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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'L'Amitié est l'Amour sans ailes.'
FRIENDSHIP, as some sage poet sings,
Is chasten'd Love, depriv'd of wings,
Without all wish or power to wander;
Less volatile, but not less tender:
Yet says the proverbs'Sly and slow
'Love creeps, even where he cannot go;'
To clip his pinions then is vain,
His old propensities remain;
And she, who years beyond fifteen,
Has counted twenty, may have seen
How rarely unplum'd Love will stay;
He flies notbut he coolly walks away.
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Come to me when grief is over,
When the tired eyes,
Seek thy cloudy wings to cover
Close their burning skies.
Come to me when tears have dwindled
Into drops of dew,
When the sighs like sobs re-kindled
Are but deep and few.
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Eat my eyes and eat my brain
Devour my soul for I am gone
This numbness I am feeling, when will it be gone? I ask myself while staring, I have no answer; none.
I feel like floating, in the darkness there
I stay in reverie as it eats me there
I have not noticed but then I see, I am alone in this darkness and there I bleed
And then I plead for bliss once more
But I am alone so I shroud myself with me
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Like the way the moon loves the sea as it moves the tides closer to the shore.
Your name warms my heart like a fire within me.
The way I see you my love is beautiful and transcends time and space forever I cherish you, dearest one.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026
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Being free,
Message me.
Enjoy your time,
I hope you are fine.
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Treacherous Handshakes
Donald shaking
Hands with Bibi
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Lift up your hearts and find the light.
His love is your guiding path, do not be deceived by with things that fade away.
For deep awareness will be yours
when faith and love unite the mind and soul.
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Your dribbling is not merely skill, it is a quiet language of joy, written upon the green pages of the earth, where children and strangers smile together...
you arrive like laughter upon the wind, catching the eyes of the world with the innocence of light...
There are days when my wings grow tired. Communal hatred, blind belief, superstition, lies and exploitation, even in the sacred name of God, cast long shadows across the human heart.
Then you, your father, and your brothers become stars above my dark horizon, reminding me that love still knows how to wear the jersey of humanity.Their absence still echoes within my heart. But when your feet paint enchanting pictures on the field, grief becomes a prayer, and hope learns to breathe again...
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Dear Mateo Messi,
Your right foot sings to the ball, your beautiful dribbling paints joy, your attacking spirit awakens stadiums, and your playful smile makes the world laugh...
You are different in your own lovely way, you arrive like a bright breeze, full of confidence, and delight, often catching the eyes of the media with the innocence of childhood...
Mateo, you touch my heart very deeply.
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The morning sun, a gentle hand,
Wakes us all across the land.
A sleepy stretch, a quiet sigh,
As dreams begin to fade and fly.
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Autumn Bleeds on Neon Bay
By William He
The neon towers steep into night,
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Take us to Europe and America -
the civilise enclosure of slavery,
though nature lives thousand miles away,
oppression lashes with gentle whip -
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Mitar fährt geschwind durch den Hof.
Gestern hat ihm der Papa zum Geschenk ein Fahrrad gekauft.
Das Fahrrad ist gelb und hat drei Räder.
Es hat einen echten Lenker.
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Unser Kater ist ein graugeweifter Kumpel - Spaß beiseite.
Auf dem Rücken hat er Tigerstreifen.
Belmondo ist sein Name.
Bebe rufen wir ihn.
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Der kleine Hirt läuft mit den Zicklein über die Wiese.
Er hütet.
Prrr!
Wie Bienen fliegen die Zicklein um ihn her.
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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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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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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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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 a 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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