling back
in this shuttle minivan.
The seats are comfy,
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Doused myself in gasoline
So the world can burn with me
Everything around me is ash and soot
I can taste it in the back of my throat
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Terror! Terror! !
Palestinian Beware
Diamond cutters
Will pare you to the bone
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Sit in nature and find your way to peace.
Listen to the flow of the stream,
the sound of birds.
Escape from the world of noisy urban cities.
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The noose of contempt grew tight, without a corner to hide the fear. Family, love, and friends: the suspicion that courage doesn't exist in this world. Despair shattered the mirror. There were no tears left, no reflection, not even a damned door to life. In the atrocious silence of the fall, the soul tore itself apart, without a lament, leaving only a cold, hollow body floating forever in oblivion, where nothingness devoured its echo.
@newgirldark
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This is the story of Bertie Bucket
A highway man of daring and some notoriety
Who plied his trade around Rye and Hawkhurst
In 1740 but he was not that good you see
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मौन तड़प को कौन देखे?
मैं जो तड़पूँ पी के प्याला।
यह हाला नहीं,
है विष का प्याला।
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Super Nin̈o Coming
Rain has poured, the wind has blown,
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Before the words of sky so high,
A sound was breathed, a gentle sigh.
Abwoon it starts, a ancient plea,
Not just a Father, you and me.
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BIRTH OF AN ALIEN
(The Early Years - verse autobiography)
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In fright is courage in courage fright
In flight is staying in staying flight
In might is weakness in weakness might
In night is day in day is night
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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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